Despite the luxury of waking in her own bedroom instead of in the  distinctive dirt that was the grounds of New Orleans with a hole in her chest, Danica felt, heavy, a sensation that kept her tossing and turning throughout the night. She could lie and say that she had no idea what her deal was but, the truth of the matter was that anxiety had finally managed to permeate her psyche. She had made her home in the French Quarter for a couple of weeks and in that time, nearly seven individuals fell victim to her charms, and her inexhaustible appetite. The first four had been for sustenance yet the last three had been to heinously gain the attention of the so called king of quarter. Danica had never been a fan of monarchy, so it was incredibly on brand for her to... act out and she was finally aware that her decisions had consequences. 

     Ignoring the lack of rest in her bones, Danica pushed herself out of bed and made her way to the open terrace, creme colored silk elegantly trailed behind her for she opted out fully wrapping the attached garment around her frame. Her lithe body, adorned in a black matching set, on full display while she drew in a deep breath, history, nature and nearby pulses flooding her senses as nimble fingers ran through raven tresses. The brief moment of equanimity came to a halt once she felt the change in atmosphere. The feeling was familiar enough for the wendigo to remain at ease (for the moment) as her lips conformed in a complacent manner. 

“I never got to thank you for your role in returning my brother.”  Aurora said, stumbling slightly through the haze of the drug that Tristan had injected her with that was meant to soothe her.  In reality, all the drug did was leave her clouded of mind, but she’d consented to it.  Not that any of it stopped her from seeking out Marcel to find out what he knew.  Perhaps Aurora wasn’t at her best, but that didn’t mean that she was without resources.   “I knew that as long as I kept Niklaus busy, the Strix would ride in to return him,  but I must say, your role in it surprised me.”  Aurora said, coming to a stop to sit, appearing somewhat dazed as she settled on the bench near the piano.  “Would you like to know a secret?”

Oh how she adored this bar ... she loved the levels of energy that flowed through it, loved the atmosphere in general that seemed to match each beat of the music that pulsed through the building. Though ... if there was anything that had gained her attention more, it was one particular man that made his way through the crowds with a smile and an air of authority she couldn’t deny. Though she never was the type for something quite so straight forward when it came to initial flirtations ... she liked things to be a little bit more ... 

Dramatic. 

Walking towards the DJ, it didn’t take too long before the music began to be faded out, the beginnings of a much older song with a seductive beat filling the bar... and a beautiful woman rising to the stage to match. Wearing a pair of high waisted shorts that clung to her hips and a colorful top loosely tucked in, she scanned the crowd as she took hold of the mic, looking for the man she was putting this show on for. 

@beteoriginale​ asked: ❛ What were you even doing here? ❜ / Legacies Sentence prompt

kaleb  was  in  awe  of  the  man  standing  in  front  of  him.  he’d  heard  stories  of  marcel  gerard  throughout  his  time  at  the  salvatore  school,  and  when  an  opportunity  to  go  to  new  orleans  and  meet  one  of  the  most  iconic  vampires  arose?  kaleb  jumped.  ❝  looking  for  you.  ❞  kaleb  admitted,  looking  up  to  meet  the  older  vampire’s  eyes,  ❝  i  wanted  to  meet  one  of  the  strongest  vampires  in  history.  ❞