WRONG SIDE OF HEAVEN

unrelenting /ˌənrəˈlen(t)iNG/ adjective not yielding in strength, severity, or determination.

[fateburdened]

xblasphcmy

     “ You know flattery doesn’t take you anywhere with me.” She lightly laughed. She knew she wasn’t easy to bring down. She wont make it easy on anyone who even tries to. “ But they are always welcomed.” She grinned up as him as they walked out of the woods. “ God, I think Ive been hanging around Lizzie too much.” Of course, lizzie would likely tell people to flatter her outfits. With good given considering Lizzie had good fashion taste.

       Hope thought about the reactions of the others, she knew they weren’t going to like it. Not trust him. Tell her not to learn to trust him. “ Fair warning… It is a rather big home. Basically a mansion.” She chuckled. “ But despite that it does a homey feeling. “ She replied. “ Not too far from the woods… From here because when my father broke his curse, he would turn and run.”

      “Oh I know, nothing gets past you Hope Mikaelson. You have me made.” Sarcasm aside, he wasn’t trying to butter her up, at least not yet. He was just being honest, as given their history, being honest was probably the best policy. He’d lied to her enough, and after the brutal honesty on the phone call, it was a nice thing to keep going.

      “You mean the Mikaelson’s, the worlds oldest family, have a mansion? I would have never guessed. They seemed more like the cozy cottage kind of people.” the golem teased, smiling at the sound of her laughter as they started their journey toward her family home.  His mind did start to wander, wondering what the place would look like, what to would be like to be a house guest, and then the tribrid mentioned her father, and he raised an eyebrow. “Is your family staying there?”

[fateburdened]

clumsyphoenix

“He doesn’t want to have some great Brady Bunch family, he wants to take over my body so he can make an army. I’m sorry but I honestly can’t express how gross that is to me and how its totally not the family I always dreamed of having.” Landon was always looking for a family, craved one but he never wanted it to be like this. “Only if he doesn’t get to take over my body, which he seems pretty set on doing. You act like I had a hand in this and I didn’t.” Landon couldn’t even find himself gaining the courage to sleep with a girl for the first time let alone, having someone procreating with his body without pause. “And just because you can’t have kids doesn’t mean you can’t have a life once Malivore is gone.” He didn’t understand why this guy made it out so his life was trash to Landon’s they both could have had better but they both weren’t grand. “You can say whatever you want but no one is going to believe it if you don’t do anything to show anyone anything. And you haven’t explained anything but sure call me a child. I’m not the one complaining about how daddy runs my life and using him as an excuse to do terrible things to people.”

Instead of continuing to argue with his brother in an endless loop, Ryan remained silent and let him vent. It was easier that way, and it gave him a chance to really listen to his brother rather than being on the offensive. It wasn’t like most of the things he said weren’t truthful, or at least, had some level of truth to them at least. “It’s not being sterile I’m worried about, Landon. It’s literally the last thing on my mind.” the golem admitted in a softer tone, not wanting to cut his brother off but wanting to make that abundantly clear. His real fears lied in what would happen after Malivore was gone given their connection. He was made of mud, made of Malivore, and whenever his father felt like punishing him, he could. That’s how he found himself unstable as Vardemus, having to consume the monsters to keep his unsteady form at bay. A short chain to keep in line for his prior failures, and the links of the chain were getting fewer and fewer, slowly but surely going to end in his undoing. What was stopping him from turning back into mud whenever Malivore was gone? Or disappearing altogether? Any move he made against his father was a move against himself, and every step closer they got made his own internal clock tik louder and louder in his ears. “What would you have me do to prove myself, Landon? Because you’re not giving me any indications you’d ever really give me a chance regardless of what I did.”

[fateburdened]

clumsyphoenix

Landon shakes his head, “What is with the whole ‘favorite son’ bit, i don’t even know him. He doesn’t know anything about me, he’s not even my dad as far as I am concerned so can you just drop it? Its not like he wants to play ball in the front yard with me, he wants to take my body. What are you so jealous of? Cause trust me I would trade it if I could, because having some mud monster want to take my body isn’t my idea of a good time or a bonding moment.” Landon holds his arms out trying to understand what it is that Ryan had an issue with. “I don’t trust you, you haven’t given anyone reason to trust you after what you did to Josie and you being the reason we’re all here. If anyone dies in this place that’s on you.”He points out, knowing full well that Hope might trust him but Landon wasn’t going to, not that easy. “You keep talking in circles I can’t keep track of what it is you want. Now you’re a good guy? Since when? So you can get out with the rest of us? You’re not saying anything so I can’t get the whole point of this conversation, you threaten me, you warn me, you keep calling me a screw up but I didn’t do anything but protect my friends.”

