#thornecrown

Juri shook his head in disagreement. "There's nothing wrong with you or me." Juri groaned to himself. "He's the fucking problem here." The witch pointed out. "All he's been doing is leading the both of us on, thinking we'll be the one for him." The angry and sadness increasing causing his own magic to slip out.

"He will never say I love you to either of us." He said. "Why did I believe that fucking blonde moron!" He said in frustation. Briggs is just as bad if not worse than Asher in his opinion. For a moment he did wish them both hell.

He stopped to look at Meredith with a gentleness. "I didn't mean to make you cry-" He tried to reassure taking off his shirt to wipe off her tears. There was a sigh. "He's hard to resist. Him and his friends.In a way we're kinda outsiders to them. A means to an end." Juri relented.

Juri couldn't help the next words out of his mouth.

"You are beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you." He said leaning closer. It was weird he thought as pressed his lips gently against hers. It was a different experience to say the least. As he pulled away there was confusion on his face.

"But I'm no better am I?" He said loking in any direction but at hers.

it felt like it had been hours of him watching her vocalize every plan that came into her head about what they should do with their time, he honestly was okay with all of the ideas she listed off but he had only one single idea. "would you please just--" jesse cut off his sentence, finishing it with a smirk and reaching his hands out to her hips to pull her into his lap. "stay here for a bit. the sun will set soon, then we can decide where to go from there."

“I am doing that.” he remarked, grabbing a cloth for his bleeding nose. not to self, always make sure to check if the person your trying to flirt is single and not with their partner. maybe the punch to his face may of knocked some sense into him, but he doubted it. “i’ll clean the rest up in a moment.. just give me five minutes for this to stop bleeding.” @thornecrown

maybe she should just go to kol for some advice, after all he did have far greater knowledge of spells than probably her and navey put together but she somewhat knew the lecture she would get because there was always that danger of death, after all Davina wouldn’t sacrifice navey. “i know I’ve been distant since the gala.” she spoke, making eye contact with her husband. “i’ve just had a lot on my plate but I’m here and you’ve got me for the whole day.” a small grin forming in the witches lips.

Finn Mikaelson was many things, a bore, a killer, and various other words he was sure the Mikaelson clan could come up with. As his vessel he was the nerd, the employee, and the like. Maybe thats why for once he decided to take a break. As he headed to the bakery, the one he didn't know was owned by Meredith, his only regret that night was not getting the fairy's number. There was a sigh, before he talked still only seeing their back.

"Do you have any croissants?" he asked

“look, i can help you get out.” marcel spoke, eyes settling in the fae. he had made a promise, many years ago to protect new orleans and all its residents from wherever force would come against them and it was something he would keep. “but if you have some magic wielding fire balls or something like that, it would really help.” he commented, ripping the heart out of a witch approaching the fae. the heart dropping to the floor with a small thud.

maybe he was naive in thinking that there could be peace. although, maybe it was the way he was locked away for years and only hoped that people could easily forgive and forget. the violence though, it was something he had never thought he would see. blood covering the floor like puddles after a storm. eyes flickering around the room, trying to spot his siblings, eye s focusing on the figure of kol. kol had to be saved, everyone in his family had to be, they had loved ones of their own. he, her was just the one that they didn’t need and he would die for them all.

a group of 4 witches making a way to where kol was. a snap of his fingers and three were engulfed in flames. the fourth, the fourth he wanted them to have a slow painful death. a way in which they could think about what they had done, blooding leaking from their eyes as they screamed in horror, his last victim burning from the inside. “kol, grab your family and leave..you need to go and make sure the others go too.” The youngster demanded. if he was to die…again, he wouldn’t mind it. he would be doing good.