#zehra 001

[willow-thomas]

where: timeless pottery studio closed started for @zchraa

Willow just wanted to create. She didn't care what it was, but she needed to do something with her hands that wasn't drawing. The block she was having wasn't good for her or for business, and she wasn't sure how else to work through it. She shifted on the stool and nervously looked around at the pottery wheels. "So, how hard is this?"

[bradleymorrisx]

Who: @zehrasadik and Brad

Where: Neena's birthday Party

When: August 2024

Brad was never one to back down from a good party. Plus he enjoyed a night out on the town especially at Komodo. He wasn't a dancer at all but he was never one to say no to a good time. He just hoped he didn't run into his daughter while out as she was able to get into these clubs. But it hadn't happened yet and he wasn't planning on it happening. However he was planning on having a good time and he made a beeline for the bar once arriving. After ordering a drink, he turned next to him and smiled at the young woman, "what's your drink of choice? I'm always looking to expand my Horizons in the world of alcohol."

[levixxthompson]

closed starter for @zehrahq

In true old-man fashion, Zehra's outfit made him feel incredibly old. At this point in the night, he couldn't remember if his family watched the vampire diaries or if that was something he might've binged on late nights. "I'm going to assume you're the sexy but scary one?"

[jxsminebailey]

Her eyes got wide at the mention of a Halloween party, Jazzy got feel the excitement growing. "You said two of my favorite words," she said holding up a finger as she spoke about which words, "Halloween and Parry." She said with a grin, as halloween was her favorite holiday and she always enjoyed parties. "We'll have to raid his house sometime soon! I know he has to have a bunch stored in the attic or something," she thought for a moment, as the gears started to swirl in her mind. "Right, he really is an amazing guy, I got lucky with him. And I'm glad he took you in too," she said with a smile, elbowing Zehra, as to not contaminate her hands after washing them. She then watched as the scene unfolded with Zehra yelling about brownie bits and a delivery driver, it was like a scene out of a movie she felt. Before she could realize it, Zehra stole a brownie and Jazzy's mouth as wide open. "We might wanna run after that, because I'm pretty sure that was Harry and he hates when things are off!" She said and winced, motioning towards the food for them to scram.

"You know, that sounds like a great ide- wait!" she paused, looking at her friend, her eyes widening with a smile. "We should host a Halloween party this year! Invite some people, get some baked goods from here, we have that entire box of Halloween decorations at your dad's house!" she began listing off all the things they could do, offering the other a small smile, clapping her hands together giddily. "It would be so fun!" she nodded, letting her eyes avert, only leaving her friend's gaze as they made their way into the kitchen. "Those truly are the best kind of dads though." she nodded. "I mean, mine was the best, honestly, I was a true daddy's girl but, I adore that good ole' Teddy was both for so long. Really shows the kind of dad he was." Zehra smiled, adoring the family unit that her best friend had; growing up an only child was hard for her sometimes, never a sibling to cling to when her parents were being too protective or something. So she'd always clung to her friend's families a little harder than most people do. As she dried her hands off, she looked over at the baked goods, eyeballing a tray of brownie bites that had a delicious looking yellow icing on top, probably a Fall promotion. "Hey look!" she called, watching as the man standing over the tray turned his head to look at her. "Yes, you, is that the delivery truck, you may wanna go guide them." she pointed, waiting for the other to take a step away and turn his back before snatching a brownie and popping it into her mouth. "Oh, Jas these are to die for. I swear they're hazelnut or something!" @jxsminebailey

[buddywellls]

buddy 📲 zehra.

Buddy: Hey. Buddy: Thought of you today, felt like a sign to check in. Buddy: Everything all good? @zchraa

[zehrasadik]

"What's a girl have to do around here to get in an emergency meeting with the mayor, hmm?" Zehra had to admit, making a visit out here on her lunch break from the call center hadn't exactly been on her to do list for today, but, after her second call that morning from a medical emergency at the outdoor shopping center this morning alone proved there was a much bigger problem than she'd originally thought. "I don't know what I need to do - sign some paperwork, bring in proof, whatever that policy is - but, something has to be done about either affordable water at the outdoor shopping center - three dollars a bottle is absolutely absurd, after all! - or a shaded area for people to sit at." she rambled, realizing she was presenting the problem to someone that had no say so in the matter she was sure. "I just, the town needs more than they have there and I'd like to be an influence to make that happen." @celineediz

[levixxthompson]

Levi: You want some pumpkin seeds? Levi: I'm thinking about starting a pumpkin garden in this awkward space I have. @zehrahq

