#and what kills me is that with the remake i've grown so. so tired of the fanbases esp on twitter

[icharchivist]

I think there's something pleasant about slipping back into an old hyperfixation

Sure, it feels like you can never truly escape and reality is a joke, but it's warm and comfortable and familiar, like putting on a shirt you used to love wearing but then it kinda slipped into the back of the closet

Sorry about your emotions though

NO YEAH I AGREE

Like it's pleasant but also bittersweet, it's remembering all sort of things you might have forgotten, and why it was so important to you back then and also right now. It can be introspective, just as much as it can be familiar.

but god do you suffer and god do you end up thinking there is no escape from your fate. It's really 'oh no i'm back on my bullshit' type of experience. It's nice but goddamn.

#in my case right now with ff7 it's really hitting hard because i hyperfocused on it at very different ages #first in 2007/2008 then in 2015 to 2017 then 2019/2020 and now right back again #and the stuff i focused on each time were a bit different and similar at the same time #and what kills me is that with the remake i've grown so. so tired of the fanbases esp on twitter #that it made me take some step back (+ all my complicated thoughts about the remake added in) #but it was always something i had in the back of my head and revered a lot #but seeing my theater do a screening of advent children i really thought it'd be a shame for me not to go #and by god i didn't expect the movie to hit me this hard and still connecting to me to that level #it's familiar and homey as much as it is deep and scary #because the good time and passion is intertwined with the sad and the tragic and the way it helped me going through hard times #and the general feeling of 'i thought i outgrew this.' only to be hit by new angles it comes to resonate with me #eerie as fuck at least. #but yeah. this is fine. This is fine i'm normal. #ichareply #anonymous

[elejah-wonderland]

Love is A Heartbreak Away/1

Fanfiction

Part 1

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

Kol Mikaelson

AU TVD/TO story

Summary: Elena returns from London, England, to New Orleans after seven years.

As a teenager she had a huge crush on Kol Mikaelson, and dreams of seeing him again. But there is this older, stern, always busy, older brother, she didn’t care about at all. 

a/n: this was inspired by the movie ‘Sabrina’ with Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart, cuz I love vintage stuff. I also loved the newer 80s remake with Harrison Ford and Ms Ormond.

Game of Love is nearing its end, and I thought I will give a glimpse into the new story. I hope you like it. xoxo

tags

@rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @cassienoble2000 @captainshurley @captainshurley @goddessofthunder112 @elejahforever @hides2000

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Esther Mikaelson waited for the family driver to open the door of the Bentley for her as she finished talking on the phone. As the man obliged and gave him instructions as to where to take her, she said-

"Is Elena arriving today?"

"Yes, Ma'm"- John Gilbert answered.

"Ah, wonderful"- Esther said-"how long has it been now?"

"Six years"- John answered.

"You must be so very proud of her,"- Esther continued-"what is it that she majored in."

"Industrial design"- John answered-"but she has been already working as a free lance photographer for a year now."

"It will be so nice to see her."- Esther said and as her phone rang she answered it.

"Yes, Elijah. I will be meeting the Claires for lunch today. Fine. I will not be coming to the office today. I will return as someone has to be on top of things here for tomorrow's party."- she said to her son.

Esther, a widow. had two sons, Elijah, 34, and Kol, 25. Of, which one, namely Elijah, was running the vast Mikaelson company, taking over after his late father Mikael, who together with their other brother Klaus got killed in a boating accident. His brother Kol spent most of his his time boat racing and acting more like a spoiled playboy, spending his time partying and avoiding the office as much as he could, even though he had a college degree in business. His mother had hopelessly tried to get him to take some of the load off of Elijah, and get him away from the races. But it was mission impossible.

As John brought her to the restaurant, she told him that he was free for the afternoon and go get Elena from the airport.

"Are you sure?"- John said-"Elena is not due to till four o'clock this afternoon."

"Yes. I will take the taxi back to the Plantation. Thank you, John"- Esther said and walked into the restaurant.

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In New York, Elena, who was waiting for her connecting flight to New Orleans, now rang her uncle.

"Hi uncle John- Yeah, the flight from London was great. Oh, can't wait to get back- You will meet me? Ah, thanks. I will see you soon. Bye"

The 22 year- old was excited to finally go back to the place, she had called home since the death of her parents when she was 13 years old. After the funeral, she was sent from Mystic Falls down to New Orleans, to her uncle as he was the only living relative she had left.

The three years that she had spent in New Orleans were happy ones.

