#thefiercetm

                    “I’m  fine,  Малы́шка.  It’s  just  a  little  blood  –  a  few  scrapes.  Nothing  I’m  not  used  to.”

           “Does she need to know?” The words slipped out before she could stop herself, and Josie bit down on her lip abruptly to try and recalibrate and clarify her words. Keeping things from Lizzie, particularly when it came to Hope Mikaelson, had caused issues in the past and Josie didn’t want to slide back into old habits. However, with Lizzie away at the witch retreat, she didn’t have her usual sounding board, and part of her journey over the last year had been to feel okay enough to speak up when she needed something. “I’ll tell her when she gets back,” she reassured the tribrid. “I don’t want to distract her while she’s away.” Anyways, it wasn’t so important she needed to interrupt Lizzie’s treatment. 

                    “If  you  don’t  behave  –  I  will  make  you.”  Strong  but  slender  hand  squeezed  his  shoulder.  “If  you  continue  to  make  a  scene,  the  only  person  you  will  be  fighting  is  me.  So  why  don’t  you  be  a  good  boy  –  and  sit  down…and  I’ll  pour  you  another  drink.  Understood?”

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat - Caroline / @thefiercetm​

charlotte can’t help but feel a little nervous since he was the first person she had really ever dated. at least he seemed to know what she had been trying to do, so she just nodded. the tribrid then gently placed her hands at the back of his neck, lacing her fingers together, before pressing her lips against his. this was what she had missing all her life and now craved from the likes of him only. it certainly helped that he had good breath too, but that wasn’t the real focus of the situation here. 

             His chest was heaving and Rafael felt like his heart was going to beat out of his ribcage. For a split second, he wanted to reach out and hit his brother, to wipe that calm look off of his face, and it unnerved him enough to wrench out of the downward spiral he found himself in. Turning away, Rafael lets the gold in his eyes shine through, nails turning to claws and piercing his palms deep enough that a couple drops of blood slip through his knuckles. But he breathes into the pain, and leans into the wolf rather than fighting it as he used to, and the rage towards Landon ebbs away. “Sorry,” he muttered roughly, fingers slowly unfurling and wincing as the worst of the wounds begin to scab over. “Yeah, I’m done.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but . . .  that doesn’t look very comfortable” The Princess smirked, trying not to laugh at the little pout on Mal’s lips. Honestly, the girl could turn into a dragon any time she wanted but there were moments that Rose Red found her, kind of cute? In that punk rock daughter of Maleficent sort of way. Sneaking a glance to make sure no one was around to protest, Rose Red pulled out the yellow shirt and blue shorts from her gym bag. “I know they’re not really your colors but I figured loaners are better than stuffy ball gowns” — @thefiercetm​ / sc