#blocdking

“Look how ever BIG AND BAD you wanna think you are,” And she honestly didn’t doubt that he was, at this point. Mystic Falls seemed to have a nasty habit of constantly increasing the threats that were against them. “You don’t wanna mess with an original, okay? They literally can’t be killed. And they’re all kind’ve emotionally stunted assholes.”

Eyes, open.

The sound of rushing cars like a salve to her soul, recognizing this, somewhere deep inside of her. It was a feral, animalistic memory for her, and apart of her wondered if this place was where home was meant to be. Eyes casting around, the people rushing about her, unawares of her presence, or simply not caring for it, with their bags, their nice shoes, their cell phones in hand. Hands bracing to the chair that she’d woken up in, her eyes a little bit heavy as if she had only just nodded off, and she wondered if anybody ever saw her appear here, or if she simply always was apart of the scenery. Hands falling to her lap to pull at the jersey that she wore,  her blonde hair spilling over her bare shoulders. She always came back here... even if it was only for short hops and skips within her own timeline, this was just... it was a nice break. 

She never had to do anything when she was here. Which was a little bit different than every other place that she popped up within, knowing that the first time that this had happened, she’d been filled with a panic in her attempts to find a person who she was meant to find, her purpose for this world. But instead, it became a recurring location in her otherwise shifting landscape, something to look forwards to, her reward, of sorts, for her service. Head turning, self consciously touching at her cheek, knowing that before she’d arrived here, she’d been in a castle, face down amongst the blood of a man who’d been killed, the sticky warmth of it making her sick, and then --

-- then she’d woken up here.

Looking around and finding they settled on a boy, sitting there in quietness as he adjusted the glasses on his face, relief shielding within her own features as she leaned forwards, a small smile on her lips that tugged at the edges, tempting them upwards. As if waving away the horrors that she had stepped away from, to find this present moment, her fingers wrapping around the edge of the chair she sat upon, an iced coffee melting in the sun in front of her. “Spencer--!” her voice sounding rusty within her own mouth, clearing her throat with a grin, Alice’s features brightening as if on command. “Spencer!” this was their fate, she felt... why else would she find him so constantly?

                      She never liked to think about it as being unfinished business.

                  his eyes pry open gently, the arms draped around him shifted slightly and let the sun catch his eyes. the bed was too comfortable to be his but he KNEW he’d end up in someone else’s. not fully dressed but, he wasn’t complaining so much. to be CLOSE with another like him was comfort enough. still not quite adjusted to the light, he hides, burying his face into the side of the other’s neck. the scent was familiar. 

                   harvey tries to piece together the night before, unintentionally drinking in a pub. ‘ unintentionally ’. ( of course he knew what he was doing ). SPENCER. oh goodness, his heart pounds in his chest. being the CLINGY drunk he was, his hands constantly tight around the others. he WAS the only person that he knew in that place. from what he remembered, he WAS his regular cheerful self before the whiskey RAN to his head. harvey remembers the CHASTE kiss that he actually ASKED for. even thinking about it, harvey pressed his lips together.