#p:jesse

Every time she closed her eyes, it was as if the images would rewind and play all over again. The image of Luca on the night of the bonfire was robbing her of her sleep. There was no way for her to get a moment of rest when the thought of your own brother killing you loomed in her head every single night. This night was no different from the rest of them, save for the fact that she was done. Done with being tired, done with the nightmares, done with the apocalypse. All she wanted to do was relax for once and s l e e p. It was as if the last time she had gotten a good, restful sleep was back in the clinic with Jesse. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she paused then looked over her shoulder at the wall that separated her room from his.

It only took her a few seconds to make her mind up.

Grabbing the pillow from her bed, she walked over to his room, her feet padding against the floor silently. When she opened the door, she poked her head in, an uncertain frown on her face. What if he didn’t want her there? She was probably bothering him or something. But she was just so damn exhausted of waking up with a pain in her -- a ghost pain. The pain of the possibility that she had nearly died at the hands of her own brother. Slipping into the room, she closed the door behind him, hugging the pillow to her chest.

“Can’t fuckin’ sleep,” she mumbled into the pillow, her voice coming out muffled because of it. “So scoot over...please?”

Who: Jesse and Gabriel

Where: Jesse's apartment

When: Twelve years ago

Rebekah had gone to her graduation as expected, looking around in the audience for those she knew. Some she saw, some she didn't, and to be quite fair, she wasn't sure who she even wanted to be there. This had been the first time in her existence that she had done something for herself, something she wanted. When it was over, she celebrated with those she cared about and went home to change into a short red dress, excited to go have fun with Jesse.

The doppelganger licked her thumb, dragging the appendage down the corner of her lip and to her chin, getting rid of any traces of blood. Katherine was lucky that it was just dark enough that the liquid on her chin couldn't be identified as the sticky and red substance that it actually was. She had just fed on the cutest blue eyed boy named Julian, her first true meal in quite a while. Ever since she came back to town, actually, and she wasn't disappointed. He was almost as sweet as his personality was. Sweet. The word brought her attention back to the man standing in front of her. Jesse. A smirk spread across her face as she inspected him from head to toe, before landing back on his face, which was quite a ways away from her own. Even in her stilettos, he still towered over her tiny form, which was saying something. They were currently walking towards the cotton candy machine, a comfortable silence having fell over them a few moments before.

Cabin one was looking significantly more festive than normal, though this was no surprise, as it was the day after Christmas. The twinkle lights strung on practically every inch of the wall were stunning, yet an acquired taste. On Amber's bed was a tidy arrangement of holiday themed pillows, along with fair isle bedding, further accentuating her enthusiasm for the Christmas season. Beside the bed stood a small Christmas tree decorated to within an inch of its life. Sitting then, upon her nightstand, was a collection of candles. These candles were not necessarily created to be burnt at the same time, but Amber couldn't decide which one she most wanted to smell, leading to her decision to burn them all at once- probably a fire hazard, but worth it in her opinion. 

Hearing a knock at the door, she looked up from the painting she was in the midst of wrapping. With a grin on her face she hopped to her feet and scampered to the door, only slowing down for a moment to slide across the floor with her fuzzy red and green socks. 

Taylin hadn't spent much time with Jesse lately and she missed him. He was there before Chord, before the relationship and was the first person she ever met when she came to Norville. It wasn't as if she spent all the time with Chord either, he had gone into hiding and she had taken to staying to herself. Neither were to blame. But, they were still best friends and she intended on keeping their relationship pretty much the same. If it hadn't been for Chord walking into her life with his stupid hippie hair and way that he buried himself into her heart? It was highly probable that Taylin would still be in like with her best friend.