#wickedslip

look for the name: NAUSICAÄ

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alexander mcqueen "shipwrecked" runway sheer silk shredded top, s/s 2oo3

roberto cavalli leather mini skirt

paco rabanne chainlink crochet beanie

ancient future "the mirage of abyss" shell corsair imitation pearl necklace

Mystic falls mean girls for real. @wickedslip @bloodwr4th

“Just a few more steps,” Zeev promised, a gentle hand on the witch’s shoulder. He wasn’t pushing her nor would riot, if she had decided to assume her trust in false hands. However, he guided her through the nearby forest, a wild array of pines, oaks and birches, still green enough to suspect the summer to last forever, but the air was filled with the smell of rain and the arrival of cooler temperatures. There was a familiar hum in the atmosphere, a buzz that brought change and signaled the awakening of a new season. Though Zeev would not claim to welcome the dark days, it was part of the natural cycle. The equinox was a celebration that had lost meaning for Zeev after he left the coven. Nothing could replace the bliss of communal worship, and so in the past he had instead melted into self-pity, wrapped in grief over the loss of sunlight. With Nausicaä, however, the euphoria had returned and he hoped that she too would take pleasure in what symbolised their connection to the course of life. Although it might fulfil different aspects for each witch, they were all the same at heart. 

They reached a clearing, framed by tall trees that leaned over them like a protective nest. When Zeev allowed her to finally open her eyes, a lush green patch of meadow revealed itself to her, accented by foliage and wild grasses that were most likely still unaware of their fate. They too were still clinging to the last shreds of sunshine. 

In the centre rested a plain blue blanket, a basket of fresh fruit and bread - pomegranate and pumpkin bread were a must - and a forbiddingly expensive bottle of wine. It looked like an arranged date, and in some ways it was, if the multitude of candles was any indicator. Zeev strutted up to the spot with a self-satisfied grin. It was a much diminished version of what the witcher was used to, but magic didn't have to be performed in a big way to work. “I've brought some ingredients too, for some minor spells regarding protection, self-confidence and gratitude.” The gentle scent of clove and cinnamon filled the area, the wafts of a few incense sticks drifting into the air.

@wickedslip inquired: "What is it about killers that they want to get caught so bad?"

ルールー The question comes somewhat out of left-field, and yet she can't find anything about it that doesn't compel her to answer. Killers, be they serial or otherwise, are something of a fascinating topic. Most people go about their daily lives and never once seriously think about taking another person's life. Of course, everyone is guilty of saying they would kill someone for some banal reason or another, but there's never any real conviction, it's almost a throw away statement to a lot of people.

❝ I think there are a few reasons. ❞

It's not her answer, not quite yet, she's more musing out loud at this point as she sips at her steaming mug of jasmine tea, the world beyond the window of the little coffee shop they've found themselves in passing them by with little to no care for what they're doing.

❝ I think... on one hand... they know what they're doing is wrong and yet they have this compulsion to do it, so, perhaps they wish to be caught as they know it is the only way they can be stopped. No freedom, no opportunity. ❞

it was beautiful day in the mikaelson home. the birds were singing, the children were having fun, the brothers and sisters were trying to enjoy an afternoon with their mother, something they liked to do when the debutante season arrived. did he like to make fun of his sisters when they had existential crises? of course yes. especially when rebekah liked to be very dramatic. his brother, nik, watched the suitors a lot. he did it on his side too. but they all knew that it was better that it was elijah's job. especially when he was more careful and meticulous.

because it was true. the fact that they were vampires during this period was something that was hard to bear. especially when the smell of blood attracted the young mikaelson to women or men who liked to let themselves be done. especially when they were all desired. something he could understand. it was true that each person in the mikaelson family had a certain charm. he couldn't hide it. he liked it. the praise. it reminded him that he was still a human who needed it to brag to the people who served as his family.

one evening, when it was time for one of his sisters to make her entrance, the young mikaelson was having a drink, chatting with other suitors who were eyeing his sisters, while he shook his head and looked around. it was still so beautiful here. how could queen charlotte outdo herself? she was a queen, sure, but she was also the queen of the party.

walking towards her, he was jostled by a young debutante? he hoped it wasn't his time yet as he looked at her and caught her when he saw that she almost fell.