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“ — that sounds highly illogical, ” the vulcan said, shaking his head at the other and folded his arms behind his back.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ❝ ---- cute ears , but annoying words. ❞ the supernatural teen glanced up from her phone for a moment before rolling green eyes at the master of logic himself.
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Kol: I think you are
Kol: that doesn't sound cool to me. That sounds like hell.
Kol: oh believe me, i'm all down for compelling, I just don't fancy drinking my place of work into bankruptcy.
Kol: I am chill. I'm the coolest uncle.
Hope: hell , fun? what's the difference?
Hope: you actually work? you've lost your touch.
Hope: count me in as disappointed in you
Hope: cool people don't call themselves cool
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Hope: i'm probably already at the bar
Hope: a little drunk rn
Hope: why pay?? compel everyone
Kol: Where, I can't see you?
Kol: My brother clearly raised you well!
Kol: We cant just compel everyone little niece, somethings need to be bought.
Hope: i might be at a way cooler bar than you
Hope: it's horror themed and fake vampire teeth are on the floor. i feel so loved
Hope: kol i didn't realize you were the compelling police
Hope: chill
"Stay with me tonight."
Send "Stay with me tonight." for my muse to spend a night with yours. accepting.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ❝ --- why?❞ the super natural tilted her head in the other’s direction. it wasn’t exactly a no , but it was simply what it was -- a why. hope’s body went onto the bed despite herself. ❝ c’mere. ❞
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Kol: please come to the bar!
Kol: I'm all alone and need a drinking buddy.
Kol: I'll pay?
Hope: i'm probably already at the bar
Hope: a little drunk rn
Hope: why pay?? compel everyone
“I’m not drunk. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Serena giggled, eyeing the margarita in her hand that was still completely full. Unlike the 7- or so drinks she had already consumed.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ❝ ---- says the girl seven drinks later, yeah? ❞ hope tilted her head in the direction of the blonde with a bourbon tucked in her own hand. ❝ let’s sit down and see if you can sober up. maybe your life will be less depressing looking if i actually look at you. ❞
✍ + MANDY TF
SEND ✍ FOR AN EXCERPT OF MY MUSE’S DIARY. SEND ✍ AND A NAME FOR AN EXCERPT OF MY MUSE’S DIARY SPECIFICALLY ABOUT THAT CHARACTER. . accepting.
DEAR DIARY ,
how has he survived all these months. alone and with no one to keep him in check. not like he needs anyone to keep him in check, but since he’s been back, john has had a wish. a death wish. life isn’t as grand as it once was. (hell, it never was.), but he doesn’t want to live any more. he was PERFECTLY alright with being dead. being wherever the fuck he was. (heave, hell, purgatory, the fucking empty), he was there. not here and more or less, at peace. (if it was hell or purgatory, peace had no room in his vocabulary), but he was dead. he may have been rotting down below. he may have suffered for his transgressions upon demon-kind, or whatever else he happened to hunt in his long ago years of doing this fucking job. so, yes, this washed up hunter, has a death wish. he might not go a head with it, because he is finally reunited with his boys, (even though, he hasn’t seen them or spoken to them yet,) but if dean and sam weren’t here. then he would most likely go a head with his wish. (maybe, in a way he is. drowning his sorrows in alcohol ever chance he gets, hunting things at an old age, picking fights in bars with things that go bump in the night), god, what a crazy bastard he is.
his hand twists and tightens upon the young things neck. he does wants to see her eyes pop out of her head. wants to see the blood drop from her eye sockets. (little morbid don’t you think, papa winchester? cause, damn.), ‘washed up old man’, yeah, he is, in a way, but on the upside. with the way he’s acting. erratic and temperamental. fuck, out of his mind, even. he is going to bring down as much vamps, werewolves, shifters, demons and so-on, on his way downward. (he’s gonna spiral out of control and bring anyone in his vicinity, down with him), witnessing this spectacle. her eyes going from their natural hue to that of a darker one with gold around the rims of her eyes. makes him purr. (yes, purr, with delight.), can you even imagine him purring? it’s strange. more so than how he’s acting, but not by much. and he’s guffawing. loud and boisterous. there is nothing funny about this situation, but it’s just the adrenaline of the situation and the way the patrons of the bar have moved out of the way, some yelling and shrinking behind tables or ducking into bathrooms in terror. and as she launches towards him, he doesn’t have to time to dodge the attack, but his trusty knife makes its way from its hiding place and he’s driving the blade into the woman’s chest and kicking her legs out from underneath her and he’s falling back, onto one of the now empty tables. scattering beer bottles and whiskey glasses along the floor. in turn, causing himself to bleed. “i’d sooner split my own wrists than take you out to dinner, little one.”, he is growling now and once more launching himself towards her. “well, i lied. i thought i knew what you were, but i don’t. no matter. you’ll soon meet your end.” he might think that now, but he knows little to nothing about the woman he had challenged to a fight. knew nothing about her kin or lineage.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ------ this was possibly the exact moment when blood thirst set in. her mind in a rapid fire of the things gong on around her. the screeching & now his laughter. F U C K . she had no room to hate it. in fact it caused a smile to nearly split anyone’s face down the middle. being the witch that she was there were so many curses that could be used. the mikaelson child loved each and every one of those spells. ❝ have you ever felt your blood BOIL inside of your veins? -- can you feel it now, old man?❞ the yellow ringlets in her eyes could have nearly been resembled to a honey yellow moon , yet there was not room for the peace of night for her in that moment. the anger was creating that smile , a smile that should not be planted in such a moment. -- perhaps one of the first hunters she had experience in her young life. they were so much fun.
