#hexedoconnell

     "What do you want?"

It had been three weeks since he left her without any explanation. How could someone who said that they loved you, just leave you? That's something Avia had been asking herself for the last three weeks. She sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair. Some of her cousins convinced her to go out and get her mind off of him. 

She had agreed, because by know if he wanted her back he would have been back to get her. She was going to try and get her mind off of him and just dance her cares away at the club later on in the evening, but she knew deep down that she wouldn't be able to find anyone that even amounted to what he was to her. 

         "You have 30 seconds to tell me what you want or you'll die," he said without looking at the person. Alex was not In a mood.

Put one of the following in my inbox for my muse’s reaction.

              ‘No, no no!’ 

    ‘No!’

              ‘Not bloody ‘gain —.’

He’s frantic — while he watches the bleeding bloke inavertibly find himself in yet another situation that’ll (surely) break his sister’s heart.

His sister — one he’s considered to care for now, perhaps not initially ‘romantically,’ —— but regardless of her tone and dislike for the hybrid, Niklaus finds her appealing. Feels a sense of friendship with her, comfort — comfort he tries to return but evidently, it hadn’t been of avail.

              He leans over the idiotic other of Camille, and bites on his own wrist, edging the blood laced vein down.

❝ Drink. ❞