@vikoris ♡’d !
❝ am i supposed to know what you're talking about? ❞
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‘ something wrong ? ’ - @vikoris . still accepting .
world stops spinning for a moment . eyes go blank as her sensitive nose catches onto the scent of his blood soaked shirt . ‘ take it off . please . ’ her voice is pleading as veins grow visible below her eyes . it almost comes too much to bear for her , even her breathing grows difficult . ‘ nik , please . i need to - ’
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@vikoris said: ✐
❝ it was love, i knew, and it tasted like champagne in my mind. ❞ she says, a serene look upon her face.
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@vikoris ASKED, “ 𝒊’𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 . ” (𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒚)
𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑? ruby is no longer the person she was before . . that girl feels so far away that she’s not even within grasp. so far away in the back of her mind that she struggles to remember what it was like to be normal, to be happy, to not have blood soaking into her skin. she’s are no longer sweet, she’s dangerous. ( they should fear that ! the things she’d do to them if allowed, but alas she isn’t. instead, ruby takes to her imagination. ) ❝ aren’t we all ? ❞ head tilts in a curious manner after question is asked. ruby once understood his sentiment, but now she doesn’t even 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃 to it. ; ❝ i used to be afraid of myself, of what i’d become. ❞ what they made you, a killer. ❝ their blood would stain my hands, my cloths. sticky, wet, warm, && i’d shudder at the thought of what i’d just done. but, not anymore. ❞ head of brown hair gives the slightest shake, brows drawing together only a little. eyes peer off away from klaus into the woods as if she were lost in thought or perhaps it was memory? ❝ anything is better than feeling empty, trust me ! even if that feeling is 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 of yourself or joy for the thing that made you feel something. ❞ switchblade is taken into hand, flipped open quickly so eyes can settle on it. ❝ embrace who you’re becoming. don’t hide from it. it’s a lot more fun that way─ ❞ wicked grin crosses painted lips.
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@vikoris ♡’d !
❝ maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame. ❞
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you write harley so well, i very easily hear her voice in every piece of dialogue you give her!! i can't help but to stop and read what you put out and you're just a huge inspiration! 💖
˚・` ♥ [ Q ] : how is my portrayal ? ─ @vikoris
excuse me while i go cry in a corner because you have no idea what this means to me , i adore u ♡ ♡ ♡
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❝ you bit off more than you can chew. ❞
rage is as blinding and white hot as pain. the former flares upon hearing what appears to be a smug comment on the situation. “ do you want to make any more obvious observations? “ rhetorical question is posed through gritted teeth. the aftermath of a fight left him with arm contorted in an unnatural way, waking face down on the floor. not his finest moment. bones crack and a pained grunt rips through throat as injury corrects itself. he stands, facing the hybrid. “ your sister has a worse temper than you. “ / @vikoris
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@vikoris ♡’d !
❝ if you're going to kill me , go ahead and do it — i'm not telling you anything. ❞
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❝ you are making it very difficult to keep you alive. ❞
𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. from the first drop of blood that sealed his fate as vampire, matthew has had not another drink ; denial, denying, clinging to human morality so that he might preserve what is left of his old self ( as shitty as that life was ). it���s all he’s been capable of, for if anyone could stave a new born vampire’s hunger, it would be someone as stubborn as mattie. “ i didn’t realize you’d cared, klaus. “
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. there were many such instances like that which made little sense, and yet panged with a nostalgia he wasn’t sure he could name as his own, but felt regardless. from the birthmark on his chest, in the shape of claws digging for his heart, to that damned taste of iron in his mouth. most days the phantom pain of nostalgia finds itself put at bay, held back behind a tide, but the closer he walked through a tight knit crowd, the more it hurts. like something is trying to crack his chest open and rip out what’s inside.
“ excuse me, “ he apologies.
in the midst of his pain, his shoulder is numb when it connects with another’s visage; loosely described as tall and dark clothed... his face is a blur before unfocused eyes, as a ringing in his ears sounding more like howls than an annoying trill, beckons him to remember. remember. remember ! but he can’t, and so he pushes forward a step, then two, and then three.
