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noah-blackwell :

Noah didn’t know everything that went on between Astrid and Joslyn, but he knew it went deeper than just hatred over being turned. He knew of Joslyn’s death dealers, and it wasn’t even the slightest surprise that she would’ve wanted to recruit Astrid for such a duty. After all, who better to have within those ranks but someone who had spent her entire life killing the most difficult to kill? And it was no surprise either that Astrid turned her down, rebelled. It all made sense, but that didn’t make his place in it any easier.

“I honestly don’t care why you went after her,” Noah admitted, shaking his head, “But there can be no us, no this, if it continues.” Of course Astrid posed little to no threat to Joslyn on a normal day. Joslyn was unkillable, immortal, and Astrid stood no chance against her in the end - which was easily proven by the fact that she’d already been killed once for facing off with her. So maybe it hadn’t mattered all that much int he past the way it did now. Astrid could have her squabbles and continue to rebell with his sister, but she could never to her harm. But simply knowing if an opportunity were to arise, she would capitalize? What if they hadn’t been prepared, what if their guard had been down?

He couldn’t keep doing this. What Joslyn was doing to Astrid may be cruel, but she was his sister and he would always be loyal to her first and foremost. No matter his feelings for Astrid. “I can’t love someone who despises what is most important to me.”

“Then make her stop!” Astrid snapped angrily. Of course she was the bad guy, but, in a way, she couldn’t blame Noah. Family came first to him, and while it wasn’t something she could understand, she respected it. The Blackwells had gone through more than anyone else in their kind, and all of it was bound to bring them close. Yet, still, it didn’t stop her from hurting. No matter what, no matter what her reasons were, she would always be misunderstood.

“Do you really think I want to go around, trying to get rid of something that cannot go, when I already have plenty of people going after me, trying to take me out?” She questioned him. Why did she try? Why did she try to go through to him, to make him understand? It was a lost cause, yet, if she at least didn’t try, she would hate herself for an eternity. “Do you really think I don’t want a peaceful life?” She spoke again, after a moment of silence, before turning around to finish dressing up. “I snapped, at the ball. I wanted all of it to be over.” Astrid paused again, then, thinking it all through. She was done killing, a long time ago. Everything she did was out of self defense, even if it created even more enemies.

“I don’t despise her. That would mean giving her far too much attention.” Once fully dressed, she finally turned back to face Noah. “But I’m tired of being scared for my life. I’m tired of being scared to even look the wrong way, to say the wrong thing. And I can’t just avoid her.”

#noah

noah-blackwell :

“What is us?” He spoke without much forethought, turning to face her now as he buttoned his shirt, not really looking at her. “It’s been hundreds of years, Astrid.” They’d spent plenty of time together, fleeing the Clave that hunted them both, pushed together simply due to mutual need though it soon became more than that. Did he love her? Noah wasn’t sure he knew or believed that love was something real or attainable or even exclusive; but it was something between them. Hate and love and a tangling of the two into something that didn’t altogether feel good. In the moment, maybe. But never long after.

“If there is to be an us, you need to give up on this grudge you still hold against my sister, my family. You were human, you grew up on belief that vampires were vile things and needed to be eradicated - and Joslyn turned you against your will. You do realize that’s but a tiny fragment of your life and that you’ve been that vile thing for centuries now? You can’t stand in both worlds. And I…I can’t keep forgiving.”

What was them, really? They were chaos. They were hate, and love, and passion, all mixed together, and it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other started. With her mind in deep thought, she stayed silent as Noah questioned her, wrapping the sheet tighter around herself. What was she supposed to say? Did she really want him in her life continuously?

At the very least, he deserved the truth.

“Do you really think I hold the grudge against your sister only because she turned me?” She finally spoke, standing up and moving to get her clothes back on. “I won’t lie, it’s one of the reasons. But I’ve accepted that I’m that vile thing when I refused to kill myself.” Astrid admitted as she got dressed up. It was so odd; they had been on and off for so many centuries, yet they never spoke of things like that. It always remained unspoken. “Did you know why your sister turned me into this? She wanted me to be one of her Death Dealers, and I refused. I rebelled against her, and I’ve had her precious minions after me since. I’ve had her after me ever since, and I haven’t spent a day not receiving threats or fearing that a single wrong move would end up in me dead, Noah. Adore your family all you want, but your sister has been nothing but a monster to me. So don’t you dare think that her, turning me into what I loathe, is the only reason I went after her that night.”

#noah

emmettbryson :

“I wouldn’t be offended if you did.” Emmett hadn’t exactly made a good impression the first time they’d met. Even if he had pledged to make up the mistakes of his past he never expected anyone he’d interacted with during the time his humanity was off to fully forgive him. “It is, I understand the feeling completely.” Vince was gone, so far none of the information they’d gotten was enough to find him. “I’ve been trying to keep myself busy. At the moment, I prefer it to having free time.”

“Well, I would. It wouldn’t be fair on you.” She was well aware why Emmett was saying all of that. Their early encounters weren’t the nicest one, and, in a way, Astrid was supposed to be angry. Annoyed. Upset. Yet, it was so long ago, that the best was simply to move on. Besides, he wasn’t even the worst thing to have happened to her. “Who would’ve thought, however, that keeping yourself busy would be so difficult?” Astrid admitted. “I’ve got so much stuff on my plate, and yet I still struggle to really be busy.”

