#tenebriselecti

Hope smiled a little, noting just how much Penelope seemed to be annoyed about this. “I didn’t expect you to feel so strongly about this, but you’re probably right about Lizzie.” Tilting her head, Hope pondered it and gave a little shrug. “Honestly, I don’t think even you could argue that it might be better if I started trying to be a better TEAM PLAYER.” Then again maybe Penelope literally didn’t care. “Maybe Icould strive to be less annoying?” she teased.

Josie probably looked like she saw a ghost, which wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen to her this week, and actually wasn’t too far from the truth. Penelope Park was a ghost... from her past and the last person she ever thought she’d see in the common room of Salvatore Boarding School. “Shit.” The curse left her lips before she could stop it, barely a whisper but it happened. She cleared her throat, gripping the straps of her backpack as she descended the last few steps and came face to face with her ex-girlfriend. “What are you doing here?” she asked, voice quiet and soft and not exuding any of the confidence she was trying to hard to feign as she worked through literally all of her emotions at once.

amber brown hues lifted to look at the clock that hung on the wall behind the bar, telling her what she already knew - he wasn’t coming. the first thirty minutes she had chalked up to him being late. stuck in traffic perhaps. now it was bordering on an hour and the brunette had run out of reasons to give him for standing her up like this. elena laid money down on the counter before standing up quickly, finding herself lying on the ground as a waiter collided into her with his tray.

@tenebriselecti​ / random starter for kol because we love our married babies.

                           ‘ I HAVEN’T seen you in eighteen years. You CAN’T muster a hello? ‘

Her pants aren’t fitting right around the 15th-week mark, too snug around the waistline and using a rubber band trick was just not working for her anymore, It’s actual tears in her eyes as she sits on the bed in just her underwear and bra, nothing else was sitting and using magic for bras and underwear was one thing but her pants? She just won’t do that. The shower shuts off, she hears it and then sees her boyfriend emerge from their bathroom a few minutes later. Hope doesn’t want him to know that she is emotional about the pants that were thrown across the room so she lays down hoping that will make it so that no one sees her face for a little while. The second trimester makes her feel amazing for the most part as the morning sickness has gone down unless she wasn’t drinking enough blood and then she was getting sick all day long which has only happened twice and those times where she forgot to eat lunch and almost skipped dinner working on paperwork. Sniffles give her away though that she is crying. ❝I hate this! Those pants were brand new damn it!❞ It doesn’t help that Hope goes for things that are tight-fitting to show off her curves when she wasn’t pregnant. The tiny tribrid had clothes that needed to be changed out early because of the fact that she doesn’t have any pants that were loose and more next // @tenebriselecti​