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Her brows furrow listening to his words. "Getting on your nerves? You're practically in love with this car." Multitasking talking and driving did not come naturally yet. The focus she has on the task at hand does not dim her excitement, but it does make her more quiet than usual. The longer she drives though, the more comfortable she feels behind the wheel. She sticks to the quiet suburb streets as promised, taking some turns here and there, but avoiding roads that would take them to the more busy town center. Nothing special maybe, but she could taste freedom in a way she never tasted freedom before. It was exhilarating, full of future possibilities. If she ignored the vampires and demons part of her life, anyway. She glances sideways at him for a short moment. Her eyes quickly darting back to the road. "Giles, when did you learn how to drive? Who taught you?" she asks him in a sudden burst of curiosity. She knew he hadn't always been what most people considered a 'stuffy' librarian. Dawn wouldn't quickly forget Ethan, she still had a hard time believing Giles ever had such a friend.

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giles chuckled a bit under his breath, adjusting his glasses that sat atop the bridge of his nose, ❝ oh, i thought i was. until i realized she seduced with me with her shiny color and sharp wheels ❞ he muttered in response, slightly frustrated. he did miss his old car — the one where he seemed to always be able to rely on until it suddenly broke down on him. he missed it, but this will do for now, even if the functionality of it wasn't as seamless as his last car. he settled more into his seat, trying to remind himself that nothing was going to happen with dawn behind the wheel because he was right next to her in case anything did. nonetheless, he kept his eyes solely on the road and watched where she turned, if she stopped at the appropriate signs, and if any pedestrians decided to jump out. he just wanted her to be successful, is what his feelings really boiled down to.

he looked over at dawn when she asked him a question, one he didn't quite expect but was reasonable given the activity they were doing. he cleared his throat, ❝ i-i was fifteen, actually. and my father taught me. it was much simpler back then. now everyone is obsessed with contraptions that are automatic. whatever happened to taking pride in your own doing? ❞ he vented, scoffing to himself … his answer not being entirely truthful, but it was better than talking on about his dark past. dawn didn't need to know about that. he then realized he probably was being a bit dramatic, so he cleared his throat again, glancing at dawn, ❝ you're doing very well, dawn. m' sure you'll get your license without any trouble. how-how does buffy feel about all this? ❞

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sacredslayed

Tears trickle down pink cheeks, feet still as hands are placed on her shoulders, forcing her to stop. She can barely look at him, the guilt she feels. . . it's eating her alive. Hope feels as though she has betrayed them in every sense of the word. They had taken her in when she had nowehere to go, had treated her like one of them even without knowing who she really was and the whole time she had been plotting. She had come close a few times to following through, to killing her brother, but when push had come to shove, she hadn't been able to do it. But did that matter when she'd made the deal? When she'd been keeping this secret? Hazel hues are fixed firmly on the ground as she takes a shuddery breath, bottom lip trembling as finally, she lifts her gaze, head shaking. " I can't Lorne, I can't stay here when I'm lying to everybody, when I made a deal to kill my own brother, and I- I can't tell them. " head shakes again, lowering as she sucks in a breath. Hope swallows thickly, eyes flickering shut to compose herself before opening again, meeting his gaze directly this time. " I know that's cowardly, I'm sorry but I can't face them. "

tone is pleading, begging him to understand. She can't face there reactions. " I'm going to kill Sahjhan, one way or another. " voice is stronger as she declares her intentions. She's already lost her way of getting home, she's going to make things right, even if it kills her trying. " Just. . . wait until I'm gone to tell them? " a pause as she steps backwards, away from him, shifting the straps of her backpack further onto her shoulders. " and Lorne? Tell them I'm sorry. " it's with that she turns, continuing down the hall and out of the hotels doors until she's out of sight, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but make amends. Even if it killed her.