#emmett

lauraxwilde :

Laura shrugged. “No, I, uh…” She paused. She wasn’t just going to admit to this woman that Laura couldn’t afford to take a taxi. “It’s fine, I’ll just have to be more careful.” Laura replied with a smile. “The books are important though. So, I gotta keep them safe.” She replied, tapping the top of her pile. “Especially if I wanna graduate on time.” She shook her head, clearly rambling.

“You won’t be able to keep them safe if you cannot even see where you’re going.” Astrid pointed out, observing the girl curiously. She wasn’t telling everything, that much was obvious, but it wasn’t in Astrid’s rights to question her. To each their own. “Then, perhaps,you should have kept them in the library, and studied there. It’s a surprising twist, and all, but I’ve heard it works.”

#laura

noah-blackwell :

It didn’t make sense. Noah knew that. But relationships weren’t meant to be formed over the course of centuries. People weren’t meant to suffer through change and time, to share mutual fates for decades upon decades. When hatred turned to love and back again, it was impossible to draw any logical sense from any of it.

He hadn’t come here for this. He still wasn’t sure what he’d come for, at all. Answers? Apologies? Forgiveness? To finish what he should’ve done many times over? It wasn’t any such things that had him pulling her into his arms and taking her to her bed. Maybe he was a fool for letting her get under his skin, but he couldn’t quite forget her no matter how hard he tried or how much time separated them.

–

When morning came and he found himself in bed beside her, it was frustration that he felt first and foremost. These games - he couldn’t keep playing these games with her. He couldn’t keep letting her get away with such actions. She made him weak and stupid, and he had only himself to hate for it.

But he could do it now - while she slept, almost peaceful, as quiet and vulnerable as he’d ever seen her. He could make it painless, quick, she wouldn’t even know what happened. He wished he wanted her dead because that would make everything simpler.

As she shifted he rose, dressing and combing a hand through his hair. “I can’t keep doing this, Astrid.”

It was no surprise, that the night ended the way it did. Their fights, no matter how drastic, how harsh and ugly, would always end up in bed. They would always end up in each other’s arms, bringing more dysfunctionality into their lives. That was what seemed to be normal to her at this point. That was what love seemed to be to her now.

Even as she woke up the next morning, it took Astrid a moment to recall the last night’s, the last week’s events. Feeling the shift by her side, she finally focused on Noah, who was moving to dress up. There was something so oddly comforting, in having him here, even if, in the back of her mind, she knew it was anything but comforting. And, as he spoke, her suspicions were easily confirmed.

So she sat up, covering herself up with the bedsheets as she watched Noah dress up. “You cannot keep doing what, Noah?” Astrid asked, narrowing her eyes a little, the worries, the dread from last night easily returning back to her. “Us?”

#noah

opheliaxsinclair :

Ophelia giggled as Astrid pinned her against the wall. She admitted, it stun a little but wore off quickly. She shrugged when the other vampire started making excuses and telling her lies. She laughed again and attempted to shove Astrid off her. “I saw you two together, actually.” Ophelia smirked. “The night of the masquerade?” She asked, raising her brows at him. “Ring any bells?”

“What? You saw us dancing?” Astrid questioned the girl mockingly. She could feel the other try to shove her away, yet Astrid refused to let her do so, her age and skills allowing her, for once, push Ophelia back against the wall. “Your attempts at blackmail are pathetic, little one. Quit trying to think that you can do any damage, or something will happen to you.”

#ophelia

ninaxadler :

“Have you owned it for long? I’ve always thought it was brave to do something like that. To run your own business.” She smiled. “I was just traveling so much, you know,” she said. “And before then I lived at home and my mother was the one doing the decorating. An awful lot of frills, to be honest.”

“Just a few months- from last October.” Astrid brushed it off. And, she had a feeling, she wouldn’t be owning it for much longer. “And you’ve chosen this place to settle down for good? Why here?” She asked curiously. Apart from being a safe haven, this place really did not have much to offer.

#nina

garybrone-deactivated20251118

Janice Channing {1x07} → Bang and Blame (part two)

#Astrid

Why Noah?

“Why Noah what?”

You need someone else, Noah is boring.

“You need to find yourself a better hobby.”

How do you really feel about Noah?

“I’ve traveled with him, on and off, for almost eight hundred years. That’s all anyone really needs to know.”

If you could dye your hair any colour what would you go ?

“Probably blonde. Or go completely dark. Any kind of change would be great, right?”

opheliaxsinclair :

Ophelia rolled her eyes and shrugged. “And it’s almost a shame to have someone like you waste your abilities on falling in love with someone you were probably going to kill anyways.” She shrugged. “I’ve seen the way you act with Noah, it’s almost, pathetic.” She chuckled. “You do know that when he finds out you almost tried to killed Joslyn, he’s going to kill you, right?” Ophelia smiled at the other vampire. “You really think he’s going to pick you over his own flesh and blood, ya right.” She laughed again.

