#mercifulmvn

he hates new orleans. not the city, but the supernatural situation that is at a much greater scale than what used to happen in mystic falls. the sheriff of the little town is there on business only. a favor given to caroline, who wanted to see how Hope was doing after what happened to hayley. the city is big and bright and he feels out of place, only vaguely remembering Rebekah talking about the city a long time ago. a small part hopes she is around, maybe they could have a conversation but another part doesn’t want to dwell even more in SUPERNATURAL DRAMA. he walks into the compound, baby blues looking around as he hopes to see someone but it seems empty.

ODD. “Klaus? Elijah?” he calls the first names he thinks of. Maybe now they wouldn’t try to use him as leverage in their games. “Uh.” and he wishes to leave. but he feels a presence. and he has been around vampires enough to drow his hand from his holt and pointed around, a man standing before him as barrel points at the stranger. He does look familiar. maybe he had visited mystic falls before. “---You’re not Klaus.”

                           ❛  let’s go again.   ❜        chest fall up and down heavily , while her limbs shake.     might be a vampire now , but they have been at this for too long.  determination crosses brown eyes.  he’s the one giving orders , but this isn’t an excuse for her to back down.  a leader is as strong as his people.  and she craves to feel stronger than this.

“OH THIS OLD THING ?? ---------” wallace inhales through his teeth, clearly trying to pass off the loaded crossbow as nonchalantly as possible. he doesn’t usually leave his more dangerous hunting implements out in the open in his shop, but a late night on monster duty didn’t leave him much time to organize before he had to open up. “---------i’m actually a collector. i’ve got a whole bunch of them: different sizes, models,” and to be fair, it wasn’t  total lie. he had a enough of these things to supply a small militia of monster hunters, “i just have it out to clean it.”

* THE CRIMSON FLUID HAS MANAGED TO GET EVERYWHERE, but  mainly  on  the  wolf  to  be’s  face  and  hands.   limbs  are  trembling,   not  even  worried  about  that  blood  but  moreso  the  blood  on  the  hardwood  floors  that  she’s  been  scrubbing  at  ever  since  she  hung  up  the  phone  from  marcel.  

in  case  of  an  emergency,   if  i’m  no  longer  around,  call  this  number.    he’ll  be  there  before  you  know  it. 

beatrice’s  voice  rings  heavy  in  willow’s  ears,   guilt  soon  setting  in.   what  would  she  think  of  her  if  she  was  around  to  see  what  had  happened?   sure,  it  was  self  defense.   sure,   she  didn’t  mean  to  kill  the  guy.   but  she  did,   and  she  can’t  stop  replaying  it  in  her  head.

the  smack  of  the  screen  door  causes  her  to  jump,   heart  nearly  soaring  out  of  her  own  chest  before  she  looks  up  to  see  the  man  her  adopted  mother  seemed  to  talk  about  almost  as  much  as  she  talked  about  nature.   ‘ i’m  s-sorry. ’    she  manages  to  croak  out  before  focusing  on  scrubbing  again,   determined  that  somehow  she  was  gonna  get  all this  blood  up  soon.    ‘ i’m  so  sorry. ’     it’s  repeated,   her  sounding  like  a  broken  record  as  this  is  all  she  mainly  said  on  the  phone  call  to  him  too.   ‘ i-i  didn’t  know  who  else  to  call. ’

DONT GET ME STARTED

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Marcel

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: x

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: x

honestly if you don’t wanna be followed by someone, just block away without softblock stuff tbh

ISN’T IT TOTALLY WORTH IT THO