#exthne

                                            ‘ the prodigal son has arrived.                                              but, i, uh—— i gotta be back at                                                       midnight, though. ’

blood is splattered across her neck. clothes are soaked. that was a nice dress, too. she lifted it off a body, but it was nice nonetheless. she wonders, well, she knows the other can smell the blood on her from even a few feet away. let’s see what she can do to her. let’s see if she can get her worked up.

eyes: bloodshot. skin: pale. bones: protruding. she looks shitty, and yet, there’s still a smile on her face. it’s cloud cover outside. no, worse. it’s getting dark. beginning to rain. maybe she should have stayed out, and yet, here she was. “ are you the waitress in here. “

    she had followed her here. the stench of death followed her, and now as one would assumed. it was different. always different for her. a clawed hand ran across the wooden surface of the bar. her eyes followed the bartender back and forth and back and forth before he finally settled on her. but by that time her date at arrived. “ this place isn’t yours, is it. “ her voice cracked and whistled, like waves crashing against the rocks.

❝ so? what’s the word? ❞ and that’s directed at stefan this time, from across the table. once he takes his arm away from rory, not even a word spoken, he leans over the table, an eyebrow raised. don’t miss the fact every few seconds he’s glancing over and behind and away and someone else, looking for eden. cece is somewhere with that new friend of her’s and for the first time in probably an eternity he’s not worried about her.

the show is so good, so hooked! and god, megan boone is so gorgeous ugh -- ... i've been slowly working her into recent threads and starters since i started iconing her, so worry not, friend! i'm half tempted to put her with kat isabelle as connor's main fcs, tbh.