ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ.

was it any of alejandras business what was going on? no, not really and she might not even care at another time but right now she was b o r e d. the raven haired woman was quick in her stride, coming up beside the two men fighting after having r e c o g n i z e d the ones initial attack after learning the others name. the fairy lifted her hand, sending the opposing male flying back against the wall.

@ofisolaticn​   ❜ 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚔

  searching  for  a  proper  sparring  partner  seemed  nothing  less  than  a  futile  attempt  ,  but  it  did  not  deter  the  former  noblewoman  from  finding  leisure .  archery  was  the  only  activity  which  would  be  adequate  enough  to  suffice  for  a  few  miserable  weeks . inhaling  sharply ,  she  began  to  pull  the  bow  string  backwards  before  the  unmistakable  sound  of  footsteps  in  the  near  distance.  “  lucky  you ,  not having  the misfortune  of  becoming  an  accidental  target . ”  lowering  the  weapon  as  her  lips  curved  into  a  wicked  smile ,  “  tell  me ,  dear ,  do  you  make  a  habit  of  wandering  alone  in  these  woods  often ?  ”

      Tatia heard the commotion as she walked by. Started out of nowhere, the brunette was curious as to who or what it was she followed it. Eyes fell on the back of the man who was choking Henrik with the intention of killing him. Making no hesitation, the brunette spelled her hand and reached out. Ripping out his heart. His body going limp as it fell to the floor “ –Using that on his head would have gotten you DEAD.” She dropped his heart. 

               there was a part of him, small and screaming but set on MUTE, that voiced how he should care about the dead body upon the ground. vampire, human or whatnot, he should care. but if that voice was a percentage it’d be a whopping 3.2% out of a solid 100%. at this point in time, as a person, henrik was desensitized to violence. killing. it was bound to happen sooner or later. he just didn’t know which it was. too soon, or too late. probably a changed answer depending on who you asked. without a glance to the fallen corpse, his gaze strolled on the brunette--- his hero, tatia. or maybe, he reminded himself, one of her many doppelgangers. too many to count, or so he was told. “thank you.” he spoke, more flabbergasted by her face then itself of the rescue.

𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥: — [ @ofisolaticn​ ]

It had been a rather 𝙐𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙁𝙐𝙇 day for Adrian Marks. The highlights of his day one might ask? Well no supernatural activity to pull him away from his tasks, for one. And two? Actually getting to complete three projects for his courses a week before the deadline as opposed to it being mere minutes before it is meant to because he was working or having to deal with some supernatural calamity. Okay so really it was just one highlight but still he felt accomplished. And for that alone he deserves to have a little fun. He grabbed his phone from the charger at his desk and quickly scrolled through with the intent of finding someone that could possibly hang out somewhere with him. The witchlighter happened upon the 𝐌 in his contacts and there was a feeling in his bones that told him to check up on his former counselor. Sure they were technically 𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 apart in age, but his spirit took him and could tell he was a great soul despite his siblings rather extensive history of being anything but that. Long, slender digits went straight to work tapping away at the keyboard on the screen to message him in the hopes he would be free.

[ 𝐒𝐌𝐒 ⇀ 𝙃.𝙈𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙊𝙉 ] : hey bitch! just kidding, don’t kill me for calling you that henrikky. [ 𝐒𝐌𝐒 ⇀ 𝙃.𝙈𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙊𝙉 ] : it’s basically almost five, so you 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 be off the clock soon. how about we go to a bar and get some drinks in? it’ll be my treat.

Adrian stared at the two text messages he sent the man and for the life of him did not know why he would even send something as cringy as that to him. “He’s never going to respond to that with 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 other than being too busy with all that extraness I had to have. Might as well get myself ready to film a show instead—” A small sigh escaped from his lips.

henrik probably had too many student’s numbers in his phone that was socially acceptable. in all fairness, before any student contact, he did have the initials SSFTYAG, a long amount of initials and not an acronym ( how would one even say such a thing ? ), this was to ensure they would all be bunched as a group in his phone as well as the fact to remind himself that for these people--- for these KIDS, he had to be the adult. even if he was so far removed from a sensible mindscape, there was no choice but to shed the role of henrik mikaelson and keep himself stern in the role of someone to lean on. because sometimes, that was all he could do. and he’d do the best he fucking could at it. 

and then there were the cases of graduate students. of course, henrik wouldn’t delete their contacts. ( sorry but fuck that noise, they’d remain his kids until they were old and gray, sorry guys ). no, for his graduate students he had a whole different section of his contact list. GSFTYAG. catchy, ain’t it? so when GSFTYAG, ADRIAN MARKS was received henrik thought of the young man. admittedly, despite keeping their numbers, it wasn’t often he received texts from his previous students. still, he was pleased to do so all the same. 

