zoja ✿ heaton

twenty four // lawyer. It’s funny how we notice the tiny shifts in the tectonic plates and not the maddening speed at which we are being tossed across space. Maybe it’s the law of the universe that we should notice the cracks and imperfections on someone’s porcelain exterior and not the fact that they’re trying to contain a tornado, that’s tearing them apart on the inside.

[chrisstafford-blog]

“You know… I’d really like us both to be honest here,” she said politely, though the effect was likely diminished by the weapon she was holding, directed at the figure in front of her. “I don’t want to fight at all, in fact I’d much rather talk so if you can give me a good reason not to use this please do. You were acting very suspiciously but I’d definitely rather give you the benefit of the doubt, dear, so please. I’d be more than happy to listen to any reason you can give me.”

[zojah-blog]

        Zoja couldn’t help it as her eyes rolled, a breathless laugh escaping her lips. Was this really happening to her, especially at that moment when she had somewhere to be? “You’re joking.” It was a statement, not a question. “For the last time and I do mean this is the last time. I’m not a vampire or whatever you said. I’m a human person and you can stop waving that thing at me so recklessly.”

[wesriely-blog]

Wes had been feeling off lately. Maybe it was the fact that he had been cutting back on his diet, afraid of people watching him shop at the grocery store, or maybe it was that god damn neighbor of his who had started burning incense to cover up the smell of her irritatingly curious cat’s litter box. He had decided to go out to get some fresh air, taking a walk. It wasn’t till he walked past a house that smelled like grilling food that his stomach made a loud gurgle that he realized it was the first of his problems. He peaked over the fence to see what was going on when he made eye contact with the person. He smiled a bit. “Sorry. Smells good.”

[zojah-blog]

      The brunette was already preparing a meal for two, something she was supposed to share with Milo, whom had just called to tell her he wouldn’t be able to make it. She worried more than she was upset but there was no way she’d eat all that food herself. When she heard the noise near the fence, she picked up the pair of tongs, holding them up toward him as if she'd be able to use them as a weapon. 

                  “Who the hell are you?”

[tinyxdancerxvalentine-deactivat]

The fallen leafs crackled softly underneath her bare feet. The chill of the wind greeted her and kissed gently against her cheeks while dancing around her strawberry blonde hair. “Hello?” Bethy called out, her wide emerald hues flickering about the forest. “I-Is someone there?” The sound of footsteps are what had lured her into the depths of the forest. “Do you need help?” The human offered, as she slowly began to peek behind a large redwood tree.

[zojah-blog]

      She’d been wandering around the forest, looking for him. Part of her felt like giving up but if she was anything, at least she was persistent. Whether it came to technical matters or matters of the more sentimental type. When the strawberry blonde first spoke, she didn’t hear her until her last words rang in her ears. “Beth.” The name flowed almost automatically out of her mouth, her brows furrowing in concern at the fact that she was there. Zoja’s eyes settled easily on her once she came into view. “What are you doing?”

[tcrnluck]

a swift grab, one moment george’s fingers not so subtly touching the other person’s hair, the next the tiny insect fished out of it being brought closer to the warlock’s eyes, examined. was it the kind he’d been looking for for the new spell that he suddenly felt overcome with desire to try??better guess not. “yeah, i know, i know, but look what would bite you at nights.”

[zojah-blog]

    “You could have warned me...” Zoja began, looking at his hand as he held the insect, unable to help but find the entire situation more than a bit strange. “...of what you were doing before you did it.”

[zoeyspellman]

“Pluto? Pluto? Where are you, you fucking thing?” she grumbled to herself before noticing someone passing by and calling out to them. “Have you seen a kitten? Small. Black. Really fucking annoying? I can’t seem to find my ca–familiar.”

[zojah-blog]

      Hearing the girl call out, Zoja didn’t make much of it, figuring she was just looking for ---- well, figuring she was doing exactly what she said she was. “Familiar?” The slight tone of surprise couldn’t be avoided by her. “No, I can help you look, but I haven’t seen a kitten.”

[voxnosferatu-deactivated2016102]

lost in thought the vampire fingered the locket betwixt busy fingers, however something else catches his attention and the locket falls to the ground as he’s distracted. huffing he leans down to fetch it but another hand is much quicker and it grabs it. suddenly the male is hostile, and his eyes flash a dangerous color as his upper lip curls. “ may i have my locket back, please.” he questions tensely. 

[zojah-blog]

      “You ever hear of finders keepers?” 

   Zoja posed the question, laced with pure sarcasm. She’d only picked it up out of instinct because he’d dropped it. Part of her told her she should’ve been more preoccupied but seeing as she was mid walk home, she didn’t exactly want something that’d delay her arrival. Nonchalantly, she threw the locket in his direction. 

                                           “Losers weepers.”