Astrid froze, when Ophelia spoke again. How the hell did she know? Was it that obvious? Everyone knew the two of them had traveled a lot, yet all of it was constantly written off to safety and security. Without much thought, she moved quickly, pining the blonde against the nearest wall, despite the fact that they were still out, in the public, and she still maintained the calm and collected demeanor. “I do not fall in love. With anyone.” Astrid almost growled. It was a blatant lie, but it wasn’t something she was willing to admit to anyone, even herself. “Do not talk of what you don’t know or haven’t seen. What makes you think he doesn’t know? What makes you think he’s not the reason Joslyn’s alive right now?”

#ophelia

noah-blackwell :

His fingers pressed firmly into her skin, would have left a trail of bruises in their wake if she were human. Why, why did he need her so desperately when only days before he’d been prepared to end her life? Why did he crave her hands on him, her touch as if it might solve every problem - if only for a moment?

“You’re such a pain in my ass -” he mumbled against her lips, a needy groan playing in the back of his throat before dropping his hands to hook fingers behind her knees, pulling her closer to him. He hated her, but he loved her, too; in some twisted and convoluted way. He wanted her, he needed her - and yet he should kill her. He knew none of it made sense, he could never explain it even if he wanted to.

She was a poison in his veins, one he simply couldn’t give up.

The slight sting from his touch sent a jolt of energy down her spine, and Astrid pulled Noah closer, needing more of him. That was how they always went about one another. Pain and pleasure, love and hate. It never seemed to end, and, while, at times, the scales would dip to one side rather than the other, they always balanced it out.

“And yet you love it.” She taunted him, before she pulled him back into another kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist once Noah pulled her into him. It was all a guess, that odd, twisted love. Unfortunately, Astrid knew she felt the same way, and she both loved and loathed it. She both loved and loathed him, yet she could never make herself hate him enough to get rid of him. Instead of focusing on that, she let her hands roam down to his shirt, unbuttoning with ease. It didn’t matter that he was probably here to try and kill her; she needed him, like she always did.

#noah

ninaxadler :

Nina smiled softly. “That’s true,” she agreed. She smiled again. “Oh, I’ve been there! It’s a lovely place. Wonderful food.” She gave a soft laugh. “It more or less is. After I left home, I traveled so much that I never really had a permanent place of my own.”

“That’s very kind of you. I’ll pass the feedback over to the chefs.” Astrid smiled politely at the woman. No matter what, the place was still hers, it still belonged to her. And maybe there was a tiny small chance that she might end up keeping it. “Ah, then it makes sense. If it’s your first permanent place, it’s normal to want it to be the best.”

#nina

noah-blackwell :

A part of him knew that this was wrong. He should be protecting his family by ridding them of concerns pertaining to Astrid. She was a threat to Jonathan. But Noah also knew that her grudge was not with his nephew and she had given up her chance to take revenge on Joslyn through Jonathan when she’d stood over him at the Observatory. If she wanted him dead, she would’ve taken that chance when she had it. He knew she wouldn’t be a threat, but the fact of the matter was that she would appear to be so to others. And if he let her live…He’d have plenty to answer for.

But the touch of her hand against his cheek made him want to melt into her. If his family wanted her dead, then so be it - but it wouldn’t be at his hand. He simply…couldn’t.

She didn’t push him away, in fact she only drew him closer - and even his best attempts at resisting her allure began to dissolve. His hands slowly rose from the counter top to run across her thighs, creeping up to find a resting place at either of her hips. He studied her face a moment longer before leaning in the slight distance that remained, his lips finding hers.

She was still angry at him. She was supposed to be angry at him. He had managed to stop her from going after the one thing she had been craving her whole, unnaturally long, life. And then, he hadn’t even ended her own life, to take her out of the misery that her life now was. Even now, Noah did not appear to be angry at her for too long. Even Astrid couldn’t stay angry at him for too long, even if those bitter notes remained deep within her.

Instead, as Noah’s arms moved to her hips, hers moved to his neck, bringing him closer to her when their lips finally connected in a kiss. There were so many emotions within that kiss,and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it. She wasn’t used to these sort of emotions. So, rather than focusing on them, she deepened the kiss, letting her neediness show. It was ridiculous, how, at times like these, all she found herself craving was his touch.

#noah

opheliaxsinclair :

Ophelia growled at the woman and her lips curled back to showcase her small fangs. She didn’t like fighting but when someone messed with her or the Blackwells, that was a different story. The way Astrid was acting she almost wanted to change her mind about attacking women. She smirked. “I would indulge in your temptations but I’m not going to waste my breath on someone whose so unsure and insecure of themselves.” Ophelia shrugged.

The blonde’s reaction, for once, made Astrid laugh, and it was the first time she had found herself laughing since the ball. “You’re adorable.” She brushed off the other’s threats. Ophelia might have been old, but Astrid was still an assassin. Had she not cared for Noah, she would have been strong enough to kill him at that same damned ball. “Whatever suits you- or lets you sleep at night. I mean, it’d be almost a shame not to have someone like you waste their existence in this world any longer.”

#ophelia

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