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the haunting of hill house   sentence meme.

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She was retired. After Doyle and everything in the basement, seeing with clear vision what had become of her grandmother, she wanted to leave the necromancy behind and to exchange it for investigative techniques and skill. Yet, something kept haunting her. She couldn’t put the case of Hades and the portal called Styx behind her. It left the objects on her shelves, and it made the temptation to use them greater and greater.

Amelia Frances…

The call still came in her grandmother’s soft, lovingly manipulative voice. She had questions, about Hades, about Mikael, about whatever came next. One moment, she was at her desk, and the next, the door was locked and the lights out. Striking the match against the side of the box, she lit one candle then another until she was surrounded, cross-legged on the floor.

Closing her eyes, she opened herself up as an energy source. The memories of the basement flared up again, the grasp and that sinking feeling of being pulled where she’d never come back…to the places where the Librarian had gone. “This is a mistake,” she said aloud as she shifted to blow out the candles when she heard it.

“The heir…the Mikaelson heir…”

“The Mikaelson what now?” She popped back up, listening intently. “Henrik’s the heir.”

“No.”

The spirits spoke together, in something of a flurry and fuss, talking over one another, so Fran pulled out some paper and began to write as it came through.

“The.

Mikaelson.

Heir.

Born.”

Then the chaos stopped as it was replaced with a melody of voices.

“of a Siren.”

“When?” Fran asked.

“It’s already started” said one.

The pen fell from her hand, and she barely muttered a goodbye to the spirits as she took out the flames with a single wave of her arm on her way up to her feet. Running all the way to the Mikaelson house, she let herself in where she found Claire and Rebekah.

“Anikaia’s pregnant!” She blurted out.

“i know we’re all going to have a lot of feelings about that.” 

“I tried to tell Kol,” Rebekah started.

“No, it is Kol’s…” Fran corrected.

“That’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible?” Henrik asked as he entered the room.

“The Mikaelson heir born of a siren,” Fran repeated the prediction. 

“The what?” The Siren herself appeared at the top of the stairs. 

“Oh.” Fran muttered, not expecting to be the one to pass along the joyous news to the mother-to-be herself.

“You’re pregnant, apparently.” Rebekah did it for her.

“Kol can’t have children.”

“Yes, I’m afraid he can,” Fran replied, “but I guess it doesn’t hurt to be sure.” 

* (  LEGACIES 2X04 /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

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Returning home after a particularly long night, Kol finds Anikaia still awake and clearly waiting for him. These last few months had been something of a ride with the insane cultist threatening to end an entire species with his siren. But that was where Aurora had messed up. She declared war on the Original family. There was only ever one way that could end, and yet it seemed their enemies never learned.

Smirking as he crosses the room to her, he banishes any lingering anxiety by informing her, “it’s over.” Aurora’s little Augustine operation had, quite literally, gone down in flames once they figured out a way inside. The blood of many scientists and cultists coated his hands as well as his shirt. Any progress they’d made with their experiments died with their whole operation. 

Aurora herself had been a difficult one to track though, and even more annoying to touch, but the second Mary Louise had brought down the magic barriers and defenses protecting her, Kol had been first to pounce. He could still feel her racing pulse as his hand curled around her neck and she fought for air. It would have been so quick and easy to pop her head off with his bare hands and present it to Anikaia with a bow on top, but Seph, knowing what he would do, had been on him before it could get that far. Apparently her and the Bennett witch had other plans for her before she was sentenced to die.

Kol had argued with Seph for some time after that before she appealed to his desire for Aurora to suffer. A quick death would have been far too merciful for the likes of her and she had agreed. She deserved to die a horrible death; like the one she’d had in mind for Anikaia. Until then, she was their prisoner.

“She’s not dead quite yet, but she’ll not be a problem anymore,” he continues before giving her a brief summary of everything that had happened. 

❛ You did it. I love you. ❜  

Opening his mouth to continue, Kol is rendered speechless as he is taken aback by the words she blurts out. It was like something of a shock wave to hear from, well, anyone. But especially her. Whether she was just feeling emotional in the moment or what, he wasn’t sure, but she had said them. Clear as day, he had heard it. Even she appeared surprised. 

