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🍸 + if you could hook up with any three people in town, male or female, without any consequence or whatever, who would it be?
“There wouldn’t be anyone I’d ‘hook up with’. Want to know why?” The chuckle that followed lacked his usual humor. “Because unlike some people, I don’t go around cheating on my wife.”
🍸do you think you'll ever be able to mend your friendship with Damon?
“--Damon? Why is it always about bloody Damon?” Enzo asked aloud with a roll of his eyes as he took another drink from his vodka. “You know, I haven’t had the time to concern myself with him now, seeing as I’ve been busy cleaning up the mess he made. And I’m sure he can say the same. I honestly don’t know if things will get mended. If it does, that’s fine. And if it doesn’t, then oh bloody well. This hasn’t been the first time he’s betrayed me...who’s to say it won’t be the last?”
@bourbcns
My muse cannot lie ! Send :
roleplaymemesforyou:
( feel free specify a context for each symbol )
💓 - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them. ⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. ✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them.< ☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. ✂- For one of the wrost mischief they did. ₪ - For a kink. 回 - For a phobia they have. ✦ - For a guilty pleasure. ◎ - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarassing.
Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.
❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜
CHRISTMAS STARTERS
“Okay, how in the hell have we lived in the same town for the past forty years and you’re just now noticing what exact I do around Christmas time?” Hayley inquired with a quirk of her brow, looking at the male seriously for a moment before erupting into a laugh. All she could do was shake her head in amusement and offer the male a warm expression. “I’ll have you know that I take traditions very seriously.”
🍸 Hottest guy in town ( excluding stefan, tom and silas. )
SEND 🍸+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL ANSWER WHILE DRUNK !
“Damn it, I was hoping I’d be able to use one of the doppelgangers as a cop out for this question. Let me just make it clear that Stefan is the only man I have eyes for. Got it? You’re only getting an answer out of me because I’m well past the point of tipsy. Now.. well, I don’t know. Hate to say it, but Enzo definitely gets major points in the accent department. I’m going to play it safe though. How about that Marco, huh? Wolf-dude is fine with a capital F. Oh, my god. Did I seriously just say that? Tell the bartender to stop serving me. Someone walk me home.” @stefcnsalvatcre | @enzostjchnx | @marcoxlocke
drwmaxfield:
Wes gave a slow sigh. “Now, Lorenzo, don’t write it off just yet. Cut into something long enough and you can find answers to just about everything.” He said with a slight smirk. “So, their mind control abilities are nigh irresistible and there’s not enough time or resources to figure out how to experiment on one of them.” He recapped, “So what exactly can we do? There’s got to be something your kind, the wolves, and the witches can do, right? If it is beyond the realm of the natural, then look to the supernatural. That’s one thing being with Luke has taught me.” He said.
Enzo scoffed at his initial comment. Was that really his solution to everything? He wouldn’t put it past him. What he didn’t expect was what Wes stated next. His husband, it seems, really did a number on him on certain views. “The supernatural? Well, sadly just about everything’s been tried from what I’ve heard. And even if they did find some loophole, it’s not as though the sirens wouldn’t find out eventually. It’s as though they’ve got eyes and ears everywhere.” He sighed. “Not that it’s stopped many from still trying to do something.”
vampmiranda:
“You know it’s a good thing I ran into you, because I am actually taking one of you English classes.”
“Is that so? You must be taking the intro class then.” He said. “Did you have any questions?”
tcwnwitch:
Bonnie smiled softly. “Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. I always wanted to make each one special for you ad the kids.” She had always been good at wrapping gifts and making sure each on was perfect, but she had gotten even better at it over the years. Her gift was wrapped perfectly with a bow and all in a matter of seconds. “I’m glad I got to help make it better.” She smiled at him.
Enzo was a tad slower than her at wrapping the gift he’d gotten, but it sure was better than he had been years ago when he couldn’t wrap a single one. He set the finished present aside and grabbed another unwrapped one before looking at her. “I’m glad too.” There was a pause before he went on, his gaze flickering elsewhere. “If it weren’t for you, a great many things would not have had the chance to have been made better for me.”
vampmiranda:
“Guess who is officially taking classes at Whitmore this spring semester? I’ll give you a hint, she’s standing right in front of you.”