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lorne could feel her guilt radiating off of her in waves, feeling himself becoming engulfed in her remorse so easily. he felt the need to help her as much as he could, but how could he if she was so ready to run, to leave, to give up on everything she had here? he knew the risks she took in being here now; what she was willing to do, or more so, what she was supposed to do but none of that mattered to him now. she confessed, and it was more than obvious that she wanted to make up for her wrong-doings. the only piece she was missing was the fact that she hadn't done anything … not anything permanent, not anything she couldn't take back. she was being too hard on herself. he wished she wouldn't.

lorne shook his head at her words, disagreeing what she believed in, wanting to make her see that she wasn't as bad of a person as she thought she was. he sighed softly, ❝ no, no, honey. you can stay. you should stay! what are they going to think if you just disappear on them? trust me, everyone here has done things they're not proud of, you're not special in that department but every single one of us found a way through it ❞ he reassured her, a sense of urgency in his tone as he spoke. their eyes met, and he noticed immediately that she was serious. she really was going to leave and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

he sighed deeply in disappointment. not necessarily in her, because he could never be disappointed in hope, but more so in himself. he wished he had seen these signs before, noticed that there was something off about the way she was acting, but he was too consumed with his own stuff that it flew right by him. he made a promise to himself at that moment that he'd never ignore another call for help ever again. he nodded at her request, but his eyes rounded out immediately when she suddenly had spun and began walking down the hall and out of their lives. this couldn't be the end. he rushed after her and grabbed her hand, waiting for her to spin before he started speaking, ❝ i'm not much of a fighter, hope. but, there has to be something i can do to help you. before you leave, even after you leave ❞ he stated. ❝ tell me there's something uncle lorne can do to help … ❞

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Hope blinks, staring at him for a long moment with a blank expression, waiting for him to realise that was absolutely not what she wanted. While reckless, she wasn't stupid and from all the stories she's heard of her father's alter ego. . . she was in no hurry to meet him. After a long moment of silence, she snorts, hazel hues rolling in a mixture of irritation and amusement. " I'm not stupid. " she can't help but snark, defensive nature getting the better of her. " That's exactly what I want. " she states, referring to him pretending. " I might be reckless but I don't have a death wish. " lips twitch upwards before expression smooths, coming full circle back to something he'd said. " You were in a fighting ring? " voice lowers, trying to keep it from wavering as she walls herself off from the memories that threaten to invade her brain.

He didn't need to know the truth, about any of it. It was irrelevant to the task at hand ( . . . destroy the arena ). Still, morbid curiosity gets the better of her. Everything she knows about her father is second hand. Angelus, Angel Investigations, his relationship with Buffy, and she's beginning to realise how little she actually knows, how much she craves to know more, a million questions sitting on her tongue but she bites them back. There would be time for that after. . . maybe. She wants to think he'll help, that he'll stick around, but she can't be sure. ( She refuses to get attached to another person who'll leave. ) " So it's getting light out, the upstairs bedroom has blackout blinds, you can take it. " she doesn't sleep much these days. " I have some errands to run but I'll back by nightfall and we can hit the demon bar on 9th avenue. " she shrugs on the beaten old leather jacket that's tossed over the counter, barely spares him a glance as she heads towards the door, before pausing, brows furrowing. " I know a guy, I'll bring you some blood when I get back. "

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angel was taken aback when hope made it obvious that wasn't her intention. thank god, he thought to himself. he didn't want someone else to force angelus out of him again; everyone seemed to underestimate what he was capable of and just how difficult it was to force him back underneath the surface. he sighed in relief, in obvious relief, ❝ good, good. pretending is — good. i can do that, easy ❞ he stated in a fast ramble, briefly twiddling with his thumbs. he chuckled a bit, ❝ i'm glad to hear that. no death wish is … good ❞ he nodded, no longer playing with his thumbs. he cleared his throat, a little surprised to hear that from her, ❝ i was – briefly. but, i helped them all get out. i got some experience in this, so — i can help you. i promise ❞ he asked, curious.

angel was just happy to be by his daughter's side after all this time not knowing her or … not even knowing she existed in the first place. it upset him that faith or her watcher or ANYONE neglected to tell him that he was a father not only to connor but to hope, a daughter — something he never thought would be possible, but he should know better by now. miracles and the impossible happen more often than he thought. he had a lot of time to make up for, he was well-aware of that, but he knew he had to build a bridge of trust before a relationship could happen. he had all the time in the world.