He wasn’t sure how to take that and he was even less sure how to react to it. It was like he had stepped into completely foreign territory here and didn’t know the language. Feelings weren’t really his strong suit; he didn’t typically do or handle the whole emotional sappy thing well, or at all. As he regains his composure though, Kol plays it off to alleviate the awkwardness that had settled during both their silences. 

“Of course you do. What’s not to love?” He retorts cheekily as he gestures to himself and the smirk returns. Brushing her hair back behind her shoulder, he looks down at her with an amused head tilt. “And you’re about to love me even more, darling.” Leaning down, he brushes his lips against hers, murmuring in between kisses, “Bonnie’s going to reverse the clock on her, and then I’ve arranged for a one-on-one. How’s a bit of revenge sound to you? We could torment the beast just like we did those wretched Rolland traitors. Have a little fun with her before you pop her skull and send her six feet under where she belongs.”

If anyone ought to kill Aurora, it was Anikaia. The witch had come here with an agenda to end the siren line, among other things, so it was only fitting she look that final failure in the eyes as she swung the ax. It was rather poetic. Besides, Kol got an immense pleasure from watching Anikaia work. She could be just as twisted and creative as he could, and that was just one of many reasons he enjoyed her so much.

This siren really had it out for her kind. On one hand, Bonnie could understand it but on another, she was generalizing the whole bunch. She owed her nothing, especially considering the part she played in torturing her friends, but this wasn’t something she wanted on her conscience. She figured somewhere deep down underneath all that hatred and hostility was good.

“Okay well, Henrik and Claire aren’t the only ones that needs protecting,” she starts. “It’s been brought to my attention that they know where you are... the ones that hunt sirens. You need to be careful.”

Come bother my character about…

their poor life choices, their questionable life choices, that thing they always try not to talk about, the weather, stuff

☾ The Vampire Diaries (S2 Ep 2.12 -2.22) Sentence Starters

Deep in the works tonight, Kol just barely caught wind of Elijah as he entered the study. He had far too much on his plate right now to deal with whatever his brother had come in here to lecture him about. There was an entire coven dedicated to the eradication of supernaturals, a particularly vengeful vampire with an army backing him, a traitor among the Vagus, and not to the mention the ever looming threat of Mikael. All of which required his immediate attention seeing as they were a threat to him and to Ani especially.

“I’ve no time for your nonsense tonight, Elijah,” he dismisses with a wave before he can so much as get a word. “I’ve got angry vampires and witches foaming at the mouth to destroy me. Ani is being targeted and isn’t safe. The big brother, little brother lecture will have to wait.”

Continuing to flip through his book, the room grows silent, though his brother remains. After a few moments, he peaks up from his studies and notes the look upon Elijah’s face. Apparently he found something amusing. 

And then, he made a comment...

“There is no ‘love’ between Anikaia and I,” he growls in annoyance, perhaps a tad defensive. Why wasn’t he born an only child? “She is a powerful ally, a loyal partner in crime, and a great lay at best. Beyond that, there is nothing! And I’d appreciate it if you and Rebekah would stop projecting your ridiculous romantic ideals for me.”

“What do you call this whole deal with Quinn?” Elijah retorts, looking rather smug as he appears unconvinced by Kol’s argument. 

Anikol: a summary

Come bother my character about…

their poor life choices, their questionable life choices, that thing they always try not to talk about, the weather, stuff

“The relationship between my son and I. It’s an unconditional love and quite different than anything I’ve ever known throughout my very long life. With my siblings, it’s always been complicated. They’re my family and at times they’ve been my greatest enemies. But with Deniz, it’s never been anything like that. There are no grudges or sides when we’re upset with each other. My parenting has been a lot of trial and error, but at the end of the day, my son still looks up to me. It’s the purest affection I’ve ever known.

Now that Henrik’s imposter family had earned themselves 24/7 surveillance, Kol was less than pleased with his new ‘babysitting’ duties. It was a most dull responsibility yet Elijah had insisted they all take a shift. His older brother certainly knew how to kill a buzz. There were better, more important things he could be doing. 

“What a bloody waste of my precious time,” Kol complains as he returns to the room that he now shared with Anikaia. “It’s not as if they’re any sort of REAL threat to us. A pair of useless non-witches, if anything. I could kill them both in 2 seconds and have saved all of us this nonsense.” Plopping down next to her on the bed with a huff, he turns on his side to face her.