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I am bound by my word. Family is everything. No matter what our choices. We stand together. United.always and forever-;; selective rp blog ;;-

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lays here. considers what to do.

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; to arms we fall

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elenaishuman:

         There was no denying that the revolt would be ruthless for          countless days spent being the government’s trash had taken          its toll; watching those with such luxuries parades as they faced          yet another inevitable night on the bitter, cold streets. Driven          by raw motivation as the word was etched deep under their          fingernails, yearning to overtake, to win.                     The opportunity was too lucrative to pass up. Her comrades,          the underdogs, those that knew the plan had been raring to go.          But there was one thing that made the young brunette hesitate          — Elijah, their enemy’s son. Their actions had betrayed both           groups. However, despite how many times Elena convinced          herself not to sneak back into his arms, she found herself          doing the exact opposite.

                                            “I see.                I was foolish to believe you’d see me as anything other                             than what your family does… filth.”

        How easily the words fell from her lips, laced with venom and          spite. How he wished that they did not hurt, she was untamed          and free in her beliefs, yet had they not moved past such petty         prejudices? Could they not remember what it was when they         fell together despite all? Motivation was a heady beast. Driven         to win when the other was not even competing.   " Elena you have misunderstood what I meant, must we again go over this? Must we again fall  to prejudices that neither of us truly hold? Are we to forever be confined by the knowledge of what  separates us ? Might we not enjoy the momentary pleasures we might have now together? "        There was a pleading to his voice, a desperation, he would          pull her into the safety of his arms if it were the last day they         might meet. Yet in reality ---- that could very well be their true         reality. The reality he refused to think of.

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stakings:

" ———- dinner ? i mean, i — sure ?    yeah i think i can manage that.            you sure you want to be seen                out & about with me ?       being the slayer & all, isn’t it like —    bad for your reputation or something ? “

                    or mine for that matter. 

                " If you're not opposed, I think that                 after a thousand odd years I might be                 allowed to harbor some secrets. In the                 end what is a tarnished reputation when                 one will outlive those who might judge? "           { each word was honeyed & sweet,               ever the gentleman as he waited                    for her reply. unhurried. }

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teinesmuirich:

Some might say that his way of proposing had been nothing short of coercive blackmail, but Emery knew that she did love the surgeon that had appeared in her life the night she’d ended up in the ER with a life threatening stab wound to her abdomen. Still, after everything that had happened she hadn’t expected to get to know him. When she’d tried to leave the hospital before she’d been released Elijah cut her off and offered her the choice of either he’d call the cops or she’d let him take care of her at home. Seems their entire relationship had been built off blackmail. 

She’d have to get on him about resigning though. There was something that helped Emery a bit knowing that Elijah saved people. Something to counterbalance the fact that she killed them. Perhaps they were unconventional. Perhaps they’d never last. Yet, while they could Emery was going to give it a shot. Even if that meant she had to deal with the Mikaelsons. It was Esther and Niklaus that worried Emery the most, but she knew that if it was in Elijah’s power he’d not let anything happen to her.

There was something odd about all of it and Emery wasn’t certain she’d be able to travel and not pack any of her current personal belongings. Besides, that was red flag number one for security and the last thing Emery needed was security looking closely at her forged passport. Her nose wrinkled at Elijah’s kiss even as a faint grin broke across her scarred face.

              “Yer sooch a chil’. Nae t’inkin’ anyt’ing throough.                O’ course Ah’m ganna pack stuff. Ah dun feel                like spen’in’ mah remain’ years in prison if                anyone figure ou’ who Ah am.”

Maybe she was overthinking the whole thing, but Emery was certainly a woman of her own comforts and she’d managed to not be found out yet. She’d really like to keep it that way. Having a baby behind bars didn’t sound the most enthralling to her if she was being honest. Something told her that one look at Elijah’s family and Emery didn’t think the authorities would give him his child either.

                      “Where in Europe? An’ le’s                         nae ferget tha’ yer th’ worse                         pa’ient e’er an’ yer th’ fool fer                         askin’ meh tae marreh ya.”

Blackmail was surprisingly effective and one of the few ways to actually handle her, admittedly most of his blackmail was on things or events he  knew she really already wanted, but ---- he didn't mind the whole labeling thing. After all, girls loved bad boys right? Though that image was rather shattered by the fact that he often fell asleep watching Disney films. The man had an unadulterated passion for the innocence of children's movies. To pack up and disappear was an appealing concept, after all how long had it been since his mother had called to nag him about something? Or since Niklaus had fallen out with their sister and attempted to move in, or even Kol and his never ending chaos. And while Elijah loved each and every one of them, a selfish desire grew within him. Sharing time with his family took away the precious little time he had with Emery. Since asking her to marry him --- it'd been a whirlwind. Work had kept him gone hours at a time, and his father's ill health did little to assure him of peace within the Mikaelson ranks.             " I'm just saying --- what is it you really need,              I can buy you almost anything, and you have              more money than I do probably. The longer              we wait the more likely we are for Rebekah               to tag along for a shopping trip. " He wasn't really suggesting elopement, but then again, he really was. After all, neither of them really wanted a big affair - and as much as he may love his family, he knew they were not only demanding of his time and attentions,but they would demand a wedding suiting to his 'station'. Ignoring the fact he had been all but disowned for deciding to pursue medicine versus the family business.                 " I think we ought to get married in                    Scotland. I could get  kilt --- then                   definitely an extended honeymoon                   where we travel the continent. Plus                   before the baby's born --- Scotland                   again so it's born there. "