[ 𝐒𝐌𝐒 ⇀ GSFTYAG, ADRIAN MARKS ] : dw im not killer even for unfortunate nicknames. if i need someone dead i’d ask my brother  [ 𝐒𝐌𝐒 ⇀ GSFTYAG, ADRIAN MARKS ] : that was a joke  [ 𝐒𝐌𝐒 ⇀ GSFTYAG, ADRIAN MARKS ] : but yeah, i’m good with drinks. name the place   

getting drinks with a former student sounded weird in concept, but henrik was open to it. excited, even. to see how he’s grown, catch up a bit. to see adrian as a peer, which was somewhat of an odd idea in his mind but something he’d need to adjust to. in all technicality almost any of his students was physically able to take him down. it wasn’t something that crossed him, nor was it a bother. but it did make things shaky sometimes. mostly over the fact that, in the world they lived, henrik knew himself unable to PROTECT them. and that.... that was a blow in all the walls in which he leaned. so yeah, not fun. 

ofisolaticn‌

man, henrik shouldn’t have been so amused as he was. he shouldn’t be smiling and he sure should not be tempted to write down levi’s last known address to his brother who would happily enact vengeance at his behest. but no. henrik made his choice, a hard choice but a choice he needed to stick with. well, need was a lofty word. it was less need, more choice. a choice to stick by his words. a choice that he hoped not to regret.

and he still has his limbs attached? “unfortunately.” his brother’s reaction did elicit amusement, hell, henrik was touched by it. it’d been a long time since someone gave so much of a damn about him. bloody limb ripping aside, it was something quite nice. he had known his brother was serious from the very start, but it was time to actually say the words. “thank you, for the offer.” except no, it hadn’t been much of an offer as much of a guarantee but still– “but i’ve had exes who have done far worse.” he had a long list of shitty exes, admittedly. but that one was a lie, levi was the worst. “and as thankful as i am for that offer,” for you. “you don’t need to do anything. i just… i need to move on. thats on me.” 

klaus ever so fluid expression shifts again, half disgusted, half concerned. henrik lacks perspective, really. comparing a shitty relationship to other shitty relationships? the first step to settle for less than he deserves, and he deserves plenty. not only because he is a mikaelson, though that does weight quite a bit, but also for he has always been a sweet kid. klaus makes the mental note to do a screening test with his next beau so he, who isn’t quite as easy to fool with a charming smile, can weed out the bad. he can already imagine the boy’s protests, but it will be for his own good, even if he doesn’t appreciate it as much as he should.

“fine,” he agrees begrudgingly, and with an unsurprising amount of childish unwillingness. “i’ll leave his limbs where they are.” unlike elijah, his words seldom mean much more than empty promises. he does mean those, however, leaving the guys limbs in place doesn’t mean he won’t hurt him at all. klaus doesn’t expect his brother to question them, not with how naive he can be sometimes. “but if you happen to leave your exes’ addresses on my desk … i won’t tell if you don’t.” he smiles at henrik and stands up from his seat. “now if you’ll excuse me, i have a dinner date,” by which he means he is meeting his dinner, turning around and leaving henrik alone to ponder over his numerous terrible choices in lovers.

