invisible

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean But I shall be good health to you nonetheless And filter and fibre your blood.

[eleanor-parker]

drownedparker:

“Yeah…” Agreeing with her comment about not knowing how to feel. “I definitely don’t like it, though, or this River Mikaelson. Smells like trouble.” As for her reaction, he wasn’t really fazed. “I saw Mom. Talked to her. She recognized me, which was pretty cool. I guess it was just a matter of time.”

Eleanor chose to completely ignore everything he said, only focusing on him speaking about their mother. “How is she back? Did you bring her back?” Her mind was going a million miles an hour trying to comprehend this. “How long has she been here?” She slowly sank to the ground and hugged her knees to her chest, this was all too overwhelming for her, too much was happening in such a short time. “I can’t breathe,” she gasped. “This..this is..I don’t even know.”

[eleanor-parker]

dddyplstc:

@eleanor-parker | ELEANOR

“It’s all a game that I must play. And now, the weak that fall return to ash; defeated after all.”

“Is that some sort of prophecy?”

[eleanor-parker]

drownedparker:

“Pretty reasonable reason to be sad,” he said with a nod, but there was a numbness to his tone. “Kai’s dead, did you know that?” Joey had thought to ask. “Oh, and Mom’s back…”

She nodded her head, “I got that note. I’m not really sure how to feel about that,” she sighed. Thinking about Kai just made her head and heart ache more than they have ever in her whole life. His next words made her look at him sharply, “What?”

[eleanor-parker]

drownedparker:

“Yeah?  What’s got you?” he asked, a smile on his face that showed no inhibitions of his own doom and gloom – and his continued warmth towards her. 

“I don’t really know how to explain it. I think that the more I live this life, the more I miss my old life and I don’t know how to cope with that.”

[eleanor-parker]

overmyeyes:

“Spoiler alert – no one does.” He extended a hand toward her. “Come here.”

“Do we ever learn?” She scrunched her eyebrows together and hesitantly took his hand.

[eleanor-parker]

@overmyeyes

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to live anymore.”

[eleanor-parker]

@drownedparker

“Sorry, I haven’t talked to you in a while. I think I’ve been too sad.”

[eleanor-parker]

wcrningsign:

“We could do something else to take your mind off it though.”

“I kind of just want to go on a walk and let the wind solve my problems.”

[eleanor-parker]

wcrningsign:

“Then I’ve run out of ideas.”

“I guess we’re stuck then.”

[like-fairy-tales]

[eleanor-parker]

‘River Mikaelson killed Kai Parker’ Eleanor read and reread those words about fifty times before she actually processed them. She had no idea who this River Mikaelson was and she really didn’t care. She wasn’t even really sure if she cared that Kai was dead. Part of her was absolutely terrified of him. She relived her death every single night in her dreams, and that’s all she could think of anytime she heard his name or saw his face in town. Now that he was gone, she didn’t need to be afraid anymore. Though there was a part of her that felt sad for him. Dying was awful and she wouldn’t wish it on her worst enemy. And as far as she was concerned, Kai was her worst enemy. She had heard he wasn’t the same as he was when he slaughtered practically their whole family, but she wasn’t entirely convinced of that. Time does change people, but does the core of their being ever change? Can a soul lose some of its darkness? Eleanor crumpled the paper into a ball and lit it on fire with a match. She wanted to get this out of her mind and  having those five words would not allow that.

[eleanor-parker]

wcrningsign:

@eleanor-parker | soft spot suggestion starters

“There are times to power through it and there are times to say no.”

“What if I don’t want to do either of those things?”

[eleanor-parker]

cannivalistic:

“How much I tolerate them. My aunts are cooler than my uncles, by far.”

“Oh, okay. I don’t really remember much about my extended family members.”

[eleanor-parker]

cannivalistic:

“That’s the thing about murderous family members… You kinda have to gauge it, using any means available. I go by how extravagant the birthday presents are.”

“You might have to explain a bit more, because I’m not really understanding what you mean.”

[eleanor-parker]

etheish:

“The generalized system of belief. Every religion on this planet has some form of benevolent and malevolent spirits.” Eisheth was enjoying the conversation, and not because the girl was getting heated. If anything, it interested her to see someone to adamant about denying such a large part of the world she was born in. “There are all kinds of demons, but you are right, some were never human at all. Whether they were once creatures of light, or created from residual and corrupt energies… they were never mortal. Not like you at all. But just as everything is born, everything must then die. I wouldn’t let yourself feel intimidated if I were you.”

Eleanor shook her head as if she were trying to get out of a trance. “I don’t know you. I don’t know why I’m even having this conversation with you.” It definitely wasn’t a topic that she wanted to even discuss at all. “You can believe what you want, but I’m just not buying it. So, let’s just leave it at that.”

[eleanor-parker]

cannivalistic:

“I avoid them too. Around here, most of them are human elitists.” She was curious as to why this girl would feel the need to avoid them, though. Was it the same reason?  “I get that… My dad’s side, it’s pretty wild. What happened with you?”

“For every one good cop, there’s at least ten bad,” she sighed. It saddened her a bit that law enforcement seemed to never change. “Um, you know, normal family drama. I’ve got a murderous older brother, but apparently he’s changed. I’m honestly too afraid to find out.”

[eleanor-parker]

cannivalistic:

“Oh, no!  It’s not that. I just, was kinda hoping you were a detective or FBI or something.” She softly smiled, a laugh behind her lips. “I’m adopted, actually, so no. I grew up pretty jealous of my moms’ abilities, but I like to think I’ve gotten past that by now.”

“Ah, gotcha. I tend to avoid people in that profession, but I’m sure you could go to one of the precincts around here?” She suggested. Eleanor made an ‘o’ with her mouth. “Being a witch isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be,” she shrugged. “Speaking from experience, power can make people a little crazy.”