darkness ☾

Evan was searching for someone of recognition. But, being the quiet kid, he didn’t really have all that many friends. So, it was proving difficult. The young male sat at the side of the room, awkwardly sticking out like a sore thumb. This was not his scene at all. He didn’t belong here. His family wasn’t wealthy, he’d never experienced anything like this before. The young wolf didn’t understand why the Mayor had bothered to invite people other than members of the founding families. He saw it as merely and opportunity to flaunt their wealth. “Oh.. No- I don’t want any. Thank you.” Evan shook his head at one of the waiters, before then standing up and making his way upstairs, hoping to get away from the crowds. Entering a room he thought to be empty, the young male then stumbled back, seeing someone else occupying it. “Oh- I’m sorry. I uh- I didn’t realise there was anyone.. I’m just gonna shut this..” He shuffled awkwardly back to the door. 

Stiles smiled at the masked girl, shrugging his shoulders. “There’s other trays.” He chuckled lightly. The young male eyed the brunette for a moment, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. Something about her was familiar, maybe it was her voice, her demeanor perhaps. He wasn’t sure. “Have we met before?” Stiles questioned, brows drawing together for a moment. He then shook his head, glancing back toward the tray he guarded. “I suppose I could spare ONE if you’d like to try it?” A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

“Georgia, right.” He wondered if she was one of Stefan’s classmates. “Damon Salvatore.” He introduced himself in return. 

“Yeah, I know.” Damon answered, rather skeptical of the manner in which she spoke to him. “And you are?” He questioned, looking her up and down as well.

“Excuse me?” Damon tilted his head. “There is nothing boring about me, sweetheart.” He answered, looking over to see a face he had never seen before. “And how exactly do you know what you’re talking about? I don’t know you.” 

The ball brought about much nostalgia for the elder Salvatore. He remembered attending many of the town’s event in his human years. The Founders Council sure was one for their traditions and this year was no exception. Carol Lockwood invited him in and he was easily able to mingle through the crowd. Attending the event alongside him was Elena Gilbert, or so he thought. He had no idea that Katherine Pierce was back and tormenting him right under his very nose. Grabbing a drink, he situated himself in a spot where he could scan the crowd and keep an eye on who decided to show up.

‘‘I guess you could say that yes.’‘ Rebekah smiled slightly taking a sip of her drink. ‘‘Born in a different time is one word for it I suppose.’‘ The blonde shrugged, raising her brow as she studied the female before her.“Sorry you seem familiar.’‘ 

     “Want a top tip?” She asked the other individual, a smirk on her lips. “Flirt with the bartender to get your own customized cocktail.” She spoke with amusement, sipping the cocktail she was rather fond of. She was proud of herself, though—- her night was proving boring, and she felt rather alone.

“Yo, have you tasted these?” Stiles wiggled the bite-sized appetizer toward the other. “I swear it’s the fanciest, and probably the most expensive, thing I’ve ever eaten and it’s INSANE.” The male popped the rest of it into his mouth, groaning audibly as his eyes rolled back. Stiles had somehow stumbled upon a full tray of appetizers, and had now taken them hostage, guarding them very defensively on a table at the side of the main ballroom.

After an interesting conversation between Enzo and Caroline about whether he could dance or not, with Enzo teasing her with the answer — he offered to go and get some refreshments for the both of them. The crowd was definitely busier that he was expecting, and not to mention Enzo was keeping his guard up still feeling unease at his invitation to this Founders Ball. “Hm, thought they would be better than this.” He stated, taking a quick sip of the champagne he had just taken.

It had been so long since Rebekah had been to a ball but if anything it was a bit of normal while she was still adjusting to the era changes. Even if the outfits were completely different to what they used to be. She still felt beautiful none the less. She stood on the sidelines with a glass of champagne really taking it all in. The beautiful building, the beautiful gowns, the dancing. She couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face. ‘’Perhaps everything isn’t as bad as I originally thought in the modern day.’’ she mused aloud.

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After her last time in this realm, Fleta preferred the simple life in the lilac wood she called home, but she had been called a few times to court when big political events were happening to assist the family. The fae and demons had to negotiate a few times what happened to souls who were owned by demons yet ate the fae food. It was a strange battle over who owns souls sometimes. Because of these debates Fleta could tell the difference between a demon and a human so when she entered Mystic Grill and spotted one at the bar, it was a slight bit of familiarity. She made her way over and sat down next to the person at the bar ordering a glass of wine. “I didn’t expect to see any of you lot around here, though I suppose I should have. Aren’t you all always at the center of any trouble?” She asked glancing over at the other woman. 

Ever since her arrival in Mystic Falls, Ambrose had been to all of the different parties hosted by either Caroline or anyone else. They were fun to an extend before it soon simply became a place where should would go to get herself tipsy, it’s been a while since she saw someone with charisma such as her’s. “Just admiring those dance moves of yours.” Ambrose mused, smile lingering her lips.

“Tell that to eighteen year old me. She would have disagreed because there was a blanket, a bottle of vodka, and a blanket under the stars,” She said as she shook her head. “In either order honestly,” She said with a chuckle. “ Maybe at the same time,”

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Words of the Mikaelsons travel fast — they are many who wish to avoid but with the never ending list of enemies they’ve made for themselves, it was only natural for their enemies to come knocking at their door. Perhaps not as literal or so Marcel thought, he had heard rumours of a women asking for Klaus Mikaelson in the middle of the streets. He didn’t know what kind of a fool would put a target like that on their own back, but as someone who had history with the Mikaelsons — he felt as if he needed to warn them. “Look, I don’t know who you are but you don’t just go around asking about a Mikaelson, especially not Klaus.” Marcel spoke up, having to tugged the women to the side of the streets with his eyes narrowed. “You could’ve easily got yourself killed.”