#waldoff

Just a group of people thankful for one another

@sketchbookpixels

but here is the Waldoff clan then and now.. 

His future looks handsome

Her taxi pulled up to the manor in the early hours of the morning and she stumbled out, knowing that despite her refusal of a ride, the security men he had sent were still watching her, their vehicle pulling up at the same time, yellow white beams shooting down the circular drive as she felt their eyes on her. They stayed as she stumbled her way to the manor's doorstep, cursing as her stiletto caught a stone and nearly spilled her across the steps in a most unbecoming manner.   Lifting her chin, she steadied herself though, climbing each step, memories flashing with each click of the heel against the rock surface. Her first kiss, her first time, her first love, it had all been within these walls. She stood there for a moment, not quite ready to announce her presence, looking up at the massive mansion. A place she had once called home. It seemed a different life, a different reality entirely. The tumultuous teen years. He had saved her then, she wasn’t really sure if he understood just how much he had saved her but he had. He had shown her she was capable of love, and of being loved. Their paths had separated and she had taken dark turns in the years that followed, had went down paths that left their scars on her soul, had long ago given up any hope of loving anyone again, or being loved again. Yet here she was, full circle. She lifted her finger to ring the bell biting her lip and choosing to lift the knocker instead.  A smile tugged the corners of her intoxicated lips as the wooden doors creaked open, her smile faltering a bit as she saw an unfamiliar face in front of her. A new butler from the one that had been there last, but then that was what happened when someone stayed gone so long. “Mr. Waldoff is waiting for you in the bedroom Miss Carson. I’ll show you the way.” She smirked and shook her head. “No need to, unless he’s changed rooms, I know this house better than my own.” She stepped inside, feeling a swelling in her chest as her feet crossed the threshold. It almost felt like she had finally come home.

♫ Everybody's got a dark side Do you love me? Can you love mine? ♫ ~Kelly Clarkson “Darkside” I-M-G Models Halloween 2018