angel looked out the window when hope points out that the sun would be coming up from behind the horizon really soon. he looked back at her when she subtly invites him to stay here in her apartment, to which was his pleasant surprise. does that mean they're getting somewhere? he peered at the staircase and then back at hope, ❝ oh, uh, thanks. you're not gonna sleep? it's your bed, i'm fine on the floor ❞ he offered. he nodded at her information, watching her head towards the door with confidence and determination. he felt a twinge of pride as he did so. ❝ you sure you don't need a hand? i can take the sewers — ❞ he cut himself off. he was being over-bearing, he realized that quickly. ❝ pig's blood is fine. thanks, hope … ❞

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@insufferablemonsters. BRIANNA & BEVERLY.

❝ come on. ❞ she urged her twin sister quietly, tugging her gently by the wrist toward the door. she pushed beverly's sneakers closer to her before she pulled her own on. their father was in the chair, passed out from the alcohol he had consumed and truthfully, it's best to just escape now rather than not. she will do everything and anything she needed in order to keep beverly safe. even if it meant getting hurt in the process.

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beverly was taken a bit by surprised when her sister had suddenly grabbed a hold of her wrist and tugged her to the front door, right past their drunken but asleep father in the living chair. beverly was quick to slip on her shoes and follow her twin in suit out of the house. this was their chance to escape, even if it was just for a little bit. anywhere was better than being stuck in their room; feeling isolated and terrified, wondering when they were going to have a moment of peace. that moment of peace has finally arrived. beverly rushed out the door and looked up at the sun, happy to be outside. she looked over at brianna, ❝ thanks for the heads-up. i was getting a little stir-crazy in our room. where do you wanna go? ❞

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Star embraced Caroline equally tight. Her support made her feel alive, like she was worthwhile, and couldn't thank her enough for everything she'd done for her ever since her arrival in Mystic Falls. There was no way she could have progressed in her recovery if it weren't for the blonde and her unwavering tenacity.

"I'm just paranoid," Star declared, though she hoped David truly wasn't around. No, she was sure of it. He wouldn't come to the other side of the country to take her down. Not after all these years… would he? "I'm letting my old fears get the better of me."

She gave Caroline's arms a bit of a squeeze. Star never sought therapy for what happened to her. As if anybody would believe her story. Did supernatural therapists or psychologists exist? Well, it was too little too late. Besides, she had Caroline to help her, and she did wonders. Caroline had her fair share of struggles from what she'd been told.

After some time, Star carefully released her hold over Caroline, and sighed deeply. "I need a way to not let David - or rather, anyone who looks like David - not work me up so badly," she confessed, her tone still shaken. "I can't let him get to me, even after all these years. I won't let him keep me down. Like... how do you put with Damon, even after everything he's done to you?"

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caroline understood what it was like to lose control, to feel like the whole world was against you. that's why she was determined to be by star's side no matter what she did or what she was doing through. she needed a friend now more than ever, and maybe even caroline did too. she was feeling pretty lonely around here, and having star by her side was enough support to make her feel a bit better about being lonely. caroline's hands rested on each of star's shoulders, listening to her as she spoke. she sighed softly, ❝ totally understandable. he's a narcissistic psycho who's trying to get to you. don't let him win ❞ she replied, patting her shoulders once and then proceeded crossing her arms over her chest.

she gave star a smile when her arm was squeezed in a reassuring manner. the friendly contact felt nice, caroline was glad she trusted her to aid her in this journey of bloodlust control. it all boiled down to the hold that david had on her. they needed to sever that connection they had — it was easier said than done, though. sires knew the kind of power they had over the vampires they turned. but she had every confidence that star was strong enough to break free from him. the blonde nodded a bit as star vented, ❝ you won't, i promise. it just takes — some self-control, some discipline, which i can help you with ❞ caroline reassured her. she rolled her eyes at the mention of damon, sighing deeply. ❝ damon and i aren't exactly friends, but we get along for elena and i guess for stefan too ❞ she explained, ❝ you just kinda learn to, like — ignore every single thing about them, and soon they're just a noise like a fly that won't stop buzzing around your ear ❞ she joked, laughing a bit. she took in a breath, smiling at star, ❝ you really just learn to forgive but never forget. ❞

