#wefearmonsters

Opinion on;

Character in general: Lexi Branson is actually my bb and I'm forever sad that we didn't get too much of her on TVD and I'm always excited to see her pop back up from time to time. How they play them: Listen up, your Lexi is absolutely fantastic. I've enjoyed writing with you on all my muses tbh and I want a lot more of you and Lexi both. The Mun: You really just seem like a nice person ooc and I'd love to get to know you better, cutiepie!

Do I:

RP with them: yesyes, but not enough!Want to RP with them OF COURSE

What is my;

Overall Opinion: An absolutely wonderful Lexi right here. If she doesn't grace your dashboard yet, you're missing out!  

Now that was a first. She usually got the why do you sound like a chipmunk when her voice got too high but this was a change of pace. “Listen, dimples, if this is how you flirt, don’t be surprised when someone wants to kiss you.”

She shouldn’t be encouraging the fingertips on her waist, the pull of one body to another but Lexi just felt something off about her. She knew who Klaus was, the big bad, the original alpha male but she looked so broken, so lost and it made Lexi want to reach out, want to check, to make sure that she was alright.

She has seen this type of behavior, the need for comfort when all else fails     hell she’s seen it from her own s e l f but she felt it, some part of her who wanted to deny this. Deny the comfort, deny that she didn’t deserve it, that this was the person who destroyed Lexi’s progress, who dismantled Stefan piece by horrifying piece and left him on his own, left her best friend to fend for himself in a world that was too harsh and too cruel and she had almost made him ready. He had to learn to take care of himself, to continue his never ending game of cat and mouse with only Lexi to put him back together but all she had had left where leftover bandages and whatever kindness she could use to help him. 

How do you help someone who shouldn’t deserve it? How do you ignore the pull of one heart to another, the feeling of just being connected for a moment, if only something miniscule. She wasn’t in the mood to take advantage, no, that would never be Lexi. She was too nice of a girl,       as the villagers once told her [before they burned her home and killed the remaining connection of her life] and Lexi was going to do what she does best, be nice, be kind, fake it, if it keeps her alive and if she’s able to help someone. If she was going to be the protector of the damned and the hopeless, she might as well protect them all. “If you’re not drunk, I’m not a vampire.”

Her eyes fell closed for the briefest of moments, a soft sigh falling from her lips as Alexia allowed the hybrid to pull her closer, to feel the warmth and softness of another body pressed, feather light, against her own.  To feel that she wasn't alone, if only in the physical sense.  She couldn't help but wonder why.  Regardless of the body she now wore, she still carried the burden of the same sins, the hatred of so many -- some, well deserved, others without reason -- and yet, she allowed the gentle touch, didn't pull away or stiffen beneath it.  Didn't admonish her, or insist she leave.  

Why? 

What possible reason could she have to make such concessions?  Fear, perhaps...or worse yet, pity.  The hybrid had no need for either, had no desire to entertain the notions, despite her lingering doubts, and endeavored to simply accept it.  After all, was this not what she had been seeking?  Or perhaps she had come here expecting something different all together.  Violence, rage, hatred, all the things the world at large would insist she deserved.  And perhaps they were right.  Perhaps she had been seeking such things without even realising it.  A penance, of sorts, for being unable to protect those who mattered most.