SHE'S A VISIONARY.

     there it is. the confession makes her angry,  a feeling that took root deep within her before anything else. how much had they been through together in comparison to all that had happened apart? barely anything. what disagreements and differences of opinions were nothing when it came to the past. her expression darkened, arms crossed over her chest.   ‘ isn’t it ironic  that you don’t want to fix this minor thing, but every time your brothers come calling, you have all the time in the world —  even when they go out of their way to hurt  you. ‘   things she had never done, not on purpose, never to her permanent detriment.   ‘  if you don’t care, just say so. ‘   //   @fiercerebekah

      letting rebekah call the shots seemed risky, but out of all that the blonde could have asked for, a kiss was relatively tame. so she smiles, a partial, barely there gesture just for her as her brow raised. there was no mistaking it, not when it came to someone who knew her so well — after a look in both directions, lexa rose up onto her toes.  ‘  do i?  ‘  but she knows she does, she’d played the game and lost, and cradles a cheek while kissing cold lips slowly. // @fiercerebekah

      just a kiss. is that what rebekah might have said, if the tables were turned? likely not. but they’d never know, because lexa had never tested the bounds of the blonde’s forgiveness. disappointment settled across her face, unclear if it would dissipate, given the troubling confession. ‘ was it?  ‘  /  @fiercerebekah

      “when are you going to be back? i’m not feeling well, don’t want you to catch it.”

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   unlike others, and despite her quips, lexa fully intended for rebekah to follow her own heart. there was no species she could become that would alter the connection they shared, as it was unusual enough that they had managed to enjoy one another’s company without issue. cold fingertips brushed against her ring — her cure — and it was easy to understand why rebekah yearned for the same option. no more blood, time to age, all wrapped up in a relatively normal life. perhaps it was hard for her to grasp that there were no strings attached.  ‘ i would, yes. ‘  she’d fret and worry for new reasons, less supernatural ones... or so she hoped. her fingers curled around the blonde’s hand as she slid in closer.  ‘ and you’re sure it’s safe? ‘

            ‘ are you sure you want to do this? ‘  she knew  the answer, it would have difficult to find anyone who knew rebekah who was unsure of her greatest desire. being human was a rare interest for most, not that those of such a great age had ever come knocking at her door to explain just why they wanted to exclude themselves from a supernatural life. not that she’d care if they did. there was only one set of reasons she had any interest in hearing, and they’d already been heard. if their situations had been reversed, there was little doubt that she’d have chosen differently, if the prospect of living without so many possibilities. the corner of her lips lifted, attempting to convey that her line of questioning was purely meant to amuse.  ‘ what if you turn clumsy— full bella swan ? what if you get a cold? ‘    @fiercerebekah​