#dthroned

dthroned asked: ' daddy , chill ... ' ( from dav )

WAIT... WHAT?!

Cue a rather dumbfounded Original in front of the little witch, mouth agape as the look of error coding crosses his features. He was really not sure on how to respond to her words; the term used, one he'd never expected to leave such beautiful lips, and yet there she was, using it on him.

He blinked once, then again, his mind slowly processing what was happening. Still, he really did not know how to respond to her. SHIT. She had him. She always had him, who was he trying to kid? " Davina --- " Her name was but a whisper from his lips, lump formed within his throat that he struggled to swallow.

Davina was his one true weakness ~ far above his siblings or his family as a whole. She had him around her little finger and he knew that she knew it. The Original slowly slinked himself forward, and with it, he allowed himself to settle before her, in a position he'd never allow another but her to see --- on his knees. This usually so dominant and chaotic man was now in a state of submission as he came before her. Davina was the only one. He was not willing to do half of the things that he did for her, for any other.

@dthroned RANDOM ASKS / ACCEPTING

dthroned asked: ▸ i chose this cyclone with you. ( kolvina )

IT HAD ALWAYS been her. From that first moment as he walked the world in Kaleb's body and saw her that day outside of the church, reviving those dying flowers, to now with her standing before him, telling him that she chose him. Kol had been irrevocably in love with the beautiful and powerful little witch. His days of murder sprees and being the family wildcard were all but a marker of his past.

Davina had been the first person to truly show him love and care, to want to show him what it was like to love and be loved, and Kol had begged his brother countless times not to dagger him because of it. Niklaus seemed to have understood, because he'd spared him the torture and allowed him to continue loving. Who knew that he was capable of such softness, when he'd been so cold and so harsh toward the world during his time as a vampire?

He would do anything for the woman that stood before him and declared herself to him. He would die for her if it meant that she would be safe, or if it meant that she didn't die. He would put his entire life on the line, he would move wherever she moved and go wherever she wanted to go. Davina was the blood in his veins and the steady beating of his undead heart. Without her in his world, he was but a mere shell of a being.

" Good... "

His voice was a mere whisper as he spoke, his hands lifting to cup her cheeks as he looked down upon her features and those dark but bright eyes of hers. They'd captivated him for a long time and they'd continue to do so for many years to come. A smile slowly crept on to his lips. It was one that was filled with an adoration unlike any other. A warmth that for a vampire, should not exist, but it did in him. " I choose you... I always will... In a thousand lifetimes; in a thousand ways, I always choose you, Davina Claire. "

@dthroned TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT / ACCEPTING.

jealousy  was  a  tricky  thing,  something  that  prickled  along  his  skin  and  made  him  into  a  complete  other  person  that  he  didn't  always  like.  bandit  usually  prided  himself  on  having  a  somewhat  level  head  on  his  shoulders.  he  kept  his  cool  and  didn't  really  pop  off  unless  he  had  to.  but  then  there  were  the  times  he  let  his  own  insecurities  and  those  intrusive  thoughts  worm  their  way  into  his  mind  and  he  couldn't  shake  them  out  no  matter  how  hard  he  tried. 

hearing  the  words  didn't  seem  to  help  the  matter.  in  fact,  it  grated  more  on  his  already  sour  mood.  deep  in  that  thick  skull  of  his  he  knew  that  he  had  no  reason  to  BE  jealous.  he  knew.  but  there  was  always  that  whisper  of  doubt,  that  tiny  voice  in  his  head  that  she'd  tire  of  him  eventually  and  move  on.

his  head  shook  a  bit  as  if  trying  to  shake  those  thoughts  out  of  his  mind.  ❛  hm?  ❜  he  finally  turned  to  look  at  her  when  she  joined  him  in  the  booth  at  the  back  of  the  bar.  ❛  why  would  i  be  jealous?  ❜  his  tone  was  almost  flat  as  teeth  tugged  at  the  back  of  the  metal  that  pierced  his  lower  lip.  ❛  you  know  you  can  do  what  you  want  to,  dav.  i'm  never  going  to  be  the  type  to  hold  you  back.  ❜  which  was  the  truth. 

