- REWRITING OFFLINE 10/03/25-
☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 : what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?
After the death of her mother, 17 y/o Deena Salée rummage through her mothe...
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ᴛᴡᴏʏᴇᴀʀꜱʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘. The stretchy material of her strapless sage green dress pulled off her knees, bunched between her legs where her hands rested. Then closed her eyes and took a deep breath to clear her mind from all distractions.
Dream-walking was risky because it often required the witch to be in a resting state before crossing over, and the mind could become its own once unconscious, granted access to unlimited imagination. A risk Deena had faced on many occasions. But she had been practicing for a while and felt confident in her abilities. With her mind in a better state than it'd been in a long while, would eliminate interfering complications during the crossing which she wanted to avoid at all cost.
Her muscles relaxed, her racy heart slowed, and chanted repeatedly to herself.
Then dozed off, chanting still.
"Another visit? Not that I'm complaining. I've missed your beautiful presence." Deena opened her eyes to Aunt Freya jogging down the steps in a satin dress with flutter sleeves. A strap slipped purposely off her shoulder that showcased her bralette underneath, welcoming her niece with a tight hug. One she allowed. "It's been too long, darling, I thought you left us dry. Moved on from contacting the almost-dead to live without us holding you back. Then again, if I remember correctly, time does move differently here."
Pulling away with a chuckle, "In my time, it's been only a week." Deena took in the two-story white house still the same as last week, and the week after that, and the week after. But the sunflowers were new as well as a bucket of orange paint near the first window.
Aunt Freya's face confirmed her theory about time before she locked an arm with Deena's as the two rushed through the green gardens of vibrant flowers grazing their legs and grass between their toes. They hurried up the stairs toward the patio table. "I'm so glad you came when you did. There's much to catch up on," smoke exhaled from her lungs when she took a seat. "On your end, of course."