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like for s h o r t & random starters

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mercying started following you

    { recognition filters across  carefully held features. there is little enough difference in the true appearance of the doppelgangers. yet to one who has known many --. the subtle differences are magnified. }            " Miss Gilbert,               I had not expected               your companionship.              I hope you are well? "

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   ”You were welcomed aboard my ship     as a courtesy, Mistress Mikaelson.      Don’t wear out your welcome before     we reach port. I suggest you leave     the sailing to the sailors. Also, we’re     not headed to land j u s t yet, as we     have a side trip to see through first.”

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{ far be it from her to  allow bitterness to  enter gentle & quiet tones. yet the man's  demeanor drove her to insanity ------ }             " Perhaps I ought to suggest               l e s s rum & m o r e navigation?"

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stakings:

     ” —————— … “

" I had thought as much ---.               Speaking on such things.              Will you accompany me to              dinner this evening? It is              my belief you will find it               just as enjoyable. "

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“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.” 

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stakings

" Miss Summers? I have something ---      that I think you might appreciate. "

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; to arms we fall

elenaishuman

In a world where those with money reign supreme and those without are left to suffer in the streets, Muse A is the leader of a rebellion just waiting for the perfect moment to take over, while Muse B is the daughter/son of the leader of those in power. When Muse B get’s caught up in the rebellion, Muse A has to choose between the cause they’ve been fighting for, or the man/woman they fell in love with.

    This entire arrangement was just asking for trouble, they both knew the rules, they both knew how this would end. Yet somehow, call it fate - call it stupidity -- call it love, they kept doing it. Sneaking away to relationships that were ill fated to begin with.               War was coming. Real war.             Not the kind of war they had trained for.        Not the king of war they had pretended would never come. But a war that was spawned by the spark of revolution. A spark that would not be put out. Couldn't she see everything was changing. Couldn't she see that the dawn of a new day was about to begin?                    " Elena you must see what I'm saying ---. "

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notaresponsibleadult

 Perhaps all things considered, he should never have asked. Yet knowing the trouble she was having with the on again off  again boyfriend ---- he hadn't exactly expected her to say yes.  But she had --- and so there he was standing at her doorstep The bouquet of flowers was probably cliched, yet it seemed  somehow appropriate. After all --- it was to be a first date.                    " Miss Sommers ----- "    Formality was where he found his comfort, in such realms he fully understood where he stood and on what ground. So it was there that he began. Offering his arm he stepped back with a faint incline of his head, as if a ghost of a bow traced  the more modern manners.

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burymeinprettylies

   She was a woman of extra ordinary means, considered both a beauty -- and a woman of gentle heart. Yet few truly realized the steel that held her together. Few truly realized that when she spoke in soft and gentle tones, she was screaming within herself. For they knew only the Ella Mikaelson they wished to know.      None thought to ask her how she was,      none thought to give comfort to her for the      wars she had seen and served in. Because      she was the strong one. The one who never      needed saving.    Yet this war had perhaps taken the most out of her, too many men she had seen die, too many she had seen wounded and  maimed beyond recognition. Though the most haunting memory she had of the entire event, was a man who became a wolf.      Caiden, she remembered well the name      inked precisely upon the forms. The stats      on his healing remarkable, at first she had     thought perhaps they were the same -----.     Yet when she had found him the night of      the full moon, she realized -- he had been     an untriggered wolf.    It took all her strength to guide him from the confines of the  hospital, she had dealt with wolves many times before. Yet  this was not the dealing she was used to -- this was a man  who had been forced into a decision. Kill or be killed. This  man knew not what he had triggered --- only that now every bone in his body was breaking. She had cradled him against her, held him with every ounce of will and strength she had.        She had brushed the hair from his face, and even as the         final shift occurred, she had rested a steadying hand on         him in fear that the pain would be too much. Yet the next        day she had found him half delirious -- yet unharmed.    To get him to a pack of wolves had been risky, but she had done it. Using every resource a vampire of her age might have because he didn't deserve to be alone. And so that was the end, or so she had thought ---.

      Some months after the War her brother had purchased       a nightclub, the siblings ran it together with as few arguments       as possible as long as Ella remained firmly in charge of every       aspect. And tonight as she made her turn around the room,        she caught the distinctive scent ----- it was him. Freezing for       a split second, she forgot to breathe, she forgot to function.       because it was as if it was that night all over again.

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And here I am { alive }.    And I don’t have the right.