“You don’t know him, and he doesn’t know you, but you’re everything he ever wanted. He made us in his own image so he wouldn’t be alone, and so that he could have a legacy, Landon. The problem lies in the fact that we can’t continue that legacy. We don’t have his powers, and we can’t have our own children. You can, and you have your own abilities to add to the mix. And if you’d asked me a year ago, Landon, I would have traded places with you in a heartbeat.” the golem admitted, prepared to drop the subject except for the irritation knawing at him, and as their conversation was coming to a close, he figured there was no harm in it.  “I’m jealous because you are more than mud. I’m jealous because you have a chance to have a life after this, and without him dictating every chapter. And in an ironic twist of fate, I’d like to see you get there. I’d like to see you, Hope, and your friends overcome this and see Malivore gone forever, really gone. You can’t do that if you’re dead, Landon, that’s why I warned you. Trust me, or don’t. Listen to me, or don’t. Believe me, or don’t. At this point, I don’t care, and I’m not going to waste my time explaining it to you when all you want to do is argue like the petulant child you are..”

[broodysaltzman]

Alaric had been doing as many rounds as he could in the small square mileage that covered Mystic Falls to try and round up at the kids that would have no idea where they were or how they got here. Many of them had simply come to the small town to be at his school which was no nonexistent in this time skip. Seeing as there was seemingly no rhyme or reason as to where people got poofed, there had to be no leaf unturned. The woods was perhaps the more difficult area to cover both because it was an advantageous area to attack people in and because it was so dense. All he could see from a distance was a female body seemingly limp on the ground. Rushing over, he immediately kneeled at her side and brushed some of the rubble that had blown onto her away. “Penelope?” He mutters mostly to himself because obviously unconscious people couldn’t respond. She didn’t seem injured at least externally so he starts shaking her by the shoulders lightly. “Hey, wake up. It’s Dr. Saltzman. I need you to be okay.” 

@fateburdened​

[fateburdened]

Whenever Penelope Park had gone to see Josette Saltzman, she hadn’t imagined it would end with a kiss, and, to her credit it hadn’t. It ended with the siphoner knocking her out and leaving her. It was lights-out for the witch until another Saltzman found her, shaking her gently, waking her up. As she started to come to everything was fuzzy, too bright, too loud, and she tried to focus on what she could tell. Hands on her shoulder, someone speaking to her, and the same someone right in front of her. Looking forward at the man as her vision cleared, she finally placed the voice and a face to a name. “Dr. Saltzman?” Although she knew it was him, she’d recognize him anywhere, everything was still hazy. How she got there, how she ended up unconscious, how long she’d been out there, and as the moments passed, the pieces started to come back, and she remembered that last kiss. “Josie.... Where’s Josie?” 

[fateburdened]

xblasphcmy

    “ I do hope you get to see her and be together.” Tatia smiled at her. Someone should get a happy ending. “ Strange. “ She admitted. “ Some days I question why and  in my world, I am constantly torn between killing myself or everyone around me… My family is gone. My sons. My brothers… Well… There is one person I get to see from my time. The man that I loved and did not choose. Though those feelings are pointless now… But being back is rather–Lonely.”

      “I hope so too.” the witch freely admitted with a smile of her own. While Penelope knew things may never be the same between her and Josie, and to have no expectations set for how things could play out, but that didn’t stop her from holding out hope. Sometimes hope was all you could have, and in a place like this, it was something to hold onto. Tatia’s story pulled at her heartstrings, and it’d be a lie to say she didn’t pIity her. “I can imagine... but, if you need someone to hang out with, I’m not going anywhere any time soon.”

[fateburdened]

@broodysaltzman​

      Coming back the dead was a complicated process, even under the best of circumstances. For Josette Parker Laughlin Saltzman, it felt especially complicated. When she’d woken up, it’d felt like a nightmare. Everything reminded her of the last she came to life, safe for the fact that this time she wasn’t wearing her bloodied wedding dress, and she was terrified for it meant for Alaric and their daughters. She couldn’t come into their lives just to endanger them again, she couldn’t put them through getting her back just to lose her again. Josie, Lizzie, and Ric all deserved better than that. That’s why when she woke up in the cemetery in Mystic Falls, instead of going to the Boarding School,  she went back to Whitmore. She’d intended to stay there, to stay away and let them live their lives uninhibited by the strain she would put them under. Everything was supposed to work out, everything was supposed to be just like last time she ran away, she thought she had it down to a science by this point. The thing Jo hadn’t counted on was the human element, the element that failed her. She couldn’t stay away from her children, and she couldn’t stay away from Ric. So, she got in her rented car and drove to Mystic Falls, intending of seeing them again, and then fate intervened the way it always did for her, and changed everything.