“Is that so?” Enzo inquired with a smile crossing his lips. “Well, congratulations Miranda. I certainly hope to see you there if you ever take any English courses.”
tcwnwitch:
“Seems it was easier to have Christmas spirit when they believed too; although, I’ll always love Christmas.” It would always be Bonnie’s favorite holiday. “I thought we could start over there, and then just go in a lie?”
“You always were a stickler to the holiday whims.” He smiled over at her. “I never really was--I mean, there was no reason for me to celebrate any holidays in the past. But you and the kids changed all that.” Enzo had already reached out, grabbed one of the unwrapped gifts for himself, and gave the other to Bonnie so they could begin wrapping. “I’d say it was a change for the better.”
→ you guys go on one road trip and all of a sudden you’re breakfast buddies?
happy birthday, @paigemarie007!
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drwmaxfield:
“Mind control…” Wes repeated lowly, his tone becoming twistedly intrigued. “By the sound of it, that’s not far off from the compulsion you vampires are capable of. If that ability could be isolated in vampire genetics, replicated and modified, you could quite feasibly create a counter-agent to it.” He mused. “It’s all just theoretic, however, without having one of these sirens on-hand to forcibly test the experiments.” He sighed as his brainstorming fell apart. It had almost been like Enzo hadn’t been standing there for a few seconds, but his attention was back on the vampire with his thoughts returned to their rails. “Mind control and human flesh eaters. They sound like a wonderful creature.” He said sarcastically.
“This is different. Their mind control is not something that vervain, or anything for that matter, can repel. Their power far exceeds our own in that respect.” Enzo was not about to share the details of that to Wes. If he wanted some subject that had been victim of the sirens’ control, he could find plenty of others in town who would be willing to discuss it. For a moment, he almost couldn’t believe he was even indulging the other with a conversation. But he knew that despite what Enzo felt personally, this was a topic--finding a way to get rid of the sirens--they both had a mutual interest in.
“Wonderful and charming to boot.” He commented, in a sarcastic tone matching the blond’s. “But whatever they may be, like I’ve said, it’s of all of our best interest if we find someway to get to them.”
cresxentqueen:
Hazel hues settled upon the British male, watching his every move closely and listening to his orders towards the human. It was evident that he had found himself in a trance of sorts and wasn’t exactly in his right frame of mind. After all, the Enzo that she knew rarely stooped to such lows. And quite honestly, she could understand what he was doing – maybe even why he was doing it. When his attention was finally placed upon her, she gave a slight wave of her hand before tucking her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as her slender frame slightly rocked back and forth on her heels. “So… Are we going to just pretend that didn’t happen or do you want to talk about it?” Hayley inquired softly, pressing her lips together into a thin line as she offered her friend a trace of a sympathetic smile. Despite her inquiry, she wouldn’t push him to discuss what he had done or why he had done it. If he opted to bottle things up, then she would respect that and offer some company. And should he so desire to talk, she would be there to listen.
His first instinct was to brush away her offer, to resort to his habit of burying whatever thoughts and emotions had come to the forefront. It probably would have been the easier way out of this situation, but something about his friend having witnessed him in such a vulnerable state turned him against it. Enzo’s shoulders almost seemed to slump in defeat as he scaled back and leaned against the back wall of the Grill. If he was going to explain himself, or begin to talk about what was running through his head, he needed to know where to start and he was currently uncertain of where that would be.
“I...I don’t know what came over me.” He murmured as he gazed at her. “I left the Grill to avoid picking a fight with the man, but he wouldn’t let it go. I could’ve just as easily left him again and I didn’t. It was almost as if I wanted this. I wanted to--” There was a brief pause in which he frowned before he continued. “...This whole situation with my wife and Damon has got me frazzled.”
❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜
Enzo arched a brow at the inquiry. No one had ever really pointed that out before whenever he’d ordered hot chocolate, save for his children when they were younger. The thought made the corners of his lips twitch in amusement. “What? Is that such a strange thing? I’ve always found that marshmallows make an already sweet drink sweeter. I suppose it’s a preference.”
❛❛ Let me help with the gift-wrapping. ❜❜
Enzo looked up from the pile of presents and smiled. “Sure, if you’re up for it. But as you can see, I have quite a bit of them still left. If you don’t mind that, then you’re more than welcome to help me.”
“You’d definitely be saving me some time though so, thank you.”