swallowing  past  the  growing  lump  in  his  throat,  he  brought  the  bottle  to  his  lips  for  a  healthy  drink  before  putting  it  back  down  again.  they  both  had  careers  that  put  them  in  the  limelight,  and  they  both  had  people  that  would  sooner  see  them  come  crashing  back  to  reality.  bandit  tried  hard  not  to  listen  to  them,  but  it  was  hard  when  it  was  flaunted  in  his  face.  not  that  he  was  any  better.  before  he'd  gotten  with  her,  he  was  no  stranger  to  the  tabloid  scene,  but  he'd  stopped  that.  for  the  most  part,  anyway.

dthroned asked: davina or davina for 'lijah ( her feeling are about to be hurt .. watch 😒 )

" I would kiss Davina just once. It would be enough for both parties. I am not here for stepping on my little brother's toes, after all. Nor am I one for taking a love that is and always has been his. "

@dthroned SEND TWO NAMES AND MY MUSE WILL SAY WHICH THEY'D RATHER KISS / ACCEPTING

the courts find themselves AWASH in the news of a stranger - delivered and provided to them all, an unseelie, of all things. at first, marlene scoffs at what she can only assume to be rumour. after all, it was something near unheard of... and yet, when she's seen her there with her two eyes, it's something hard to find denial for, stilling her tongue as others erupted into gossip. what was he thinking? they whispered of the one who brings her forth, marlene's gaze cutting their way after a moment, her own thoughts a whirlwind before she's stepping forwards, and out from the smaller groups that dot the fringed outline of the room, her own steps quiet, something more a halfway graceful smile lopped along her lips.

she's pretty, isn't she? blonde hair, and frozen blue eyes, like a lake come the middle of winter. but it's not really that that makes her art among those in the room, is it? there's something in her stance, tall, proud. as if she'd perhaps lived through her own hell on her way to being here, and yet found herself UNDEFEATED despite it. the others are foolish for writing her off so quickly, without taking note of what must have brought her here in the first place ; how there'd be no way that she'd deliver herself amidst those that might deliver a knife within her back, unless there was plenty of good reason. and marlene had more than enough reason to think that this woman was anything but a fool.

"so you're the one everyone can't seem to shut up about. i'm marlene." there's nothing pointed, nor barbed within her comment, instead exhaling with a sharper stare cast out around them, as she gently took the other girl by the arm. "you must be terribly exhausted. come. let's get you SOMETHING TO DRINK before somebody burns a hole in your back with their terrible manners." there's a flicker of bemusement within her stare, the easy rolling over her shoulders, that betrayed a sense of familiarity with being the hostile party in the room when others disagreed with her. "you can tell me if you think it's a situation where something harder then fruit juice or a tea are called for."

dthroned asked: ' if I am required to drink blood for this child to be healthy , i am not doing it . i am not bella swan-ing this thing . '

" Drink blood? --- " WHILE HE HAD TO admit that the thought of seeing his fiancée drinking blood was rather hot, at the same time, it was hard for him to believe it. Their lives as vampires was not as it was depicted in the books or the movies, they were all greatly exaggerated and twisted to cater to the ideals of the mundane and give them something which they could fantasize over, away from their boring little lives.

" As hot as it would be to see you drink blood right now? You won't need to Bella Swan this thing, as you put it... Eating normally, albeit with a bit more protein, will be more than enough. " A soft chuckle escaped his lips and with it, he stood himself from his crouched position in front of her, lifting himself enough that he could press a kiss to her forehead. " Believe me, if anyone has got this whole situation? it's you, Davina Claire. "

@dthroned ASK SENTENCES / ALWAYS ACCEPTING