      Being in a prison world complicated things a bit, but the witch was too stubborn to let her stop her now when she’d come this far. The hardest thing would be finding them, a feat magic would make easier than it could have been given the circumstances. Two spells later, the witch found herself looking at her husband, invisible to the eye as she took him in. He was as handsome as ever, and the longer she looked at him, the more she realized how much she’d missed him, and how long it’d been since she’d last seen him. Looking at him now, it almost felt like a lifetime ago. It’s now or never, she told herself as she sighed, and lifted the cloaking spell and finally spoke up.

      “Ric.... we need to talk.”

[fateburdened]

irredeemablepiece

“You clearly haven’t seen the Scream movies then.” He points out with a raised brow, horror films were fun, he watched as many as he could for a nice laugh but some got dull. “Oh a face it head on type. They’re like that, a challenge is a lot more fun for them. Me, I like to try keep a step ahead but honestly it doesn’t matter, not when some of them have supernatural smell.”

“You do realize those movies were from like twenty years before I was born right? And a guy in a mask at a party? Not an original concept.” she mused, looking at his curiously as he rambled on.  “ - What did you say your name was again?”

[fateburdened]

irredeemablepiece

Kai waves a hand, “That’s alright, you don’t know my favorite color anyway, you would have just brought the wrong thing for the decor.” He says with a roll of his eyes and scoff of a laugh. “Hmm well that depends, what year is it? Out there I mean. And do you only mean this prison or all total? Cause it matters.”

“The only thing worst than not bringing a gift is bringing a gift that clashes. It just gets awkward when you get something that doesn’t match and you have to pretend to be excited, and then find somewhere to put it.... it’s a whole thing.” he chuckled. “Well, why don’t you tell me what year it is here and we can connect the dots?”

[fateburdened]

noblexelijah

“I suppose its how one looks at it, the mere fact you can expect them to disappoint is in a way a contradiction. People are complicated even if they seem simple.” He never grew bored that was for sure, people always had a way of surprising you, whether it be good or bad. He dips his head, “Elijah Mikaelson, I was among of those who were no longer around.” He says casually, it wasn’t the first time he had been back from the dead after all, he just wondered how long he’d be around this time. “Ah one of Alaric Saltzman’s students. Were you one that he sent here? You said you ‘went’ to school with her not going currently?”

“There’s a lot of grey areas... nothing is black and white, least of all people.” she agreed with the Mikaelson. Elijah, one of the uncles. The brunette figured that made sense, he didn’t look like she imaged Klaus ‘The Great Evil’ Mikaelson, and looked older than she thought Kol was supposed to. “To everyone’s surprise, no. I moved to Belgium with my mother last spring, I was in the process of coming to visit when I got dragged here like everyone else. Good guess though.”

[xblasphcmy-deactivated20211025]

♟ ( Penelope and Hope )

♟ : Patching up a wound // @fateburdened

          “ You know you’re going to tell me how the hell you got this cut.” Hope looked at Penelope’s face to get a read on her. “ Did Josie did this?” She frowned at the thought. Part of her even doubting that josie would ever but with how she is now, there’s no telling and it was questionable that she cared for anyone. “ Stop moving… don’t be such a baby. You didn’t want to drink my blood to heal quicker so disinfecting the wound is part of the process.”  

[fateburdened]

Penelope Park was silent and kept her eyes low as Hope talked to her, avoiding the question when it was asked. She’d come to Hope for help because she trusted her to help without too many questions, and more so, because she didn’t trust anyone else to do it. Didn’t make the process any less painful as she took a sharp breath. “I’m in a prison world with my ex who is consumed with dark magic, people who pissed Ric off enough to send them here, and at least one homicidal former leader of the Gemini Coven. The last thing I need is to die with vampire blood in my system and have to go through all of that in here.” she sighed as she let the tribrid do her work, reaching up to wipe at her eyes with her hand. She sat silently for a few more moments before finally looking up at Hope again with wet eyes. “How did it get this bad, Hope?”

[fateburdened]

papahybrvd

Klaus had seemed to given up on caring about the fact they were in this prison world. There was seemingly nothing he could do to fix it anyway. As long as Hope was okay he’d just stick it out. He was in the room he had taken as his own in his old mansion. He stood before a painting that was nearly complete when he heard the door open. He had assumed it was Hope, but proven wrong quickly. “And who the hell are you?” He asked stepping away from the painting to get a better look at the man.