[demonlys]

blasting  sinners  by  barns  courtney  down  main  street  we've  spotted  ZEHRA  ARDALI  sporting  their  necklace  made  of  a  steel  chain  forged  in  hell  and  a  pentecostal  coin  fashioned  into  a  pendant.  the  five  hundred  +  seventy-one  year  old  DEMON  who's  been  in  town  for  ten  months  often  can  be  seen  lingering  at  the  crossroads  when  nostalgia  hits  hard,  expanding  her  bruce  springsteen  album  collection  at  the  local  vinyl  store,  picking  up  the  mayor's  coffee  order  from  "hallowed grounds"  like  a  coffee  mule  in  a  power  suit,  or  working  as  the  MAYOR'S  EXECUTIVE  ASSISTANT  at  TOWN  HALL.  people  say  they  display  articulate  and  insouciant  traits,  but  we  rather  trust  their  vibes:  a  smile  that  promises  everything  and  delivers  nothing  ( she  gives  you  what  you  ask  for,  but  not  what  you  want ) ;  a  sleek,  polished  exterior  hiding  the  scars  of  a  long  life  lived  in  the  shadows ;  brown  eyes  that  have  seen  too  much  and  still  refuse  to  look  away ;  a  collector  of  contradictions  ⸺  she's  both  calm  and  chaotic,  full  of  smoldering  rage  and  detached  serenity.  also,  we've  heard  they  love  CHERRY  FLAVORED  LOLLIPOPS !  aren't  they  fascinating ?

(  !  )  CW  : mentions of death/murder, organized crime, violence, manipulation, demonic possession.

001. BASICS

goes by : zehra neslihan ardali demonic name(s) : zehra ( father, siblings, other demons ), belpharion ( mortals, other demons, celestial beings ⸺ it's like a formal or "professional" name ) nickname(s) : zee, zeze. also b, bel ( derogatory. probably mostly used by angels or someone being annoying ) age : thirty-five ( five-hundred and seventy-one ) years old gender : cis woman ( she/her ) orientation : pansexual species : demon. she's one of the mephistophelim, a child of the ancient demon mephistopheles. current occupation : mayor's executive assistant

002. VESSEL

neslihan ardali was born on may 29th, 1975 in mersin, türkiye. at a young age, her family relocated to the united states after her father secured a job in the medical field. the ardali family settled in allenhurst, new jersey and neslihan would grow up to become a criminal defense attorney, having earned her juris doctor degree from rutgers university. following graduation, she took the new york state bar exam and started calling the city that never sleeps her home. as a defense attorney, she represented a number of controversial clients, including mob figures. she was part of the defense team in some high-profile cases, representing individuals connected to organized crime families in new york. these cases occasionally attracted media attention, particularly her work in the legal defense of a member of the gambino crime family which earned her the moniker of "jersey girl lawyer" in the press. in 2010, months after the final mistrial that marked a win for the defense team, neslihan's life came to a tragic end at the hands of enforcers from a rival crime family.

003. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

early reports of belpharion describe her as an imposing figure with long dark hair and a half-covered face. the silver mask that covered one side of her face was used to hide the scarred, disfigured features beneath. unlike some other demons, zehra's original form was primarily human-like, though it was marred by grotesque elements caused by a hellfire accident during her terrible two-hundreds, which left half her face severely scarred and mutilated. for over a decade now, she's taken over the likeness and identity of her chosen vessel, neslihan ardali ( changed to zehra neslihan ardali ). she has the ability to change her appearance, though it's a very limited ability that only allows her to show the demonic left side of her face ⸺ a nod to her past form.

004. POWERS & ABILITIES

she possesses the usual demon strengths and weaknesses. the following are abilities and powers that she may not share with other demons, unless they are of her kin : accelerated healing factor : despite her enhanced durability, it's still possible to injure zehra. however, her demon physiology enables her to heal faster than humans. teleportation : much like her siblings, she could teleport between earth and hell with no difficulty. unfortunately, she's been stripped of this power as punishment for an indiscretion. reality warping ( limited to deals ) : through mystical deals, she's able to fulfill almost any wish in exchange for something that they have ⸺ usually their souls. once the agreement is sealed, it's virtually impossible for the victim to escape compliance. the mephistophelim are known to mislead and use loopholes to turn a situation to their benefit, often playing with the wording of an agreement to their own advantage and the pain of the bargainer. while it's possible for a mephistophelim to undo a contract of their own making, it's not done without consequences. shape-shifting ( limited ) : she can slightly alter her appearance to make one side of her face look scarred and disfigured, displaying what's been referred to as her demonic face. in hell, she can completely change her form, but only if inside a hell loop. telekinesis ( limited ) : she can summon her necklace and her demon daggers ( blades forged from powerful mystical steel in hell ). this ability is extremely limited as she can only move specific personal items with her mind.

