#paralyziingfears

So, Ella had taken a shot at one of those so-called Savior, and now Emma had to do some damage control. It wasn't even a real gun, it was a pellet one, and the guy had barely gotten his arm scratched, but since she knew by their reputation how the Saviors may be vindictive unless some diplomacy was used, she had figured it was worth an attempt. Especially because, at the very least, she had been told they weren't beasts with women nor children, and Ella was a very visibly pregnant girl, so maybe they could still fix it. Even if she didn't want Ella to come, or any of the girls, a bunch of them had for once overturned her decision and followed her in their jeep, while she rode her bike to the Saviors' outpost, together with the guy-victim and the other Saviors of his group. He had surely communicated through his radio to the Negan guy already, but Emma still did the whole little show of getting off her bike and raising her hands in surrender, while the girls came out of their jeep ready to face consequences, huge gun strapped to her back and her long blond curls bouncing as she started to pace. "I need to speak to your leader," she told the whole group, "We made a mistake, we were just passing through, no intention of getting in any trouble at all, and we accidentally hurt one of your people. We thought he had bad intentions, total misunderstanding, but I wanna make up for it. Don't want this to turn into a fight. We are just us ladies here anyway, it ain't like we can go to war." She could, but her current intention was to use her looks and gender and the friendliest of behaviors to avoid trouble for the others. "If we can talk to the Neganest Negan, please, maybe we can sort this out?" The guy Ella had shot, and that Emma had thoroughly charmed, pointed at one specific man who was peeking through the lines of Saviors, spiked club and all, and Emma broke into a smile, giving Negan an once over, "Well damn, you are hot!" she blurted out, "Know what, maybe I do wanna fight," she offered in the most flirtatious, approving tone humanly possible.

@paralyziingfears sent “You’re cold, come here.” / from spike to buffy 👀

The words 'I'm fine' are on the tip of her tongue but she knows that won't be enough for Spike. Especially with the way her body is visibly shaking from the cold. She should have brought a jacket for patrol, she should have known better, but she had thought she'd be fine.

She will be fine, she can deal with some cold weather, but if Spike is offering her warmth? Well, she'll take it. Buffy doesn't particularly like freezing out here.

How long had it been since he last stepped foot in this house? The floor boards creaked, whispers fluttered in the walls, the pipes groaned and the atmosphere felt heavy. It seemed every nook and cranny told a story, all the lives taken and the ghosts who remained as a warning. Don't stay and don't come back, or you'll become one of us.

Judging by the thick layer of dust on the furniture, he could only assume it hadn't been lived in for awhile. Hopefully it'd stay that way. "Violet?" his voice called out in the eerie quiet. He couldn't imagine spending eternity here, if it were not for the ghosts, the dead silence may have driven him mad.

"I know I've been busy," Between a good year of touring and managing hell in between, it was rather difficult to pay a visit. He wanted her and Vivien free but it would take some work. "But I thought I'd pay you an over due visit."

There was a bag in his hand, a brightly coloured one with equally bright tissue paper and it weighed somewhat in his hand with gifts.

"Happy birthday."

@paralyziingfears Asked:

❛  you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to.  ❜ / from brienne to jamie !

《✧》   ━━     His   emerald   eyes   widened   slightly,   the   firelight   dancing   across   his   features   as   he   studied   her   face   for   any   trace   of   mockery   or   pity.   Finding   none,   his   shoulders   relaxed,   though   his   gaze   remained   wary.   ❛   Lady   Brienne,   are   you   certain   ?   The   folk   hereabouts   don't   take   kindly   to   Lannisters.   Or   to   me   specifically.   ❜   His   voice   was   low,   a   rumble   that   barely   carried   over   the   crackle   of   the   hearth.

Outside,   the   wind   howled   its   agreement,   rattling   the   shutters   of   the   small   inn.   Snow   had   begun   to   fall   heavily   since   sunset,   already   blanketing   the   muddy   courtyard   in   white.   Jamie   glanced   toward   the   window,   then   back   to   Brienne's   earnest   face.   His   hand—his   only   hand—moved   unconsciously   to   where   Oathkeeper   hung   at   her   hip,   his   fingers   hovering   near   the   pommel   but   not   quite   touching   it.   He   stepped   closer,   close   enough   that   she   could   smell   the   leather   of   his   jerkin   and   the   faint   metallic   scent   that   clung   to   him   always.   ❛   Though   I   wonder   what   your   precious   Catelyn   Stark   would   say   about   sharing   quarters   with   the   Kingslayer.   ❜

The last of the embers burned out quickly, leaving ash and dust to hang in a thick cloud. It hadn't even taken much. Vampires were real fucking flammable. One spark of Aaron's fire and fwoosh!

He brushed some of the vamp dust off his jacket, where the fine particles had settled, before he cut his eyes across the parking lot. Someone else was there. Another vampire? He wasn't able to tell from this distance.

"Friend of yours?" he asked in his deep rumbling voice, pulling a cigarette from the pack in his pocket.

"i'm really sorry." the words are out of her mouth before she realizes she's said them at all. "i know, logically, it's not my fault. but i just---i hate that you've been forced to carry so much without being able to put it down because you never asked for any of it."

and wasn't that the kicker?

elena had asked for all of this as much as floribeth herself asked to be turned. though, then again, awful things have good outcomes, sometimes, and maybe this'll be one of them. like floribeth's transition into vampirism was. sorta. kinda.

(she got best friends out of it, after all. loren and mia. and she got to give her heart to jed, one of the best people she knew, too.)

maybe this - all of this - will be well worth it in the end.

maybe, just maybe.

"anyway, i know you're probably not gonna do it, because i don't think i would do it either - i'd smile and have it be believable enough - if someone offered an ear to listen to. but just in case you do have something to get off your chest: well, you know where to find me."

@paralyziingfears sent: You scare me to my core. / from damon !

           "damon", she purred, his blood dripping from her lips and chin as her brown eyes laid on him. "you know i would never seriously harm you, don't you?" she asked; her tone sweet and almost innocent.

@paralyziingfears sent: ❛  shame on me for thinking you were a good person.  ❜ / from elena gilbert !

           "you have a good heart, elena, you want to believe that there is good." he was almost sorry to have to disappoint her in this respect. nonetheless, he was not the only one to whom this assessment was true.