Ansel Ewald

rp blog for nolalhq penned by michael

[anselson]

Just as waking up in the bayou of New Orleans, finding himself on a separate plane entirely was a surprise, yet this one was far less unexpected. The natural order of things meant that the dead were meant to stay that way. Coming across his father, well, he couldn’t help but joke about the irony of it all “First time?”

@grandpawolf​

[grandpawolf]

🐺 ― The elder offered a painfully amused grin, but not the fact that this was, unfortunately, the third time for him. Although, he didn’t quite remember this place. It was very unlike the Other Side had been.. nor could he recall the place after. He couldn’t remember his second departure at all. Was this where Niklaus had sent him?  He couldn’t be certain, but to rule it out seemed arrogant. “Have you met anyone else?  Anyone who was.. dead before.”

[grandpawolf]

historiantessa​:

“It’s the study of the mind and behavior. It’s all about why people act and feel the way they do and how to better fix it. It’s a lot of things you can’t see by just looking at someone. I imagine most vampires have several issues given their lifespans and their enhanced emotions,” Tessa explained, quick to explain something that he wasn’t around for the discovery of. “I think immortality is only good if you have people to spend it with. Which in a way, he at least has that with his siblings. Doesn’t make it any easier at times.” She sipped her coffee, shifting a bit closer to Ansel. She returned his smile with one of her own, tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear. “Is it strange to say that I’m happy to hear that you plan to stay?”

🐺 ― As she explained, he thanked her silently with a nod. He also agreed with her. “Living that long weighs heavy on the soul. Cursed or not,” he added. A word that described many different lives, his included. “I wanted to return to my home, to see it again, but I know that’s not possible.” It saddened him, but not in any significant way. There was no pack to return to. No semblance of home left that he would recognize, or so he could only assume. “Besides, my family is here.” He smiled back at her. Almost playful. “Is it?”

[grandpawolf]

historiantessa​:

“It is a shame more about psychology wasn’t known back then. Or that any sort of issues dealing with things was looked down upon. It probably would have helped tremendously for more than just him,” she commented, taking the cup with a small smile of thanks. She blew on the warm liquid before taking a sip, the coffee and his thanks warming her face. “I don’t think you could possibly overstay your welcome. I wouldn’t want you to leave,” Tessa admitted, her cheeks turning pink at the small admission of how much she enjoyed having him around. “I should be the one thanking you for everything. You have saved me twice now, after all.”

🐺 ― “That is the study of...” he trailed off, looking to her to fill in the gaps. He used context clues to determine it referred to Niklaus’s trauma. “No one should have to live as long as he did, or suffer for it as much.” The only ones who could even begin to understand were his immortal family, and every creature they sired thereafter. Ansel smiled at her. “I don’t plan on leaving,” he said, playful, as if he felt she needed to be reassured. “You need not thank me for that.” 

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historiantessa​:

“I’m glad of that. If you ever need a better understanding on this crazy world, I’m more than happy to help,” she offered. Tessa wanted to kick herself for sounding so desperate though. “Sure. Water. Or coffee if you have it,” she said, taking her coat off. “I had a nice talk with Klaus the other day. Actually, first I ran into him and was talking about my work and research before I knew it was him, then we actually talked. He’s much nicer than people make him out to be, but I suspected that since he is your son.”

🐺 ― He wondered when the topic of Niklaus would be brought up. He’d hoped, if the universe so willed, that he could facilitate when she got to meet him. Make sure she felt comfortable and prepared for it. Hearing this, it was a breath of relief, and he quietly basked in it as he worked his coffee-steeping set up. No machine involved, naturally, after he had beckoned Tessa into his home. “He is an extraordinary man,” he agreed, finally ― humble and warm. “And has endured so much.” Approaching her back in the main room, handing off the warm cup, he offered her a smile. “I appreciate your help. I don’t wish to overstay my welcome. Not with Niklaus, not in this city... but you’ve made me feel no such way.” 

[historiantessa]

@grandpawolf​

Tessa had tried to keep her distance, to not look like she was following after Ansel like a lovesick fool. Which she might be, but she wanted to at least pretend like maybe she wasn’t. But she had missed him, so eventually, she found her way in the bayou to his little home. “You’ve cleaned things up a bit since the last time I saw it. It’s cozy.”

[grandpawolf]

🐺 ― The alpha smiled. Her compliment was a well received, and one Ansel felt was decently earned. “I’m getting a handle on it.” There were a lot of things that had changed for him, being here, displaced. “The city, too.” It was still nice to have his own private retreat when it was needed, but he had clearly spent some time outfitting his humble abode for the modern era. Nothing extravagant like entertainment systems or automatic vacuums, but much cozier. “Can I get you something to drink?” 

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ogmom​:

It was strange to hear his voice again, even stranger to hear the sound of her name on his lips again. It brought back memories of better days, one brief glimpse of happiness that was quickly over clouded by everything that came to pass. “If Mikael knew the truth, he would have killed him, you, everyone… I only ever tried to protect him.” Letting out a sigh, the witch admitted “In the end, I lost you all anyway.” 