it  was  hard  for  her  to  care  about  how  insane  she  looked,  especially  when  she  was  trying  to  put  pieces  together  —-  to  make  sense  of  where  she  is,  especially  when  it  seems  like  her  brain  isn’t  catching  up.  probably  due  to  the  fact  it  was,  like  her  —-  dead  a  few  minutes  ago.  she’s  trying  to  compartmentalise  all  that  she  knows  to  be  true  at  this  point,  but  she’s  coming  up  short.  was  this  even  real  ?  she’s  clouded,  body  accelerating  in  progression  faster  than  the  mind  that  controls  it,  and  it’s  because  of  this  that  she  doesn’t  fully  register  everything  he  says.  at  least  not  right  away.  the  words  SWIRL  in  a  disgusting  taunt  of  a pattern  in  her  head.  she  looks  at  him  with  sense  of  disarray  about  her,  and  it’s  only  when  she  hears  the  latter  sentence.  the  NAME.  it  takes  her  a  minute  to  register,  but  it’s  something  solid,  something  she  recognises  even  after  letting  it  process  for  the  briefest  of  moments.  “  tatia  ?  no  —-  no,  i’m  elena.  i’m  her  —-  her  doppelganger.  ”  she  offers,  there’s  a  hint  of  a  small  apologetic  smile  upon  lips.  maybe  because  she  feels  like  she’s  possibly  letting  him  down,  nothing  worse  than  hoping  for  someone  you  know.  the  curse  of  sharing  a  face.  “  did  you  say  it  was  2030  ?  ”

      “ I was–I needed to get to the phone booth. “ Maybe if she tries to dial by  memory she would remember the phone number to Castiel’s cell phone. Would he even have the same number? Her head was filling itself with doubts but she had to hope. “ I’m sorry. I know. I know i have to be more careful. thank–wait? how do you know I came back from the dead?” She frowned as she took a step back. 

             “a phone booth?” he repeated quizzically. “i could let you borrow my phone?” for some reason, he doubted she’d have any change on her for the phone booth itself. “coming back from the dead is a common thing in these parts.” whether it was unforunate or fortunate was depending on who you spoke to. henrik himself had wavered opinions (after all, wasn’t what made life precious was that someday you lost it?). “you’re not the first.” nor would she be the last, he was sure. 

Jo looked over, coffee cup in hand, at the voice that was beginning to become familiar. She offered a smile around the rim of the cup, draining the contents as quickly as she could. She hated coffee, but if it was between falling asleep on the bar or drinking coffee, she would suffer through the latter. “Uh, fifteen minutes? Half hour? Something like that. But, gotta say, I’m tempted to slide on outta here a few minutes early…provided my boss didn’t just hear that and isn’t slinking around somewhere.”

“no no, finish your shift.” henrik encouraged. “i wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.” he’d worked his fair of odd jobs in the past, all different kinds of bosses to work with. some better then others, some worst. some who didn’t care at all. knowing the type of boss she was referring to, it was best not to risk it. “i don’t mind waiting.” he assured her. “got my phone and everything. i should be good to wait.”

              oh  how  he  misses  the  days  where  he  could  skip  a  bunch  of  steps,  compel  henrik  into  thinking  he’d  done  things  so  he  could  avoid  doing  them.   there’s  an  argument  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue,  reminders  of  the  younger  mikaelson’s  ineptitudes  in  a  fight,  but  the  more  he  argues  the  more  time  he  has  to  spend  around  him.  it’s  a  toss-up  on  which  of  them  resents  this  situation  more.   henrik,  for  being  played  like  the  fool,  or  levi,  staring  his  failure  in  the  face.   it’s  lose  /  lose.    but  if  they  find  the  vampire,  eliminate  the  threat,  he’ll  be  one  step  closer  to  his  freedom.   “  fine. ”   it’s  grit  out  through  clenched  teeth.   “  keep  up. ”   then,  without  further  conversation,  he  turns  on  his  heel  and  heads  in  the  direction  the  girl  stumbled  away  from.   blood  speckles  the  ground  like  breadcrumbs,  leading  them  on  a  weaving  path  down  two  corridors  and  down  a  set  of  stairs.   at  the  end,  as  predicted,  the  vampire’s  outside  the  blood  bank  with  pouches  of  blood  cradled  in  their  arms.   hoarding  for  the  winter,  the  horseman  thinks  with  a  chuckle.  at  least  they’re  proactive.   levi,  however,  doesn’t  see  the  amusement.   instead  he  hones  in  on  famine’s  hunger,  on  how  sated  the  horseman  would  feel  after  tearing  through  pouch  after  pouch,  and  he  lets  the  need  override  the  exhaustion  that  seeps  into  his  bones  as  he  approaches.    fangs  distend,  veins  discoloring  as  strong  arms  grab  the  vampire.   they  go  crashing  through  the  plate  glass  door  to  the  blood  bank,  landing  on  the  blood  bags  as  they  splatter  everywhere.   the  vampire  gets  the  upper  hand,  lands  a  blow  against  levi’s  face,  but  it’s  not  enough.    the  hybrid  reaches  for  a  shard  of  glass,  impaling  the  vampire  in  the  neck  as  a  knee  comes  up  to  slam  into  his  chest.   the  vampire  gets  flung  backwards,  slams  into  a  cabinet  that  cracks  on  impact.   in  the  distraction,  levi  reaches  for  a  table  leg  and  pulls  hard.   it  snaps  free,  cracking  to  make  a  makeshift  stake  before  lunging.    he  misses,  the  stake  rolling  out  of  his  hands  and  over  towards  where  he  left  henrik  behind  as  the  vampire  lands  another  hit  and  they  grapple  on  the  floor.   