005. PERSONALITY TRAITS

charming but aloof ; has a penchant for sarcasm ; eye-rolling master ; selectively enthusiastic ; sees challenges as opportunities for a little fun ; loyal to those she cares about, though she may not always show it ; excels in the fine art of pulling strings ; tendency to keep her emotions guarded ; dismissive in the face of discomfort ; struggles with vulnerability ; can be condescending, particularly towards people she deems beneath her ; sometimes self-deprecating, but prefers to keep her insecurities hidden ; craves parental validation and approval more than she lets on ; possesses a dry, almost caustic humor, often laced with irony and cynicism ; has a rebellious streak that's often expressed in her defiance of expectations ; can be awkward in emotionally charged situations, despite her confident exterior ; skeptical of grand gestures and unrealistic ideals ; driven by both, self-interest and a sense of obligation ; turns out, she's got jokes.

006. STYLE

corporate chic, i guess?? power suits, tailored blazers, pencil skirts and bold colors that make her look like she's about to close a deal and steal the spotlight. "i could damn your soul with a glance but i'd rather do it in style" vibes.

007. SPEECH

her voice is smooth, controlled and deliberately measured, often laced with sarcastic or mocking undertones. tends to speak with an easy charm, her tone can be playful even when she's being cruel or manipulative. depending on the topic, she may come across as bored or exasperated, particularly when dealing with the absurdities of human existence, her delivery drifts into deadpan monotone. when genuinely angry or frustrated, her speech becomes more coldly biting and frantic, losing some of its polish and detached air. in moments of vulnerability, her voice softens, though even then, she strives to maintain control, masking any signs of weakness.

008. HISTORY

zehra spawns into existence shortly after the fall of constantinople and the rise of the ottoman empire ⸺ an event her father claims credit for. though not in history books, mephistopheles struck a deal with mehmed the conqueror on april 6th, 1453. in exchange for the city's capture within fifty-five days, mehmed would gain eternal glory, but his soul would be damned forever.

she is made from a sliver of primal soul ( a soul in its raw, underdeveloped state ), and mephistopheles' own blood and bones, at a dark altar in the pits of hell. the youngest of the mephistophelim, she spends her formative years trying not to step over the colossal egos of high-powered dealmakers who had already made a name for themselves.

as a rookie, zehra is normally assigned to hell loops like a common torture demon or called around to help her older siblings with tasks they prefer to avoid, they remain reluctant to dispose of big duties. though she isn't called upon for anything important in her early centuries, she is full of ambition and looking forward to her ascent in the infernal hierarchy. 

her terrible two-hundreds are, indeed, terrible. a promising, enthusiastic demon filled with youthful curiosity and an unhealthy obsession with "why". her questions become more frequent and much more annoying, she prods and pushes limits with disruptive ideas like a "vip suffering experience" or trying to unionize hell. her rebellious streak peaks with an accident involving uncontrolled hellfire that disfigures the left side of her face. her siblings are not impressed, but zehra's determination earns her a grudging respect and even her father, once skeptical of her potential, takes notice. but before she can take her place in the family business, she'll have to face the consequences of her actions. spoiler: sometimes demons get grounded too.

she spends the following decades scrubbing hell's floors ⸺ literally and figuratively, and once her "sentence" is up, she steps into the role she'd been eyeing. zehra becomes known for her ability to strike deals with ease, finding people on the edge of a moral collapse and subtly guiding them into hell's grasp. she knows how to twist words and she always gets a little more than what is expected, relying not on fear or fire but on psychological manipulation. she'll make someone feel guilty, entitled or deserving of more, exploiting their emotional weaknesses to make the deal feel inevitable.

as centuries pass, she begins to notice a sameness in her work. humans become predictable, their desires don't change and the deals grow hollow. the thrill of manipulating mortals starts to feel more like routine than fun. each new soul collected is no different from the last one, and while she doesn't experience remorse, she starts to grow weary of the endless cycle.