#paranormaljunction #paranormaljunction: caroline forbes x star.#❝ 002. caroline forbes. / threads.#❝ 000. caroline forbes's main verse.#out for a walk ... bitch. | queue.

hi all you beautiful people !! so one of my goals for tumblr rp is to be more active on discord so i mainly can have better friendships with my mutuals and have more in depth plots !! i think to help me achieve that goal is to remake my discord account since it is soooo disorganized, chaotic, and jumbled. i think a fresh start will help encourage me to be on there more often !! basically mutuals may ask for my discord name so we can start plotting, chatting, and having fun !!

just as a side-note: i'm also going to be remaking this blog (omg don't say it because i know ... again?! but i really need to. the tags are fucked up, etc. it'll make me feel better) but that won't happen for a hot minute because i'm going to take my sweet ass time in making sure everything is exactly how i want it before releasing it lmao but that'll be announced TBD

i'm also in the midst of making a multi-muse oc blog, a wolf pack oc blog, a vampire oc, & another oc. most of these ocs are old characters that i want to bring back and have been missing BAD the past couple months. again, won't be released for awhile as i'm taking my time with their blogs.

ALL IN ALL big things coming but at a great distance ahead !! for now i'm just chillin' here !!

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" Tragic. " her tone is teasing as she sighs dramatically. She takes note of the way he leans closer, an easy smile pulling at her lips as she meets his gaze. He smells musky, like expensive cologne, nuances of spices mixed in and she breathes in his scent, the comforting yet tantalising smell enveloping her as she meets his gaze. They're so close she can feel the electricity between them that's always been there, it tingles at the closeness, buzzing between them and she finds her breath catching. She's glad when he takes a sip of his drink, allowing her space and she inches back on the bar stool, turning to her own half empty glass and downs the remenants. " I'm sure. " she chuckles at his defnese, not truly buying it. She's sure it was a mixed affair, a case of stepping on toes until one of them blew their top. . . Something the Salvatore's and Mikaelson's seemed to have in common— their tempers. Her gaze searches his for a moment, unsure what she's looking for before nodding once. " Yes, I hear their mother has risen from the dead and they're all undaggered for the first time in a millenia. " she drawls, doing her best to sound casual, like she's not digging for information. Tongue curls against the roof of her mouth, making a clucking sound. Gaze gleams with mischeif as a thought takes hold. " I hear they're holding a ball. " she muses, head tilting. " I assume you hold an invitation? " a brow raises as a grin splits across her face. " and I was thinking of crashing it, be my date? " she raises a brow, eyes widening as she gives her best take on 'puppy dog eyes' as she stares at him, having no doubt he'll agree.

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damon had to admit — he really did miss this banter between them. it was unlike anything else he had with anyone else, and he wouldn't want it with anyone else, anyway. she was a one of a kind, something special, and he knew she knew that too. he could see it in the way she carried herself and presented herself. she was absolute royalty, and that's why damon treated her as such. he smirked a bit at bryn's response, ❝ very. very, very tragic ❞ he replied, his voice smooth. he took his sip of his drink and noticed the way she sat back in her seat to compose herself. his eyes traveled from her head to her toes, just so he could drink in everything that made her as gorgeous as she was. did he still get to her, he wondered, but he wouldn't ask. he didn't want to be too much on her; he wanted things to feel natural between them.