HENVI - WHEN THERE WAS ME AND YOU

Now I know you're not a fairy tale And dreams were meant for sleeping And wishes on a star Just don't come true 'Cause now even I can tell That I confused my feelings with the truth Because I liked the view When there was me and you

BONUS: LEVI’S SOLO SONG - READY AS I’LL EVER BE

entirety of her mind was blurred,  a complete bottomless pit as she steps through the trees.  it’s like she’s functioning,  but isn’t aware of it.  it could be blamed on the fact that she’s covered in soil from pulling herself out of the ground.  (  out of a grave that WASN’T in mystic falls.  or any place she recognised.  )  if she was more alert,  maybe she’d have realised how truly crazy she looked  —-  like she’d been pulled through a hedge backwards,  but she’s too busy glancing at her surroundings,  soft baby browns bewildered from the hustle and bustle,  and the business.  it’s worlds away from what she was used to,  to the town she grew up in.  IT’S MYSTIC FALLS NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS HERE.  tell that to the fact that she died on the same bridge twice,  and went over it three times.  had her body been buried here ?  none of it made a lick of sense.   she’s not sure she’s alive,  it’s still up for debate but the thudding of the heart against her cage of ribs lets her know that at least something is functioning even if she isn’t.  her lungs are aching,  she wonders if it’s from the lack of air they received previously,  or from the overexertion of now having to breathe again.  throat parched,  she’s so thirsty that she’s desperate for a drink and so when she walks up to someone,  or rather stumbles,  her voice almost fails her.  “  s —… . sorry,  can you TELL ME where i am  ?  or … or what year it is  ?  ”

@apxstarters​

         Kelly couldn’t stop staring at her surroundings. Was she really alive? Or was this another part of heaven? NO. She would know. She became aware of her heaven when she last saw Jack. When he came to her. Along with Castiel. How much time had passed since then? How was Jack? “ Jack. “ She muttered out loud as she searched for the nearest phone booth. Did she even remember the number Castiel had? She had to try. Seeing the phone booth, Kelly quickly crossed but soon felt someone grab her and pull her back. A car driving recklessly about to hit her if it wasn’t for them. 

          it wasn’t everyday you saw someone in such a rush to cross the street they didn’t look both ways. henrik moved as fast as he was able, just barley holding her back before the car slid on by--- honking it’s horn while the driver shouted obscenities. “i’m sure wherever you were going-- it was IMPORTANT.” obvious by the look on her face. “but you have to be careful. just because people could come back from the dead now doesn’t mean you should be trying to tip the scales.” 