in 1929, zehra strikes a deal with mexican painter frida kahlo, offering fame and recognition for her personal art in exchange for her soul. despite her growing apathy towards the process, she admires kahlo's resilience in the face of physical pain. over the following years, zehra visits often, fascinated by how the artist channels suffering into her work. for the first time, she sees a bargainer not as a mere pawn in a game of souls, but as someone of true merit. in a bold move, zehra breaks the agreement, allowing kahlo's legacy to influence the world without the corruption of their pact. this decision isn't driven by pity or a desire to "save" the painter, but a genuine recognition of frida's greatness. this act of defiance infuriates mephistopheles.

as punishment for her indiscretion and to prevent her from growing too attached to humankind, mephistopheles revokes zehra's ability to travel freely between earth and hell. he is a worried parent who fears that she has spent too much time observing her "clients," growing increasingly empathetic as she watches them struggle after selling their futures. zehra would beg to differ ⸺ she has simply been bored. though it’s true that she's grown to enjoy spending time on earth, she finds humans and their endless concerns rather dull and unremarkable.

ever since kahlogate, zehra can only pop up on earth if someone summons her at the crossroads ⸺ or she hitches a ride with another demon which is just embarrassing, really. in a desperate bid to appease her father and also reclaim her autonomy, she buries her growing disillusionment and keeps herself occupied, using her skills to entertain herself. alas her heart isn't in it and her charm feels more like a half-baked act ⸺ she knows the routine, but the magic is gone. once a spirited agent of temptation, now a jaded trickster, phoning it in. it takes over fifty years for mephistopheles to loosen the tight leash on zehra's independence. 

once a mephistophelim reaches half a millennium in age, they're permitted to shed their original form and take on a vessel of their choosing. the mephistophelim are known for their commitment to the skin they choose to inhabit, rarely changing it throughout their lifespan. this transformation is considered a rite of passage, and the decision is not made lightly. in 2010, at 557 years old, zehra finds her chosen vessel; a recently departed defense attorney, born on may 29th ⸺ the date constantinople fell.

she seals her most important deal shortly after, with mephistopheles agreeing to the terms as a belated 500th birthday gift ( no souls are promised in the transaction ). allowed to roam earth until she's ready to return to hell, as long as she continues to fulfill her duties, zehra feels like she has outwitted the oldest dealmaking demon in existence, the master of "faustian bargains" himself. perhaps mephistopheles wasn't acting as a cunning trickster, but more like a parent than the king of the crossroads.

at this point, she sees the souls she collects as "paperwork", a necessary evil rather than something she genuinely enjoys. zehra goes through the motions with a sense of detached amusement, fulfilling her obligations to hell not out of passion, but because it keeps her father off her back. her role in the grand scheme of things is to be a tempter but she has little interest in putting in any more effort than she has to. as a side gig, she's been trying get her teleportation rights back.

she stumbles upon portum at a time when she is beginning to flirt with the idea of freedom, and unsettling questions start to surface in her mind. what if she could walk away from her obligations? what if she could stop playing the game? what if there's something more fulfilling than just collecting souls for hell? the idea of rebellion is appealing, but the known comforts of hell keep her tethered.   

009. FUN FACTS

tba.

010. WANTED CONNECTIONS

the enemy, of course. but an enemy for hundreds of years now, which makes them a sort of friend. cosmic opposites, one tasked with saving souls and the other with leading them astray. with both of them seeking out those on the brink of moral collapse, their paths have crossed countless times over the centuries as they each try to complete their respective tasks while constantly thwarting the other's plans. these two both challenge and intrigue each other, their connection is built on snark, power plays and moments of understanding. they'll tear each other own one minute, then have each other's back the next; they're enemies, allies and something more complicated ⸺ two agents of rival realms who'd never admit to needing one another. "you've got that vintage thing going on. good for you." y/m is someone who knew neslihan before zehra assumed control of her body. they could have been childhood friends or old college acquaintances, it's utp just how close the two had been before drifting apart. when they reconnect around 2010-2011, zehra's already the one behind the wheel and leading a double life, fulfilling her hellish obligations whilst still posing as neslihan. details tbd but i imagine zehra played along, letting y/m believe she was still the same person they had once known. at first, it was all for amusement, but over time, the bond began to feel unnervingly real. as a result, zehra chose to cut ties. fast forward ten years and y/m makes their way to portum, having been recently turned into a supernatural being.