@vikoris liked for a random reincarnation starter !
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“ i prefer to ask forgiveness rather than permission . makes things EASIER , don’t you think ? though ... i often forget to ask that too . ”
@vikoris ♡’d
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&. . . . @vikoris / sc.
a placid smile forms, calm exterior masking the turmoil that rushes within. prideful in the way he stands, like a wolf marking territory claimed long ago. his fingers tighten into fists, slowly loosening before reaching deep into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. “ smoke ? ” he asks, angling the pack towards but doesn’t wait for an answer before plucking one out for himself and placing it in between his lips. “ the way i see it is, what’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours. that’s not so hard to understand . . . is it ? ”
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@vikoris , tiny starter !
“ can’t you do your normal thing and go kill him already ? ” patience wears thin , attention shifting to her cellular device to check the time . “ he’s technically already dead , the bachelor starts in an hour and you’re driving us back to town so . . . chop chop ! ”
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continued from ¨¨¨ // @vikoris
The wound has been forgotten until the softness of his thumb ghosts over it. It’s far from a fatal injury, already healed, mostly, a mere itch brought forth to awareness, indicating that it’s healing up under his gaze. But the fury in Klaus’ eyes, etched into his expression, befitted an execution. That she could understand — any injury beheld upon Klaus felt like a dagger to her own chest, a betrayal to her own body. He was all she had left of Hope. Remains of their daughter in blue eyes, thick hair, dimples popping in his cheeks in the rare moments ( too rare now, non-existent these days ) of happiness. Or glee, which is more common.
❝ It’s fine. ❞ Taking his hand away, fingers circling his wrist. ❝ They’re dead. ❞ Her other hand presses, hard, against the closing slit in her lip, wipes up the last remains of blood. Smears it across Klaus’ lips. The sharp, delicious scent of blood tinges the fresh air, her own blood, pressed into his mouth. ❝ All gone now. ❞ It’s low, dangerous to anyone but him.
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SING TO ME MUSE OF A GIRL BIRTHED FROM BLOOD, of painted red lips and jaws of a lion. remember the first taste of vengeance, the unleashing of furor : of what it finally felt to be free. you have revelled in your new self, lion-hearted elektra, the taste of hades a feast for your lips. no longer do fear and regret snap at her heels, just as a pack of hounds after the dead mans corpse, nor is her mind filled with the cries of lament, she is no longer a woman ready with a funeral dirge. instead it is ira who visits the daughter of agamemnon, rageful ares swift at her side. “ does it ever grow old ------ the killings that is? will my mouth ever sigh at the taste of sweet flesh, do you ever grow tired of the power? ” a glance is cast towards the man before her, winged words slipping from blood soaked lips. as eyes cast back to the man of the floor resolve hardens, conviction flooding her breath, “ i won’t. how can other’s claim we’re death things? this, this is the most alive i’ve ever felt. ” for what is death to you now, vengeful elektra, wrapped in thanatos’ cruel embrace, you have watched the light leave countless men’s eyes, watched the dark hand of death’s inevitable approach and yet even still it is not enough. it will never be enough. not until a stake strikes straight through your mother’s heart.
@vikoris : liked for a starter.
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@vikoris said : " do you have any idea what you're capable of? " + hope mikaelson.
❛ yes, i’m pretty freaking aware of what i’m capable of. ❜ so aware that it’s overwhelming. the power she has, what she can do scares her sometimes. hope knows what aunt freya would say or even what her mom would’ve said. that she wouldn’t hurt anyone. and she knows she really doesn’t want to. but, she’s painfully aware that she’s capable of it. some days, like today, she wishes she was normal. it was why she left the salvatore school for a few hours to spend time with a particular crush of hers. landon. she just didn’t think she would get caught. ❛ i just wanted to be normal, for a day. it’s not that big of deal, dad. ❜
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