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|there’s no place for salvation| noah & elena.

misterblackwell:

Humans have always obsessed over immortality, whether they were born of magic or not. He’d met several of them in his lifetime, all were refused and their lives cut short by their quest, however, Noah had no inkling of how Elena’s story intertwined with his, not until tonight.

‘I need to be like you, I can’t stand growing old beside her…please! I hate waking up every morning and seeing her like this…this unchanging creature while I’m…this. Make me immortal!’

Noah glanced at Elena as she spoke of falling for a witch who wanted to be immortal, he recalled an incident with a witch who had been so desperate that he tracked the Original vampire, demanding to be turned. As always, he refused but this one did not take no for an answer and attacked him, casting spell after spell. He sounded like a mad man, spouting nonsense about immortality and love.

Noah ripped his heart out and left his body to be devoured by animals.

“This…man,” even the vampire had a hard time calling Elena’s lover that for what kind of man would be so pathetic, “What did he look like?”

The question threw Elena off completely and she had to think for a moment. “He was tall,” so was she, but Rafe had been at least her height. “but lanky. Dark hair, green eyes. Has a small freckle under his eye.” She rattled off information, giving him a confused look. For a few moments, Elena just sipped her beer, her gaze skimming across the lake. Up ahead, a few birds chirped. She sighed.

It was slowly killing her, the unknown, and often Elena had thoughts about what had happened. Bear attack. Car accident. Some sort of accident; the Rafe she fell in love with couldn’t have been murdered. He was warm and made her heart thud every time she looked at him. “I wanted to marry him.”

#( ; noah. )

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Wyatt stood near the counter at the grand opening of Java The Cup. He couldn’t help the smile on his face as he watched people file in to try on of the many drinks they were serving. Then again it probably had to do more with the fact that the first drink was free on this particular day. “So,” he asked. “Is this a grand opening or what?!”

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“It is. Great name, by the way. Creative.” Elena complimented with a nod, giving Wyatt a grin and sipping on her drink. “I may have found my new go-to place.”

#( ; wyatt. )

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|there’s no place for salvation| noah & elena.

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misterblackwell:

There was something about the way she carried herself that made the vampire stop with whatever smart ass reply he was about to say. It wasn’t uncommon to lose a lover; they die or you kill them yourself, if they’re lucky they get to die of old age or if they’re smart, they leave. Yet the pain in her voice and the way her shoulders slumped spoke volumes; Elena tried to deny it, tried to do the banter but her eyes gave away the heartbreak she was feeling at the moment. She had not wanted him to leave and certainly did not want him dead.

Noah knew he shouldn’t care, in fact he should relish that this Original werewolf was suffering but somehow seeing her in such a state reminded him of his own sister, of how Joslyn came back one day all broken. Despite the violent history and the bitterness, the man found nothing to hold a grudge over her kind, rather, they were mere instruments for another grandiose bloodshed he hoped to achieve.

“Was he… mortal?” He had to ask, not that it mattered, at this point, the boyfriend was dead and whether he was like her or a mortal did not matter. Though the circumstances surrounding how and why understandably weighed heavily. “Why would he leave you? That man is dumb, he should know better than to leave Elena Greyson,” Noah tried to make light of the heavy situation, an attempt he often did with his own baby sister. “If he didn’t die on his own accord you would’ve broken his bones anyway for daring to walk out on you.”

Elena was tired. As each year passed she lost more than necessary and it was enough to make anyone go insane. Her shoulders slumped with the weight of the world and she often choked in her lies and secrecy at night. Everything was getting too fucking hard and there was nothing Elena herself could do about it.

“He was a mortal who was obsessed with immortality. He was constantly trying to recreate my curse, but without the side effects. He wanted to be immortal without consequence. I told him it was impossible, but he wouldn’t listen. He’s such an idiot -” she swallowed the thickness in her throat, eyes finally locking with Noah’s. It was no point trying to hide the hurt and anger she was feeling, he could already hear it in her tone, he could already see it.

A humourless laugh escaped her lips and she reached for another bottle of alcohol. “I’m a fucking idiot, Noah, for falling in love with him. A witch. A goddamn witch. I’m an Original fucking Werewolf and I’m hung up over a damn witch who, by the way, probably loved the idea of immortality more than he loved me.”

#( ; noah. )

callmevirge:

“One time, I was fine, twice I could deal with, after the thirteenth I lose it. Thirteen times, Elena. Who in their right mind wants to listen to a song thirteen times? I can only take so much before even I want to drink.”

“Uh, certainly not an original werewolf with a soft spot for this song. Not at all.”

#( ; virge. )

brantgreyson:

“Maybe a year?”

“You’re kidding.”

#( ; brant. )

brantgreyson:

“Well I guess they stole your sword then…”

“ you got me a sword, hid it under my bed and never told me? How long has it been there?”

#( ; brant. )

brantgreyson:

“You ever look under your bed?” He questioned, arching a brow.

She blinked at him. “Under the bed is where I keep the souls of all those who have displeased me.”

#( ; brant. )

brantgreyson:

“—-Who’s to say I don’t already have one for you, huh?” He questioned, arching a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Elena looked at him with wide eyes. “Don’t you play with me Brant Greyson I’ve been wanting a sword since I was little. And it’s not like I can just go out and buy a sword, because it’s not the same and I might actually cry.”

#( ; brant. )

brantgreyson:

“It’s not for him to play with, Elena… I’m just carrying on the family tradition. You mad I didn’t get you one?”

“... Maybe. Look, it’s all I ever wanted. Did I ever get one? No. He doesn’t need a sword - - - you should, you know... give it to me. I’d love you forever.”

#( ; brant. )#elena: tries to hijack family tradition

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“So, I guess it’s unacceptable to get a kid a sword for his birthday… Who would’a thought.”

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“He can barely hold it, Brant, let alone use it. At least wait until he’s like, four.”

#( ; brant. )

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“I swear, if someone plays Sweet Home Alabama on the jukebox one more time, I will unplug it. We live in Massachusetts, not the deep south.”

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“SWEET HOME ALABAMA, WHERE THE SKIES ARE SO BLUE. SWEET HOME ALABAMA, LORD I’M COMIN HOME TO YOU.” Elena belted out, surprising the crowd around her with her loudness, but she grinned and slid into a seat at the bar. “Oh come on, Virge, it’s a classic. There’s nothing wrong with classic.”

#( ; virge. )

[text:] He's okay, at least he seems okay. If they did something to him I can't find it. At least I haven't.

[ text ] I'm sure if something was wrong with him, it wouldn't be long until we find out. I guess time will only tell, right?

gideonhenry:

“You didn’t. I really don’t want to be the next viral video in a Buzzfeed article, Greyson.”

“Come on Gideon, this is how people get famous. For doing stupid shit. It’ll turn into a craze, I’m telling you. Soon enough people from all over the world will copy you.”