#seesgood

       "i would not normally seek you out for such a matter," elijah admitted, but unfortunately, he believed that she could be of help in one way or another. "so whether or not you are rested," he finished, "is ultimately irrelevant."

"WHAT? Would you rather I talk about how you react to that thing I do with my tongue?" He's playing with fire and he knows it, but he wouldn't be who he was if he didn't push her buttons. If anything, she should be thankful that his instinctive response to, 'What do you do when you're on your partners' bad side?' was simply 'Potatoes.' He'd kept the whole 'sometimes when I'm bored I make TikToks' thing a secret for a while, but eventually, his wife had to find out. And, NATURALLY, when she found out, snippets of her had begun showing up in his videos. Never full on - not yet at least - but he knew Caroline liked that his fans knew he was taken in some way, and he wouldn't deny her anything. "I guess I could have told them that when I make you mad I conveniently forget I have a gym membership for a few days, and work out around the house."

❝ would it? ❞ dry mutter as a dark brow arches and ebony gaze liberally rakes up and down the other woman in muted curiosity. it is not as if she has experience with 'some guys' other than using them as a blood source and feeding the leftovers to beetles. inés tilts her head. maybe caroline has finished doing just that given the state she is in—a state of undress and disposing of crimson stained clothes. she would be lying if she said she didn't appreciate the outline of her form, blood-soaked t-shirt hugging her chest rather nicely. she's lithe and blonde and frazzled just like she likes them. fortunate the poor girl is already a creature of the night. or unfortunate. who is to say. she never found it very tragic. she forces her eyes to snap back up to the woman's face. ❝ you always make this much of a mess? ❞

The automatic smile on her face at the sight of her favourite blonde - her favourite person, if she's honest - freezes at Caroline's words. Suspicion takes the place of her joy. "Why." Bonnie's narrowing her eyes at the other woman. "Care, if you're planning to drag me out when there's a new musical on Netflix I've been planning to see all week, I might actually cry on you."

gaze glances down to the aforementioned mess then back up to the woman with a calmness ( one could mistake it for passiveness ) which might seem ill-fitting ❝ i can see that. ❞ if he knows one thing about caroline, it's that messes are not in her top ten list of enjoyments. he has never met anyone as agressively neat as she is. she likes things tidy. perfect. ordered exactly in the way that makes sense. so to see her in an environment such as this—to see her amidst chaos, almost feels as if it is perverse. as if he is witnesses something that goes against nature. ❝ lets start with gettin' you cleaned up first, ❞ he reaches out a hand and brushes a finger over her cheek, wiping a speck of blood away ❝ you let me worry about the rest. ❞

「 -gasp- I have been blessed by @seesgood on this day! 」