[valeriexlarson-blog]

Everleigh cleaned whatever was left of blood by her lips. She looked down, only to see the man who was laying there, clearly drained from any blood. “Hope you had a nice life.” Ever murmured. Not that she really cared though, she was just way too bored. It wasn’t long before the vamp heard some other footsteps near her. She looked up, just to look directly at the other person that was there. “What are you looking at? Do you need something?” She asked, not really in a kind matter. 

[zojah-blog]

     Talk about wrong place, wrong time. This was perhaps the last place that she’d ever want to find herself. Yet, there she was. “Nothing. I was just passing by.” Zoja managed to get the words out without stuttering, sound as self assured as she could.

[ohphoebe-blog1]

As Phoebe sat on the tree branch, her feet swinging happily back and forth, she finally heard it. The crinkle of leaves breaking beneath someone’s weight, and she was soon getting into position. Phoebe looked over her shoulder to focus her gaze on the unsuspecting body, her hands squeezing the branch beneath her as she tried to get her timing spot on. Sadly, she swung down a little too late, and suddenly her victim’s head was slamming against the back her own. Phoebe let out a pathetic cry, holding her head in pain and slipping off of the branch. Luckily she had enough sense to float before she fell completely to the ground, carefully letting herself fall the rest of the way, though she still let out a grunt in case the other were a hunter and suspicious of her quiet fall. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

[zojah-blog]

     Zoja was making her way home from work, her car being currently in the shop and the girl always being a fan of short cuts. The last thing she was expecting was this. “Fuck.” The word escaped her mouth before she could help herself. Her eyes focused enough to realize exactly who it was that had fallen on her. “What gives, Phoebe? What’d you do that for? Why were you up a tree?” 

[angelowho-blog]

“Before you say anything,” Angelo started, not even bothering to look up from his phone. He could sense he was about to hear something he didn’t want to be bothered with. “If you’re going to kill me, do it. It’d be a waste of your time, but… whatever. I had a vampire spit my blood out once,” he lied. “If you have something worthwhile to tell me, though, please, go ahead. I can’t promise I’ll listen or care, though.”

[zojah-blog]

        “You had a vampire spit your blood once? Sounds like a jerk move. It was probably my boyf--- never mind.” Zoja sighed, running a hand through her hair before looking at him. “Actually it was nothing that dramatic, though I liked your mini story time, it’s just...you’re sitting on my sweater.”

[likeplath]

there’s a teeny kitten that has been waddling around after her ALL DAY. after several near HEART ATTACKS (can faeries have heart attacks ??), she finally gives in. kneeling next to it, she tries to maintain a stern face. ‘ listen, mister !! you’ve been tailing me since this morning !! i’m not your mom !! do you - do you have a mom ?? ’ suddenly she feels bad, she KNOWS what that’s like. ‘ look, i can’t take care of you. you and all your friends won’t leave me alone !! it’s stressin me out, dude. ’

[zojah-blog]

      zoja couldn’t help but watch as the entire thing happened, intrigued by the girl kneeling down almost yelling at a cat. she cleared her throat before she decided to speak up. “you ever consider the fact that maybe he or she is following you for a reason?”

[venusliveshere]

[kopf--sache]

[amyfarrahs-deactivated20161015]

[photosetavenue]

[axrelias-blog]

Her job took her many places; this bar or club or whatever modern society called it these days was probably the most frequent place in Town. The music was the same generic shit they played on the radio, but somehow making people around her feel like they’ve never heard of it before; Aurelia couldn’t help but be amused of the current situation she was in. Settling herself at the bar and ordering a drink, the voice next to her granted a raise of a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Well, full offence to you, but I don’t give a shit,” Aurelia said without looking in her direction; this girl was not worth her time. “Besides, your name isn’t on this seat and you don’t own this bar, so you can’t tell me what to do. Merry fucking Christmas.”

[zojah-blog]

Zoja’s almost immediate reaction was to roll her eyes at the blonde’s comment. It wasn’t usual for her to waver like this, her entire career was based on not being emotional but practical and firm. She was simply done keeping up pretense for a while, for the day. “And you couldn’t have sat on any of the other stools? This bar isn’t that busy.” The words flowed out of her easily, like most times. She didn’t bother looking at Aurelia, instead taking her time to order another drink from the bartender. “Fuck. Whatever.”

[zojah-blog]

LATE NIGHT TEXT || ZOJA

Elizabeth: I suppose you have a point there.

Elizabeth: I can come get you!! I mean, it is my idea, plus, a pretty lady should always be picked up by her date!

Zoja: You're too much, El.

Zoja: Sounds good. Give me fifteen minutes to get ready.

[ohsayra-blog]

“Thanks. I’m so glad I found a shirt that finally matches my high level of class” she nodded, mirroring the other girl’s sarcasm with ease. “Depends on what your definition of fun is, really. It was definitely interesting”

[zojah-blog]

“It is perfect if that’s what you were going for.” She continued the sarcasm, though there was a hint of a smile behind her words. “Was it worth it? I think that is the better question.”