for a swift moment her body choked as the knife｡thrust through her chest. an immediate reaction for anyone being STABBED. it could have hurt if she wasn’t the girl that she was. blue eyes gazing down for a moment before she tilted her head up. ❝ you think you can kill me? you think it’s honestly that easy? ❞ a perfectly manicured hand gripped the knife while she leaned against what was left of a chair. ❝ you are a fucking idiot. ❞ there was that light squelch as she tore it from her body. her nose scrunched up in discomfort as she pulled herself up before going to straddle him. ❝ you’d best get up to splitting those wrists , eh mate? ❞ the knife now slick with her own blood being held closely to his throat.
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“I do not blame you for thinking of us in such a way, seeing as there are more than a few. admittedly, I was not too fond of the idea but they’re the only family I have left. have you not? that is curious. you are a mikaelson? I don’t recall having met you before and I knew each member including henrik before everything happened.”
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ❝ i don’t even like the few doppelgangers i’ve seen of my own around here. something about another person wearing your face just seems wrong. i try not to ask about things i don’t care about--- henrik? you knew them before? -- uh, yeah , youngest of the bunch. klaus is my father. ❞
”it was more of a figurative saying although some of us are prone to mishaps. unfortunately sometimes I tend to have quite a few of them. I take it you are not too fond of either katherine or elena, perhaps both. I happen to be neither, my name is tatia.”
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ❝ --- damn. no, the doppelgangers aren’t exactly the shining lights of my life. they’re just a bit underwhelming in my opinion. tatia? huh, i haven’t heard of you just yet. hope mikaelson, a pleasure i’m sure. ❞
when you decide to listen to the rent soundtrack again & just hurt yourself all over again.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ❝ ---- are we talking figurative , or literal? i appreciate either , though that depends which doppelganger you are. ❞
@vikingpetrva , continued from x
Serena had just stepped out of her car after spending some time in Paris, not nearly enough time if you asked Serena but she was also happy to be back home. She had asked her driver to drop her off at the Palace hotel so that she could go and get a well deserved drink but as she looked around she realized it wasn’t where she wanted to be. The blonde quickly turned around, not noticing the person behind her that she walked straight into. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ hope’s eyebrow shot up when the other body hit her own. in her own time she had more or , less been on her way to meet the prince of the palace himself. --- and now there was a not-so subtle tea stain on her white dress. ❝ i would be better without a burn and tea on my clothes , but you know , i could be worse i guess. ❞ the voice full on sarcasm while attempting to keep her own cool.
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Kol stepped back surprised to see who he had grabbed a hold of. “uh..please don’t bite my fingers off. They probably wont grow back” he laughed.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ❝ your fingers are not my problem. you grabbing me is my problem -- and let’s be real, grabbing someone in the street? PETTY. ❞ a smile tugging at the corners of her lips though the words held a truth.
Kol rung the doorbell to Hope’s apartment hoping she would be the one to answer. He waited until he heard the door swing open. “Ah it is you! Thank god, I was worried someone else would answer!” he exclaimed and smiled. He held up a coffee “I bought coffee, apparently it’s a popular thing to do with humans when you’re meeting friend and family” he shrugged with a sly grin.
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｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ❝ really mastering the whole human thing, huh? ❞ hope cocked her eyebrow in her uncle’s direction while a laugh escaped from between her lips. ❝ i would rather you brought me booze , but i understand the need to be responsible --- oh, you’re invited in, dear uncle. ❞ her smirked growing while peeking around her apartment for a moment.
