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finntolerable asked:

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

    Her screams had finally stopped, shooting up into a sitting position. Katherine looked around the room, her eyes were wide and full of terror as she tried to remember where she was. “–Finn?” She questioned, not remembering why she was sleeping this close to an Original. The nightmare that she had just woken up from had made her a tad disoriented. It had been a while since she’s had that nightmare, maybe it was because she was surrounding herself with Originals that it was appearing once again. “… Sorry to have woken you, i’m fine. You can go back to — whatever it was that you were doing.” 

                       HIS LIFE OF solitude had brought with it more visitors than he reasonably knew what to do with. Though his memories of life before the dagger were vague — fuzzy and out of reach, like they’d been wrapped in gauze and hung just an inch too high than he could grab — he didn’t think he’d ever been this popular. Sometimes, people spoke to him like they didn’t think he was all the way inside of his head: like they could admit things out loud and he wouldn’t hear them. — It was fair... sometimes he wasn’t there. But he’d heard her scream. He’d stood outside the door for a long moment before she’d screamed again, and he’d cranked the doorknob, hearing — and feeling — the lock break as he did so. 

    ❝ what exactly is it you’re looking for, Finn? ❞

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                       THAT WAS A very good question; what was he looking for? Finn thought he had had a clear idea when he started, but as time had passed, his clear idea had become... less clear. And now he spent most of his days halfway between remembering that he was trying to remember something and completely forgetting that he had remembered anything at all in the first place. 

“    hello?    "        the  headmistress  calls  out,  holding  the  wicker  basket  of  treats–vampire  treats  of  bloodbags  and  some  chocolate,  because  the  two  do  go  together–to  her  chest  as  she  steps  around  lone  sticks  up  to  the  vehicle.  vampire  living  in  the  woods,  sources  say.  nomad,  sources  say.  could  be  a  hyrid  since  aren’t  vampires  kinda  prissy  about  their  aesthetic?  another  source  says,  but  that  earned  a  cold  glare  which  caused  that  particular  source  to  shut  up.  anyway.  hair  flat  ironed  and  makeup  used  to  seem  older  than  the  seventeen  year  old  she  was  frozen  at,  boots  because  she  isn’t  ruining  a  nice  pair  of  heels  in  the  woods  ever  again,  with  a  coat  to  keep  her  and  her  simple  black  jumper  warm  against  the  elements.

it’s  february  in  new  england.  go  figure.  

"    i  come  with  snacks?    "  

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                       THE WOODS WERE full of the kind of sound that didn’t cause him to seize up in perplexed stress. When he’d asked his brother for one final favor, Elijah had mentioned offhand that he was surprised that Finn would want silence after nearly a millennium with a dagger silencing everything around him, but Finn didn’t hear silence in the woods, and he hadn’t heard silence with the dagger. As the spell had corrupted and turned — though he had no idea that was what had happened at the time... barely understands it now — his mind had untethered from the body kept still and hostage, and he had DRIFTED. Through realms, worlds, pockets of universe lined up next to this one. He’d lost track of what was real and what was not ( still isn’t sure if this is happening in his body or in his mind, but he’s been stuck in this world longer than others... it’s time to live, he supposed ) but he’d never been faced with silence. 

The only noise had hadn’t been expecting was that of another person. That kind of solitude felt perfectly fine to him; he was still healing from the person he had trusted most in the world using him as a mindless spear. 

He opened the door of the camper van and looked at his new visitor with some apprehension. He could smell blood on her, but she didn’t seem to be in trouble, nor did she appear in affect to need help. In fact, she’d mentioned snacks. VAMPIRE, his senses told him, though he still wasn’t sure how he knew that. Skills everyone took for granted were still novel to him. His overbright, overcautious eyes met hers and he gave a tentative look. 

“    –so  you’ll  accept  blood  bags  from  caroline  bloody  forbes,  but  the  moment  your  baby  sister  shows  up  all  i  see  is  your  indifference?  truly,  finn?    ”

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                      “WHY IS IT whenever I talk to someone I’m related to, I feel as though I’m missing half of the story?” No... that was unfair. He felt like he was missing half of the story no matter who he was talking to. — Though the family did frequently bring that layer of centuries-old nuance to add to his ever-present confusion.