damon laughed softly, smiling against his glass. she was too smart for him; she had always been too smart for him. he shrugged, ❝ they did, i swear. i wouldn't lie ❞ he teased. he sighed a bit, ❝ yeah, original mother is awake and ready to play. thought i've seen it all but now the original brandy bunch has taken over mystic falls. what else can they throw at us? ❞ he shook his head a bit, annoyed at the thought of them. all they've done is hurt people he cared about and caused chaos in a town he had thought was his but he was mistaken — clearly. he looked over at her at the mention of the mikaelson ball, surprised at her words but he wasn't disappointed — quite the opposite. he tried so hard to not smile, but he held back … as much as possible. the dimples on his face said otherwise. he pursed his bottom lip and nodded, ❝ i'd love to. should i bring a corsage? ❞ he joked, smirking. he desperately wanted to reach over and touch her hand, but he held back. he was letting her lead their dance. ❝ i'm curious. is there a reason you're wanting to go to their fancy little party? does little b have business with the mikaelsons? ❞ he asked.

#obl1tus #obl1tus: damon salvatore.#❝ 002. damon salvatore. / threads.#❝ our life is just one big proverbial coin toss. ❞ | damon salvatore. / season three verse.#out for a walk ... bitch. | queue.

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CAROLINE FORBES ♡ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, 8.08 We Have History Together

#❝ 001. caroline forbes. / mirror.

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the strung up and spanked comment stops him, temporarily, in his tracks, brows raising in bemusement. the tales of william the bloody & angelus were dark tales indeed. it made sense they continue to be as colourful as they are now. throat clears a beat later and he shakes it off, head moving from side to side before feet move once more. ＂ hey, now. whatever you & the former boss get up to when i’m not around, that’s your business. ‘m not one to judge. ＂ it might not be how spike intended it, but doyle can’t resist. he’d been trapped in a hell dimension longer than he can remember; let him have some fun now he’s back in the land of the living, communicating with entities who aren’t there solely to maim, torture, create suffering. ＂ but i think we’re gettin’ a little off topic here. ＂ as entertaining as the distraction might be. he’s missed that. a playful banter, here and there. he always thought if he got out, he’d share that with angel or cordelia again, but angel has changed. former friend feels distant and former crush? she’s gone in a way that hurts his heart to remember. maybe that’s why it’s important to him to find a win with spike. he needs the new purpose just as much as the blond vampire. he needs to know he came back for a reason.

gaze momentarily drops to the threatening finger in his face, slowly nodding to confirm understanding. ＂ aye, i hear. hard not to when ye’ paint such a pretty & vivid picture. ＂ such threats might’ve unnerved him before. doyle wasn’t always naturally brave, even if he showed up when it mattered. however, he’s different now. death changed a person. how could it not? ⸻ triumphant smile dares to tug at lips when spike seems to accept the offer and he clears his throat, stepping aside for them to start moving again. ＂ y’know … not to split hairs, but y’were supposed to say i’m game. would’ve been a lot more fun. poetic even. ＂

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needless to say, spike was a little embarrassed at the comment he made. he didn't mean for it to sound the way it did, but that didn't prevent his cheeks from heating up with a rosy pink tint and causing his eyes to avert away from doyle in hopes the other wouldn't see straight through him. the last thing spike ever wanted was to be perceived as weak — he was anything but weak. spike quickly narrowed his eyes in annoyance at doyle's words, ❝ aye, angel and i never were intimate, alright? ❞ he immediately defended, then pondered, ❝ except for that one time — but that was under extreme circumstances. you know what? i don't have to explain myself to you. we're movin' on from that subject. no more ‘bout spike’s past ❞ he stated firmly, gesturing with his hands as he spoke with seriousness laced within his tone. he took in a deep breath, ❝ yeah, we are. movin' on ❞ he repeated, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather trench coat, glad to see doyle understood. there was a mutual understanding between them now and now maybe spike can see them working together. it won't be as easy to gain so much trust between them. he was still wary and cautious; after lindsey, he didn't know what to think.

they began walking side by side in search for the girl that was in trouble but had no idea what was coming for her. it was weird, playing the part that angel was supposed to be playing. spike wasn't some dark avenger that angel liked to play. he didn't do things for the good of others! he only did things that benefited him! … right? he glanced over at doyle with raised eyebrows, ❝ m' sorry, must've lost my script for superhero in the bloody mail ❞ he responded with sarcasm dripping from his tone. ❝ d'you even know where we're goin'? where this girl is? what's after her anyhow? i'd like t'know what we're walkin into, not much for goin' in blind ❞ he asked, sighing deeply in frustration, looking ahead as they walked together.

