"We haven't danced since you plotted to kill me in 1492. Is this a make up or a redo?"

there's an incredulous sigh, a hand coming up to rub at her dark eyes.

"how are you sick ?" there's a pause as she shifts to press a cool hand against her forehead. "and how did i get stuck with you ?"

humans. fickle things. she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the attention.

★ LOSNEDAHL. such stark contrast, the sharpness of the blood against his immaculate as always attire. she knows there's danger ahead. much more danger inbound. he's right, of course, but there's some combating within.

she could be a good girl, yes. however, the instinctive desire to help can't be pushed aside. for the very briefest of moments, ylva is hesitant. only because it's elijah and he's in need.

the blonde doesn't quite have the time to give any sort of arguments; so her response is light. ‘ you know i want to help you, 'lijah. ’

she quickly closes it, setting it on the table in front of her and stands to greet him -- but her brow presses together when he seems to walk right past her. "excuse me --" she gently grabs his arm and stops him, moving in front of him, "but you don't just walk past me lucius without a greeting." she reaches up to pull the hood off of the top of his head and her expression immediately softens, hazel eyes flicking along his bruised and bloodied face. "who did this to you?" she asks firmly, her concern only growing at the way he hadn't met her eyes and completely brushed off her question.

her jaw sets again, and her charcoal stained hand slides under his cloak to grab his hand and pull him toward her dormitory -- blonde curls bouncing as she guides him toward her bed and sits him on the end of it. "you seem to forget how this works lucius," she pulls his hood down from over his head, "you don't hide things from me." not when everyone else -- like her sisters and parents -- decided she was too young and naïve to tell things to. she pulls her wand out and begins muttering soft incantations to heal him, her unstained fingers gently moving across his cheeks. "so you tell me, or i'll just start hexing everyone who looks at you the wrong way. or worse." hazel eyes flick up to his once more before she takes his hand within her own and her eyebrows press together. "what happened?"

“ for the record, i still fucking hate you. ” pamela pants as she glances over at the male, though the arms around his neck would fool just about everyone else — and the way he stood so close gave off another idea entirely. “ — are you done, or am i to keep waiting? ” she's impatient, as always, and eager to blow off some steam in a careless, reckless, impulsive manner with none other than her enemy : harley's mister j. [ ivy ]

It was a weird situation. But they were weird. It started off as harmless banter with threats to eliminate one another but now this strange song and dance took another peculiar turn. He doesn't know quite how it happened but he finds himself in Pamela's lair with her stupid arms wrapped around his neck, his gloved hands on her waist. Every fiber of his being is tallying at his thoughts to push her away but instead he draws her just a tiny bit closer.

"I know you do," The Clown Prince Of Crime utters quietly with a smirk, muddy brown eyes encircled with the black greasepaint never leaving her fiery green orbs. "And no. We aren't even Close. To. Being. Done. Pamalah."

❝ i would hate to see you go. ❞

ENEMIES TO LOVERS,  LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN || @dcmoniism​ || accepting

“  you really expect me to believe a word you’re saying.  now?  after everything you’ve done.  ” [ from elijah ]

        "i could say the same about you.", katherine's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to not lose her calm attitude on the outside although she's incredibly nervous and scared on the inside.

        "look at it from another side: i have way more to lose than you. i am well aware that you can kill me on the spot. or hand me over to klaus who will do worse than kill me on the spot. i haven't forgotten the ways you lied to me to lull me into false security so i won't find out that the only reason you pretended to care about me was to help your brother murder me. i also haven't forgotten how you hunted me, how you compelled me and threatened to hand me over to your dear brother." no, those are things she'll never forget. his betrayal hurt just as much as klaus who pretended of wanting to court her.

fingers grip tightly onto her daughters wrist, careful not to crush it under the the physical strength she has. katerina tries to appear as human as she possibly can -- but knowing this wound is going to heal quickly is going to reveal too much, too soon. "nadia, please. you don't understand." but she won't, unless she tells her. there's no time to explain. her other hand clutches onto the wound that she knows is already starting to heal up as her large dark eyes settle on her daughter. "trust me. we have to go."