#undeciided

𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴, he is a light sleeper and any movement was able to awake him. katherine shifting and turning and getting up? that did the trick. the memory of what they did last night comes rushing in and her comment causes a small smirk to rise upon his lips. “was it? why are you running away then?” and eyes shift toward the half open window, where the light is still dim. “. . .I mean, you were never one for cuddles, but the walk of shame, katherine?”

"You   got   me   all   nervous.   I   thought   you   had   done   something   stupid."

@undeciided​  ♥’d

                         “No offense Girlie, but I’m not lookin’ to play Girls Gone Wild with an Uber Vamp.” and, she might not be a rocket scientist but even Faith’s not dumb enough to take Rebekah fucking Mikaelson up on an offer like that. Besides, there’s more to her night than chatting up the local hot undead, “Actually looking for somebody. Heard tell you two used to be close.”

"you   know,   katherine,   for   someone   who   wears   my   one   true   love's   face,   you   really   enjoy   getting   in   my   nerves,   don't   you?"   doppelgangers,   there   is   so   many   of   them,   hard   to   keep   count   really.   though   his   sight   is   in   one   in   particular.   "why   did   stefan   fell   for   you   again?"

And   just   like   a   flash   of   the   past,   Archie   sees   Veronica   pass   through   the   door   s   of   the   place,   similar   black   cloak   and   he   observes   his   past   come   back   to   haunt   him.   It   surprises   him,   that   she   manages   to   have   that   effect   on   him.   He   didn’t   knew   she   would   still   be   in   town.   “Veronica.”   Ronnie   was   too   personal   (they   weren’t   a   thing   anymore,   they   weren’t   close.   .   .he   had   no   right.)   But   golden   eyes   shine   bright   with   a   casual   smile   upon   his   lips   at   the   sight,   his   army   bag   in   one   hand   and   all   dressed   in   uniform,   though   one   arm   on   a   sling   due   to   a   recent   injury.   “Hey.”

“If   we   could   live   without   PASSION,   maybe   we’d   truly   know   some   kind   of   peace.   but   we   would   be   hollow.   empty   rooms,   shuttered,   and   dank.   without   passion,   we’d   TRULY   BE   DEAD.”

Italy is very different from Paris. But the religion is still the same so he finds himself drawn to the churches. The ex-Musketeer finds it easy to slip into the scriptures of his youth as he prays in the pews. Perhaps he is meant to be here. God often leads his lost sheep to familiar places in the unknown to find a solace they were missing before. Despite the language barrier he can communicate in both Spanish and French. It’s just finding others that also speak the language. His eyes look up as he hears whispers that do not sound like that of a religious nature. The beautiful woman whose entered the church brings a soft smile to his face before he remembers such thoughts are why he is here in the first place. “Do you wish to sit alone? Or are you willing to share a pew with a new arrival to your fair country?”