#frstsoldier: spike.#frstsoldier #❝ 002. spike. / threads.#❝ why am i back? ❞ | spike. / angel season five verse.#out for a walk ... bitch. | queue.

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buffy was extremely nervous and felt out of place here on her first day at university. she had been used to the way things were for so long that being out of her mom's house and not having the same teachers, not seeing giles here at school, was so out of the ordinary for her that she felt she was in such a shock. you'd think the vampire slayer, the chosen one, could handle anything but when it came to change … that scared buffy. the blonde gave her new dorm mate a soft smile at her generosity, ❝ thanks … i appreciate that ❞ she replied, nodding and setting the rest of her things on the bed she had originally picked upon coming in. she continued to hang up her clothes from her suitcase as they got to know one another, the conversation flowing easier than buffy had anticipated, ❝ wow. a house full of siblings? i was the only one — only child, i mean. i'm not used to — all of this sharing ❞ she explained, chuckling awkwardly under her breath. she turns to look at aiden over her shoulder, ❝ you should come to the bronze with me and a couple friends tonight. willow is cool, she's really nice, you'll like her. xander is — well, he's a guy, but he's kind of like one the girls, you know? ❞ she joked, a soft laugh passing her lips. ❝ it isn't on the great part of town, but we don't have a whole lot of town around here, if you couldn't tell. here, actually. well, i grew up in los angeles, but me and my mom moved down here back in high school. just been us. where are you from? ❞ buffy asked, curiously.

as buffy finished hanging up her skirts, her leather jackets, and cardigans, she zipped up her empty suitcase and placed it on the top shelf to store it. she then takes a moment to make sure her chest is placed neatly and covertly underneath her bed. hopefully her new dorm mate wasn't the snooping kind because there weren't many discreet spots to hide her slayer weapons at. buffy takes a seat on the edge of her bed, looking up at aiden as she spoke, ❝ mechanical engineering is cool. impressive. cars and buffy don't mix ❞ she chuckled, gesturing with her hands. ❝ i … don't really have a plan yet or any idea at all of what i want to do ❞ buffy exasperated, looking down in her lap for a brief moment. ❝ stories are fun or — poetry. i don't know, though. ❞

#halliwellauto #halliwellauto: buffy summers.#❝ 002. buffy summers. / threads.#❝ well you were myth taken. ❞ | buffy summers. / season four verse.#out for a walk ... bitch. | queue.

carltongrimes

HE CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT HIS FATHER, keeping his remaining eye focused on his feet. he's ashamed, angry with himself for yelling at rick. he hasn't snapped like that in a while, the last time he did rick wasn't even conscious. so carl's only half listening to what his father says, only half paying attention to the apology. he hears 'i'm sorry', but it doesn't really set in. he wants to go home, but only because he thinks it's what rick wants. it takes carl a moment to process what rick just asked him, but once he does, he nods. ❝ yeah, sure... ❞ he's already exhausted, but deep down what he wanted was to actually go out on a run, and he'll be damned if he lets a headache and throwing up get in the way of that. he puts his seatbelt on once more, doing his best to sort of curl up in the passenger's seat of the car as he rests his head against the window.

❝ sorry for being an asshole, ❞ HE'S ALREADY APOLOGISED, but he feels like he needs to again. the guilt he feels from upsetting rick is immense, he's never liked upsetting his parents. but for some reason, and he can't figure out why, he's always angry and just wants to yell at everyone. no matter what he does or what he asks denise, he doesn't understand what's going on with him. she says it's a brain injury, but she 'doesn't know the extent of it'. but that doesn't make any sense to carl, he lost his eye, the bullet didn't go into his head.

