Penelope Park

“No, no. It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I’m the jumpy one,” she explained, shaking her head. She didn’t want her students thinking that they had to tiptoe around her. That wasn’t any way for them to be around her. Or let the students think they couldn’t rely on her any more. “My students are always welcome here,” Tessa explained, gesturing for the other to join her in the classroom and take a seat if she wanted. “I get that. I have a… complicated situation of my own I have to deal with eventually. No need to explain.”

“it’s understandable after everything” she could understand it. all of this might make anyone jumpy.it was horrible what has occurred the last few days, maybe weeks, she lost track of time “thank you, miss carson” would someone see her being kind right now, they were going to think it was fake. penelope couldn’t always be mean to people, she had a friendly side depending on who it was she talked with or was around “yeah, i thought things were going to go well after i asked her to visit me here, but when this...” she shook her head, closed her eyes a brief second to fight the tears from coming “i didn’t know she recently came back from the dead, she kept it from me and i didn’t know either what she was. i don’t see why that’s something you keep from someone you are dating when you have told them about you” yes, she was hurt, which is new to her. easier before, when she barely cared, perhaps pretend, or no, she thought it was easier before.

The visions were gone now. The dead were back yet again. Hopefully this time for good. And yet despite all that, Tessa was shaky, jumping at every little noise. Maybe it was because of the visions, still affecting her even though they were gone. Or because two students she cared a lot about were their worst selves right now and she had no idea how to help bring them back. Or maybe it was because now she had to face a certain someone again and the aftermath of what happened just moments before they disappear. Whatever it was, it made her jump when a door closed behind her, resting a hand over her racing heart. “Despite my years in the supernatural world, I don’t think I have ever been this much of a nervous wreck.”

did not come much as a surprise that this would happen. she had a feeling when she came to the city that nothing would stay the way they were. when it came the death, it most of the time came with a price, same as magic. they were not supposed to be alive, they should stay dead, but to live in the supernatural world, you could keep it as a thought that your loved ones were not gone forever “sorry” she apologized when she closed the door “i didn’t mean to scare you. i can go if you want to?” penelope bit on her lower lip. she could go somewhere else and hide from the bad date she had a few minutes ago. of course, she liked the woman she was currently dating, but it felt awkward after her.. well, she did not know what to call her, had come back from limbo. she didn’t know she had returned from the dead until all of this happened “i just wanted to hide from my.. not sure if i should say girlfriend anymore, it’s complicated”

💨 ― his head shook. a tough guy sniffle and drying his weary eyes. “i don’t know. i don’t know what’s real.” he was looking at his empty arms, when a moment ago, there draped another victim. he didn’t know how much more he could take. 

💨 ― He was slumped over, on his knees, and doing what appeared to be cradling his own chest in a tight embrace. In his mind’s eye, it was someone he cared about in his arms ― the vision a different one every time. Throat torn out, eyes devoid of life. MG held the body close and quietly sobbed. He remembered them all yet still, every time felt more real than the last.

peach tiers would part, brows knitting inward out of pure shockand disbelief. was this witch always this reckless? “who cares about breaking the natural order? I do.i care and just because witches do it all the time doesn’t mean that they should!” she was slightly freakingout a bit, but … if penelope really needed her help, then she was willing to help. “you do realize that everything comes with a price, right? this is going to come with a price.”

pen grimaced, she was used to that witches thought of the safety more than others “true, but it’s fun. have you never done it before?” she may have done dark magic when she moved away from mystic falls “what if it doesn’t this time? i refuse to believe it happens every time. you will never know until you try. so, are you gonna be in the shadows while other witches are trying to save their loved ones?”

her brows would hike, every word that was coming out of the readers mouth had her in shock. a monster? cheated death?

“ okay, pause. let me get this straight. you want ( me ) to help you bring back the dead? You do know it’s breaking the natural order right? I could get into serious trouble for that.

I’m about to graduate high school, I have final exams to study for! ” she was slightly panicked that was evident, but deep down she knew she had to help. it was … ironically enough … in her own nature to.

she placed a hand on her waist, head tilted “what does it matter that you are about to graduate high school and who cares? school can wait” she commented, a small smile formed on her lips “i never said all of them, only a few. i had a friend who recently came back, but now she’s stuck somewhere, who knows where and i can’t bring her back by myself” she may be powerful, but not strong enough to do it herself “it must be a way to bring one person back to the land of the living right? also, who cares about breaking the natural order, hmm? witches do it all the time”

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