[wileyfoxwrites]

@scorpio-musing​

Who: Albert and Zehra Where: The Beach Bonfire

He’d tried to avoid her all night. The moment Albert had spotted Zehra he’d gone through the usual routine of dodging the girl as much as possible but unfortunately, he’d lost her at some point in the night. Somehow he’d ended up right next to her, impossible to avoid even if he had the urge to tuck tail and run the other way. This was the last person Albert wanted any type of conversation with and yet Fate was laughing as it pushed the two of them together. “Zehra.” He sighed out her name, not even looking at her but over her head towards the ocean. “Fancy meeting you here. What exactly are you doing in Thailand?” He maybe should have started with asking about his daughter but he didn’t want to give the impression that he suddenly wanted anything to do with her even if he was slightly curious. Instead, he asked the other burning question that the prince was dying to have an answer to. What exactly was going through her and Tarkan’s minds when they decided she needed to come to the island that housed the majority of the world’s royals knowing he would show up eventually? “It’s not like you’re one of us...unless things have changed since the last time I saw you.” Albert’s eyes glanced over to Tarkan and then back to her, the question lingering in the air. Had Zehra gotten her claws into him as well?

[sarikavari]

For @ofzehras

Zehra,

Over the years I’ve really only met you in passing even though you and Josie were always really close. I’ve learned a few things about you but the sewing supplies were what really caught my attention as gifts for you. First, an antique embroidery set that I’m told is still in working condition if you’d like to use the tools. Second, a fabric bundle that I thought was pretty and hopefully you will as well. And third, I remember having bara brith while in Wales on a visit and when I saw someone selling it at the little Christmas market I thought you might like a little piece of home. I hope you enjoy them all and I can’t wait to see if you make anything out of the fabric. Boldog karácsonyt!

Sarika

[maviscampbell]

"Yeah, it's cute from what I've seen so far. I'm from Chicago, so it's kinda nice to be in a place that isn't so overwhelming all the time." It was also a little boring, but Mavis wasn't going to say that part. It was probably good for her to be a place a little more slow-moving so that she could actually get her head on properly and reevaluate everything.

"Just passing through, for now. But I don't know...a longer stay might be in the cards." She knew she was being vague, but it was easier than divulging her actual reason for picking up and moving all the way across the country, and all of the baggage that came along with it.

They got to the front of the line, and Mavis shot a smile at the cashier. "Yeah, hi, I'm back. Can I just get a Diet Coke and whatever she wants?" She motioned at the woman next to her.

"Oh, you're an artist? That's cool. What kinda stuff do you do?"

@zchraa

Zehra smiled at Mavis as they rejoined the line, appreciating the lightheartedness in her tone. "Well, you handled it like a pro," she said with a small laugh, trying to keep things casual despite the lingering tension from earlier. "I guess you just get used to it when you’ve got kids—or younger siblings, in your case. You learn to step in when you must, even if you'd rather sit back and watch how it all plays out."

As Mavis asked about her being a local, Zehra nodded. "Yeah, I’m from here. Been in this town for as long as I can remember. Small place, not a lot happens, but it’s home. What about you? Are you just passing through for now, or thinking about staying longer?" She gave her a curious look, intrigued by the hint of uncertainty in Mavis’s voice.

"Well, honestly I say I'm a local but I was here up until about nineteen then I moved away for a bit, and now here I am with baby in tow and I've been back about a month, and I imagine I'm going to be staying longer considering I brought a place in crystal cove with the money from my last big art project."

@maviscampbell

[kaylawritesthings]

@stargazerwriting​

Who: Bert and Zehra Where: The Beach After Party

Skinny dipping, drinking to his hearts desire, maybe throw in a few pills here and there and Bert was a happy man despite his nose being fucked up from Char earlier in the night. He hadn’t even bothered cleaning up some of the blood after it had started to spill over right before heading to the beach for what was sure to be a wild night. Which only added to the what the fuck factor as he was walking around without any clothes on whatsoever, two very strong drinks in hand. Bertenius Halvorsen was content with life for the time being and he wanted everyone around to be on his level because life was just...better this way.

So, he sat down next to the first pretty person who came in his line of sight and leaned back in the lounge chair, not even bothering to worry about the lines it would form in his skin. Pain was non existent tonight. “You don’t have a drink.” He held out the cup to the girl as he took a sip from his own glass, trying to cover his slightly devious smile. “I promise, it’s good. Can’t even taste the alcohol.”

[sibclyil]

location: krafted koffee time: 1 pm for: @zehra-yavuz​

When one of Sibel’s friends mentioned that she was going on a date with a guy she had just met, the girl took it as an invite for her to tag along and spy on their date. For someone with eight years of education, one would think she would be smart enough to know that a cap and sunglasses wouldn’t do much to hide her identity. Yet, Sibel showed up to the coffee shop in just that. If she kept in the corner, hidden from most people, she could listen in without getting caught and send her friend a few texts if conversations came to an end. 