🐺 ― “You could have killed him.” Her powers were immense, capable of creating immortals. He didn’t let her get a word in edgewise. “Or stepped aside.” Plenty nights of rest were lost, fantasizing the death of the viking by his own hands. Bringing his son home. Not that it was that simple. It never was. She had witch child as well: Elijah. And not long after, more. Their presence in the pack would have created tension, as would hers. Oh, in hindsight, how far little trouble that would have caused compared to the horrors they knew now.

[grandpawolf]

xvillainnic​:

Klaus laughed. “The bar has much better options.” He informed. “Are you having a good time?”

🐺 ― He nodded. “It’s only the largest congregation of people I have ever seen, all wearing wild and unrecognizable disguises of things I don’t understand...” The wolf is smirking, clearly giving his son a hard time. “I’m glad to have been invited.” 

[grandpawolf]

historiantessa​:

“Well, nowadays they are just easier to dance to,” she explained. They were romantic and slow, though she didn’t delude herself into believing it was anything romantic. That was too much to hope for lately. And she worried the type of dancing the younger people were doing would make him uncomfortable. Tessa blinked, surprised he was taking her up on it so quickly. She set her drink down, taking his hand when he offered it. “If you don’t mind,” she said quietly, following him towards the dance floor.

🐺 ― Ansel nodded. He had idly taken note of the guests and the way they reacted to these songs. Even the act of recording a song to be played, over and over, just like the first time was foreign. “Do you have a favorite song?” he asked. He’d heard some of the women exclaim this a few times. 

[grandpawolf]

have you considered creating a pack in new orleans?

🐺 ― “No. Pack’s are sacred, born of blood and pain. You cannot create a pack ― it births itself, like family. I consider myself a part of the Salvatore School’s pack.” 

[grandpawolf]

biggest regret?

🐺 ― “Not killing Mikael when I should have.” 

[grandpawolf]

How do you feel having Esther back around?

🐺 ― “I worry for Niklaus and Hope. I may not wish death upon Esther, but she has done little to deserve this second chance, or time shared with my family.”

[grandpawolf]

how do you feel about being a grandfather? are you excited for the newest edition to your pack?

🐺 ― “New addition?” 

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drgilbert​:

“I really appreciate it.” The doppelganger is ready to continue inside until he speaks up again and she stops in place. At his next question, her smile faded faster than she would have liked to admit. As desperate as she’d been to hide her stress and anxiety, one question was all it took for it all to show through. “Yeah, yeah just a little frazzled…”

🐺 ― The concern he was wore was subtle, as too not seem too overbearing. “Do you need a minute?” he asked, moving to grab the chair he’d not been using. “You can help me hand out ráffle tickets.” 

[grandpawolf]

historiantessa​:

Tessa tried not to let it show how excited she was, how happy that he had said yes. She had been nervous to even try and ask, had almost talked herself out of it a dozen times. But she had asked and he said yes. “Great. I am assuming you might prefer a slower song. I don’t know much about the Viking times, but I am sure this sort of music wasn’t something you had,” she said, gesturing to the DJ and the loud music playing currently. “But whenever you’re comfortable with it is fine,” she was quick to add. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, since he still seemed a bit unused to the modern world.

🐺 ― She wasn’t wrong that the tempo was unlike any he was used to, but her assumption wasn’t entirely correct. “Slow songs are for mourning, meditation...” But that wasn’t to say the ones he’d heard at the party, albeit slow or somber, weren’t pleasant and more than appropriate for the setting. “Young love.” Ansel discards his flyers on the table with the rest, and moved to the door. He extends a hand toward her to take, to be escorted in. “I will play it by ear.” 

[grandpawolf]

romansienna​:

“Impressive only one person could come up with this idea” He wouldn’t be able to think of it, get one idea, perhaps, but nothing more than that. This could he imagine happened in the movie world, not in real life “People who are capable of thinking of ideas as this are clever and to make it happen is as I said before, impressive”

🐺 ― “She is an impressive young lady.” He wasn’t too acquainted with the blonde Saltzman, but her reputation proceeded her. “You may be able to tell her yourself. She is dressed as a red witch.” Close enough.

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xvillainnic​:

“I think it’s time for your break.” Klaus handed Ansel a glass filled with ‘monster mash’ as the kids were calling it. It seemed to be a mix of every alcoholic drink on the home.

🐺 ― Ansel chuckled. “You think, or you have decided?” He took the drink, and to not sabotage himself out of drinking it, knocked it back. The ancient chieftain’s face twisted. “That is... repulsive.” But his brow did rise. It went down pretty smooth, all other things considered. 

[grandpawolf]

romansienna​:

Why had he dressed up as Batman? The costume was heavier than he could imagine, he had already started to sweat. It seemed as everyone else had gone with more simple costumes. He looked around the room he stood in, eyes widened a little, insane that someone had managed to do this. Roman’s head turned towards a man who stood near by “Do you think only one person did all of this? This must have taken weeks”

🐺 ― Ansel’s head shook. “One mastermind, but many, many hands.” If Lizzie Saltzman had proved anything to the wolf chief, it was her leadership. It was around that time he took note of the young man’s costume. At least it was a vaguely familiar image, but he still couldn’t place what it was.