#event task 001

Rachel decided to bring her love of the theatrics to the ball. She selected a nearly sheer low cut glittery black dress. The floor length dress is held up by two delicate spaghetti straps. For further dramatic effect she wore a long black overcoat which was removed upon arrival.

Marley selected a floor length pale pink satin gown. The sweetheart neckline dress reveals a little skin on the back and arms, showing off her delicate yet fit features. Her hair was in loose waves and her make up was done by her gorgeous and wild date, @elliottgilbert-wmu.

One a side note, if you look at her ankle, you will notice her sporting a faux tattoo that complements her date’s.

Event Task - 

Hero, Save Me Now… It’s a cold, icy night.. And of course, broody little Stefan Salvatore finds himself walking out of the party early and heading out around New York. But much to his surprise, he finds a familiar face crossing the street. However, when he notices him tripping on ice and hurting himself, Stefan begins to panic.. Especially since there is a car headed straight to him. Now Stefan has no choice but to run out and save none other than Christian Mikaelson. Will this heroic act be enough redemption for Stefan? Or will it bring out old demons, and leave him stuck to face the pain inside, right in front of Christian

When - After the Founders Day Winter Gala

Who: Christian Mikaelson, Stefan Salvatore.

Triggers: Car Accident. Trauma. 

The weight on his shoulders heavy, Christian nodded his goodbyes to those who crowded around the entrance to the Madison Mansion, though he had no idea who they were, as a Mikaleson, his manners were impeccable. Nonetheless, it was safe to say that he’d had enough of the gala. People trying to impress, people trying to manipulate and lie through their teeth to get them ahead. None of this was for him, but he accepted it - because that was what Klaus wanted.  As long as his brother and sister were happy, he was content. That said, he cursed the fact that  keeping his brother happy consisted of braving this damned weather. Hardly minutes from leaving the building, he found himself pulling his coat tighter to shield him from the wind. 

Pressing forward, he took to the pavement, deciding against catching a taxi - time alone was one thing Christian cherished above all else. It was his safe haven, and the only thing he really allowed himself to indulge in anymore. It was something about this city, void of people, it was a small slice of heaven. The buildings, lights, parks, they were the reason he stayed here. Despite his complexities, Christian was a simple man, and a walk home on a cold winter night was exactly what he needed to release the tension he’d built in his shoulders. 

His hands finding their way deep inside the pockets of his coat, he let himself go, letting his thoughts loose - his feet leading the way blindly. A dull hum of traffic dying in his ears, the blonde wandered for what felt like mere minutes, though the inhabitants of the streets only told him otherwise, blind leading the blind, drunk leading the paralytic. Taking this as a perfect time to make his way towards his apartment, Christian brought his mind back to reality, noticing not soon enough that he’d in fact already walked right past his building.

Internally damning himself, as the wind whipped against his face, numbing it further. He turned, stepping blindly onto the road. He felt the crunch of snow beneath his feet, though he didn’t hear it - his mind still a million miles away. Three steps further, and Christian’s body felt lighter an instant before a flash of white crossed his face, and he blacked out momentarily.

Strawberry blonde hair whipped in the wind as she let her window roll down, the smile on her face brought his heart to a full stop. He’d never seen anything like her. Anything so capturing. She was beautiful, and she was his. It was all he needed. Turning his attention back to the road, he lent forward slightly to turn the volume up. The sound of his voice matching the music playing though the speakers. It wasn’t a known fact that Christian sang, and only a few knew of his talent. Evie encouraged it, and it made her happy. Which was all he ever wanted to do. Hand safely on the wheel, he reached out a free hand to brush the loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers tracing her jaw line carefully. Her eyes held so much adoration, or they did, at this very moment, they now held a shear look of horror. A flash of light splayed across her face and he whipped his head around. Eyes meeting the car veering towards them at a speed that even he couldn’t comprehend - and it wasn’t changing course. Without a second thought, Christian’s arm flew out, pressing against Evie’s chest with enough force to press her safely into the chair and he twisted the wheel, hoping to god that he wouldn’t over correct….