With an iced coffee in her hand, Sibel pinpointed where in the shop the date was occurring. After spotting her friend and her date, light hues scanned the open space to find a good seating for herself. Instead of finding an open table, she made eye contact with another familiar face. Eyes widened, though not visible through the dark sunglasses, believing she was caught. Sibel rushed over to the seat across Zehra while her lips puckered up to make many “shhh” noises. “Don’t say anything that’ll give me away,” she lowered her gaze, keeping her volume at a whisper. Making a mental note that spying wasn’t a job she could take, Sibel took a seat, settling defeated eyes on Zehra. “It’s not what it looks like.” 

[keolalagaaia]

"You're right, it's not everything," Keo concurs, very much in agreement that money and a fat bank account wasn't the source of true happiness -- but he wasn't foolish enough to ignore that it was, at minimum, a large stepping stone that made the path to that easier, "But it is a whole lot of somethings. If I woke up tomorrow as a millionaire, I'd have so much less worries than I have today."

He liked his van and he loved his life, but every now and then a worry or two managed to pierce the veil of his blunt smoke and he found himself at the mercy of wondering just how long he could sustain the lifestyle he was living.

Those worries cropped up less around people like Zehra, who could make him smile even when proposing reasoning that was at loggerheads with his.

"That's actually true, I could definitely talk him under the table if it was a game of straight for straight weird situations that I've lived through. Which reminds me, I gotta tell you about two weekends ago."

@zchraa

"Perhaps," Zhera mused, following along with Keo as he walked. "But wealth isn't everything, Keo. Ideas come and go, but what matters is what you do with them in the moments of clarity you do have." She hummed softly, shaking her head. "Maybe it's not about the money. Maybe it's about finding something that makes you feel alive, even if it doesn't come with a billion-dollar price tag."

She chuckled softly, nudging him with her shoulder. "And hey, at least you have your stories. I bet Jeff Bezos doesn't have half as many interesting tales to tell."

@keolalagaaia

[jaspermorgan]

@zchraa

Jasper was glad she understood. He knew that many people wouldn't appreciate being bumped into on the street, especially when the other person wasn't paying attention. "Thanks. I'm just glad you're not hurt."

At the mention of the possibility of introducing her daughter to theatre, Jasper smiled. "Oh, how old is she? At any age, though, the theatre is so magical and inspirational. I'm completely biased, so I think you should take your daughter as soon as possible."

Jasper hardly remembered his first few visits to the theatre, having been taken by his grandparents to the evening shows, because he was so young, but the feeling he had when the lights came up and the actors appeared on stage to perform their riveting stories was something that was unforgettable. He wished he could experience that rush and apprehension again for the very first time, so knowing that a young girl might be getting to experience that as well completely warmed his heart.

Zehra had always been an avid fan of theater, though she’d never been on stage herself. Watching performances unfold from the audience had been enough to spark her imagination and inspire her creativity. She loved the stories, the emotions, and the magic of seeing actors bring life to words. But lately, as she worked on her art piece, she realized how much she missed that energy—being in the audience, feeling part of something bigger, even from a distance. It had been a while since she’d been to a show, and the thought of returning to the theater, even just as a spectator, lingered in her mind.

That afternoon, she wandered around town, thinking about her artwork and wondering if watching a performance again might reignite the spark she was missing. As she passed the old theatre, her eyes lingered on its doors, memories flooding back of evenings spent lost in stories. That’s when she nearly collided with someone pacing just outside the entrance.

Zehra smiled, brushing it off. “No harm done. I get it—lost in your thoughts,” she replied, glancing at the theatre. There was something familiar in his nervous energy, a shared connection to the place, even if her role had always been in the audience. "I haven't been in here since I've been back, I loved theatre while I was gone, it feels like perhaps I need to revisit an old favorite, perhaps introduce my daughter too."

@jaspermorgan

[silascody]

"I'm not scared, I'm just putting it out there that I don't want that honk-honk nose energy coming my way."

( That might have been easier ensured if he had chosen a different Halloween themed activity to hang around. )

"Feel free to swing on some for me though. I think that would be hysterical to watch."

@zehrahq

" it's literally just a clown--probably a bloody one. but if you're that scared, you can hide behind me and i'll protect you, " the dark-haired femme remarked with humor laced in her tone since she's always been a fan of halloween and always go all out when it comes to trick or treating. // @silascody