Over the years, he’d learned to be a smooth talker, a chameleon of sorts to get things done, but stuck in front of the original hybrid, Hope Mikaelson’s father, it was like everything he ever knew went straight out the window. Hell, he could hardly even think of his own name, “Ryan Clarke, sir. I’m Hope’s - ” Friend? Associate? Pet Project? ” - friend. She invited me to stay here, I just assumed she’d told you.” he offered, shaking his head before offering his hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mikaelson.” 

[mansbutts-deactivated20230901]

“at least let me clean the wound!” ( from jo )

a roll of his eyes as they shut was the only form of communication he offered to his older sister; she was the doctor and knew what she was doing, but somehow he had a hard time trusting that when he was in pain – aside from that, he trusted jo, with his life. “it stings!” he exclaimed as his arm recoiled from her grasp. “I’m sorry, I know you gotta do it, it just hurts.”

[fateburdened]

Uncooperative patients weren’t something the gemini was unfamiliar with, but it didn’t make the whole situation any less irritating when it was her little brother. If anything it was more annoying, but he was her brother, and she loved him, and the last thing he needed was to get an infection in a prison world. “I know, I know, but I’m almost done.” she replied as she finished up cleaning it up, checking over the wound and her work. “Now are you going to let me dress it or are you going to walk around with it like this?”

[fateburdened]

worrierjo

Josie kept her eyes on the girl as she got closer. A frown crossed the siphoner’s lips when Penelope declines her offer. Maybe it was for the best. She’d probably be better on her own anyway. No one to get in her way. Still, she’d be lying if she said some part of her wasn’t hoping for a yes. “Hmm…” Josie looked at the girls lips and back into her eyes. After only a second her lips gently touched Penelope’s. The kiss was brief and didn’t come without strings. When Josie pulled back Penelope fell to the ground, alive but unconscious. “Wrong answer.” Josie said as she stepped over her sleeping ex.

Seeing Josie frown usually would hurt her heart, but telling herself it wasn’t the Saltzman in front of her made it a little easier, but only slightly so. “Not my scene.” was all the explanation she was able to give before the siphon’s lips made contact with hers. The kiss caught her off guard, and as soon as it had started it, it was brought to a screeching halt as everything went dark and she fell to the ground like sack of rocks, having never seen it coming. 

[fateburdened]

@papahybrvd​

He was still getting his bearings with the Mikaelson place, finding his way around the place still proved to be a bit of a challenge. All he wanted to do was get back to his room, how hard could it be? Finally coming up to what he thought was the right door, he started to open it before he saw someone inside. “Sorry, Hope, I was just -” and then he saw it wasn’t Hope, and he clammed up for just a moment before switching gears. “ - Mr. Mikaelson, I didn’t realize you were here.” 

[fateburdened]

irredeemablepiece

“You don’t think we’re in a horror film?” He asks with a mild hint of amusement, in the woods maybe not but they were surrounded by woods which was good enough. Looking over his shoulder he shrugs, “Why wouldn’t you? You don’t even know who you’re running from.”

“Because people in a horror movie aren’t sentient enough to even think they are in a horror movie.” the brunette pointed out with a shrug. “I don’t run away from my problems, not anymore, so let them bring it on.”

[fateburdened]

irredeemablepiece

Kai laughs, “Oh yeah you could say that, I’m the most permanent resident. Bound to the prison.” He admits not feeling a need to try and hide it, word of mouth spread fast around here. “Welcome or whatever, my hell is your hell and so forth.”

So he was the reason this place existed. Good to know, good to know. “Thanks for the warm welcome, sorry I came unprepared. I would have brought a house warming present if I’d known.” he offered with a small smirk, looking around the place for a moment. “How long have you been here?”

[fateburdened]

lukesparker

the person that lay in his grasp was someone that luke did not recognise, he let up the spell to allow the other to clamber up off the floor, but kept himself poised ready to attack at a moment’s notice “ not especially, but you can’t be too careful can you? ” he shrugged and smiled. “ you get transported here too then? why? ” luke questioned. “ luke, by the way. ”

as soon as he could moved, the golem was on his way back up to his feet with a sigh. “i get it....” he did, new place, with who knows what running around, you could never be too careful, but it didn’t make it any less aggravating. “clarke, and your guess is as good as mine. all i knew was one minute i was dead, and the next....” he muttered, waving his hand around in reference to where they were. “and you?”