               his  first  impulse  is  to  tear  out  his  throat  and  wear  his  larynx  like  a  necklace.  there’s  a  noise  like  shattering  glass  ricocheting  in  his  head,  every  part  of  him  intolerable  to  someone  like  henrik  using  his  real  name.   it’s  not  his  to  use.   he  wants  to  scream,  wants  to  shove  him  up  against  the  wall  and  threaten  to  tear  him  to  shreds  if  he  ever  dares  utter  it  again,  but  famine  stops  him.   the  horseman  takes  the  reigns,  shoots  henrik  a  withering  stare,  before  wordlessly  stepping  towards  the  woman.   eyes  are  glassy,  vacant,  and  the  horseman  wants  nothing  more  than  to  sink  their  fangs  into  her  neck.   the  human,  pest  as  he  might  be,  is  right:  they  don’t  need  a  body  on  their  hands,  a  series  of  questions  asked  that  would  be  an  inconvenience.    teeth  bite  into  their  wrist,  blood  smeared  across  the  woman’s  face  as  she’s  forced  to  drink.  “  sometime  today,  please. ”   the  horseman  utters  with  a  frown,  slapping  her  face  to  wake  her  up  as  her  jaw  works  to  swallow.    after  a  moment  or  two,  her  eyes  burst  open  and  doe  eyes  settle  on  his  face.   lips  shift,  mouth  opening  to  scream  —  but  he  shuts  down  them.   “  stay  quiet. ”   her  lips  press  back  together,   eyes  wide  and  scared  as  silent  tears  stream  down  her  face.   “  you  fell  and  bit  your  lip.  there  was  a  lot  of  blood,  so  you  got  queasy  and  passed  out.  you’re  fine,  just  embarrassed. ”   this  comes  from  levi,  the  reigns  back  in  his  hands  now  that  the  danger  has  passed.  “  you  don’t  remember  anything  else  because  that’s  what  happened. ”   once  the  woman’s  nodded,  eyes  still  a  little  out  of  focus,  he  hands  her  over  to  henrik.   he  can  do  whatever  he  wants  with  her  —  it’s  of  no  consequence  to  him.   “  she’s  all  yours. ”    as  much  as  he’d  like  to  throw  in  the  towel,  say  he’s  done  enough  and  go  back  to  masquerading,  he  knows  a  rogue  vampire  will  only  cause  more  headaches  down  the  line  while  they’re  all  trapped  here.   for  better  or  worse,  it’s  on  him  to  solve  the  problem.    henrik  sure  as  hell  won’t  be  capable  of  taking  them  down.   not  without  his  witch.    “  i’ll  go  find  the  vampire. ”

@ofisolaticn​ Her shift had been a bit longer than usual, considering she came in early to help restock shelves. Having the bar be a shelter for the snowpocalypse actually was pretty good for business, or Jo could surmise from the amount of liquor they’d burned through. But man, now she was tired and the rare sight of a coffee pot had found its way onto the bar. Her shift was nearly done, and she was desperate to stop yawning and getting strange looks from customers. Jo idly reached up to tie back her hair, the messy bun accidentally freeing a few curls as she yawned and reached for the coffee as soon as it was ready to pour it. She caught someone approaching the bar out of the corner of her eye, and she quickly began to stir in the milk and sugar. “Be right with ya, darlin’,” she said as she quickly took a sip. “What can I get started for you?”

“Maybe some company?” Henrik couldn’t claim to be Jo’s best friend, he didn’t even have her contact info in his phone. But after nearly dying alongside someone, there was a certain bond in the making. Plus, he had opened up to her about his own exes situation, as she did him. So yeah he felt like he knew the blonde well enough to call her friend. “When are you off duty?” He followed up his initial question. 

“Henrik,  that was it. Thank you for sparing me the panic of trying to remember that on my own.”  She was going to go with Eric, and was glad he’d spared her that embarrassment. “I’m Jo. Not sure I ever shared that. I was a little busy drowning my miseries that night. Sorry that had to be your first impression.” Sighing, Jo pulled her layers tighter around herself. “I grew up with snow.  I love snow. This is different.” But she was too damn cold to think about that much now. “This is fucked.” She wasn’t unconvinced that her ear drums hadn’t burst from the sheer pressure of the winds, and that was the least of her problems considering her limbs felt like they were about to fall off. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. No need for you to get frost bite because I didn’t come prepared. I’ll be good as soon as I get a blanket. Or five.”

He let out a small laugh at such words from her. “No problem.” He was pretty sure she had given her name the other night, but his memory was dwindling on it so he was glad for the reintroduction. “Hey I was drowning my sorrows too, it was a mutual drowning.” He assured. A nod of his head. “Same. When I was a kid, snow used to be one of my favorite things.” Not as a Viking, but as a foster kid--- snow had been a small and nice thing to have. A nod of his head, trusting in the blonde’s words. “If you’re sure.” He wasn’t the type to push about it. “Hopefully we finds blankets soon.” He expressed, arms wrapping around himself.