Esther's sister Dahlia, who lived in London came to visit her sister after Mikael's tragic accident. The woman, seeing a tremendous talent in Elena, who showed her drawings, suggested she get further schooling in England, that she was willing to finance.

It being a tremendous stepping stone for the girl, her uncle agreed to send her there. And when Elena finished the Grammar school, she stayed on for college, as well.

Although she had made friends, and had her share of boyfriends, she had always dreamt of New Orleans, and the Mikaelson Plantation house. When she talked about it, she had always painted it as this charming place, like something out of a fairy-tale book.

And then, one day, like out of the blue, she just decided, it was time to go and pay the place a visit. Two weeks holidays. Go down the memory lane, see her uncle and soak in the magic of New Orleans.

Now, she smiled excited that she would see her childhood place again. Finishing the conversation, she put her phone down, and went to departure gate.

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At the same time, Kol, who returned from practice, received a message from his girlfriend Davina that she will be late returning from her trip in Florida. And so, he went up to his room for a shower. The family's butler catching up with him on the stairs, relayed to the young Mikaelson a message from his mother to stay home till she got back as she wanted to speak to him.

Kol acknowledged it and went unto his room.

In the bathroom, stepping into the shower, he huffed a bit as he knew he would get a lecture about his playboyish life style. Nothing knew, though. He would listen for maybe two minutes, and get into a project, which he would abandon, saying that someone else needed a job more than him.

And so it was with the Mikaelson family.

Two sisters, Esther and Dahlia, who inherited from their father the vast business and fortune. Dahlia, who has always been the rogue one, left to travel when she was young, staying in Europe, married and divorced several times. As she never had children, when she had met Elena and heard of her story, she enclosed her in her heart, treating her always like an adoptive daughter.

Elena found the woman and her artwork fascinating. She was different from all the women she had known before. Elena's world changed immensely when she arrived in London. From a shy girl, she turned into a wordly young woman, sophisticated, but still very compassionate and dear.

Landing a few hours later at Louis Armstrong Airport,  Elena greeted her uncle warmly.

"Look at you"- John said-"all grown up and-"- he didn't have words to express the change in his niece.

"And so very tired, and so hungry"- Elena said joking a bit.

"I see there is not much changed there after all"- John took her cases and put them in the car.

"I know it's been only six years, but it feels like an eternity"- Elena said as they got into the car-"and I've been really bad with keeping in touch."

"It is fine. The extensive letters at Christmas were enough. I am so very glad you did great kid, and that Dahlia - Ms Peterson took good care of you."

"Yeah, she was good. Really good."- Elena said.

"Good. I was worried a bit. I mean, she is - different."- he didn't know what to call the excentric artist-" Not like Mrs Mikaelson."

"I can't believe they are actually sisters"- Elena said.

"Same goes for Elijah and Kol. It's like Kol is Dahlia's son"- John said.

"How is Kol?"- Elena now asked.

John now told her about the younger Mikaelson, whom Elena would timidly greet  when they used to meet in the kitchen back when she lived there, watch him from the distance get in and out with his friends. He was then a High School senior, and, same as now, had a very busy social life.

John had also told her a bit about Elijah. She had never met him, as he went to Mexico taking over the management of their Plantation there, after his father's death.

"So, he returned?"- Elena said.

"Yes. A month after you left."- John said-"I very rarely see him. He is constantly in the office or lives in the town house. He still travels down to Mexico. But, he is a very responsible and kind person"

"You mean - boring"- Elena said.

"I don't know. As I said, I rarely see him. Anyway, tomorrow is a big party. It's Mrs Mikaelson's 60th birthday celebration. I forgot to tell you. And you are invited."

"Oh, thanks."

"She wants to see you later"- John informed Elena.

As they arrived to the Plantation outside New Orleans, Elena stood a moment in front of the beautiful house feeling like she slipped back into the moment she had first arrived. This house was like a palace and she was a girl, very sad and lost, and she wondered about how her life would be living in it.

Another car pulled in and a man got out of it.

Elena turned around to see who it was.

The man greeted John, who got Elena's suitcases out.

"Good evening Mr Mikaelson"- John said.

Elena looked at Elijah, who was looking back at her. 

"This is my niece, Elena."- John introduced the woman.

Elijah, same as Elena now snapped out of the momentary enchantment - she putting her hand out as he did - shaking their hands, the man said-

"Elijah- nice to meet you."

"Elena"- she said just nodding.

Elijah nodded a little, too, and excusing himself went to the house.

Elena stood a second longer looking at him enter the house, before her uncle told her to follow him.

Elena went in as well.

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