HE'S AWKWARDLY SILENT AFTER THE SECOND APOLOGY, just staring out at the road through the front windshield. the poor kid hasn't been socialised all that well, and he's not really sure how to properly express his emotions. so instead of continuing to say anything to rick, carl's going to sit there, replaying the moment he snapped at his father over and over in his head until it's the only thing he's thinking about. he's done this before, subconsciously given people the silent treatment. the last person he did it to was enid, because he didn't know how to tell her he didn't want to hang out with her and he doesn't like her the way he thought he did. that's been a thing that's been happening for the last week now. so now he's going to do the same thing to his father. he sits there, shuffling around in the passenger's seat as he tries to get comfortable, picking at the loose threads on his shoes once he pulls his legs up onto the seat. god, why can't he just say how he feels ?? why does he have to be an asshole to everyone ?? even michonne's pointed it out, 'you're being really mean, carl, is everything okay ??' NO !! IT'S NOT !! EVERYTHING FUCKING SUCKS !! but it's no one's problem but his, he's not bothering anyone. that just makes him feel like he's a burden.

insufferablemonsters

rick hated how strained and difficult their relationship was sometimes — well, most of the time. maybe even all the time. a large portion of that was due to the fact that rick was simply over-protective of carl. not only because he wanted to make sure his eldest son was safe from the dangers that surrounded them every day, but also protective over the childhood that was seemingly slipping through carl's fingers without him even really noticing. of course, he was older, an adolescent at this point, but that didn't matter. he shouldn't be worrying about protecting innocent lives by the use of firearms and blowing the heads off of dead things that invaded their once safe homes. he didn't want carl to carry this burden on his shoulders; he wanted to carry it for him. it seemed carl didn't understand that, or maybe he didn't care. rick wasn't sure, but all rick knew was that the more he denied what carl wanted to truly do, the further he pushed him away. he'd rather him be by his side protecting the walls of alexandria rather than missing and never speaking to him again.

rick shook his head lightly at carl's soft apology from the passenger seat. his hand reaches over and squeezes carl's shoulder gently — a sign of reassurance and comfort. ❝ it's alright, son. i was a bit of an asshole too. probably who you got it from cuz it sure isn't your mother ❞ he replied simply, offering carl a half-smile in hopes it'd lighten his mood a bit. he didn't want carl to feel tense or overwhelmed the rest of their trip. this was rick's opportunity to mend any fences he had broken during their journey together.

rick could feel the heaviness of the silence that surrounded them within the confines of the car. he wasn't sure why they weren't talking anymore. it couldn't be just because they got into a sort-of screaming match right before this, right? did rick say something that couldn't be forgiven now? his negative thoughts were swirling around his head like a non-stop hurricane, and he wasn't sure how to approach this situation. should he speak up and ask what was wrong? or should he pretend everything was okay between them? he wished he knew the answers. these are the vulnerable moments within rick grimes' mind that he felt he was an awful father — a clueless one, one that had no idea what he was doing. he glued his eyes on the road ahead of them, focusing on the rapidly passing white lines in hopes time would pass faster so they could get to their destination and hopefully start over. there was a specific place rick wanted to ransack, but during their drive, he happened to see an abandoned dollar general on the side of the road by a gas station. he wondered if it had been stripped of its materials yet — more than likely it was, but it didn't hurt to stop and look. he pointed the building out to carl, ❝ how long has it been since we've seen one of those? ❞ he spoke up. once they arrived in the parking lot of dollar general, he drove up quietly and chose a spot close to the entrance … in case anything goes awry. he places the car in park and gets out, going around the vehicle to open the door for carl. he places both hands on his hips, ❝ you should get your gun out, hold it up and be ready for anything. could be nothin' in there but could be a whole lot in there ❞ he added, ❝ i know you can handle yourself, carl. we got this. ❞

#the way theyre both thinking about shit about themselves ugh like father like son #carltongrimes #carltongrimes: rick grimes.#❝ 002. rick grimes. / threads.#❝ we'll survive. i'll show you how. ❞ | rick grimes. / season five verse.#out for a walk ... bitch. | queue.

frostwoven

────── His smile was not well met , while Jenna was trying her best to keep her head above the water she knew realistically that she was no match for the original. "I'm no auntie of yours - let alone in a position to be the favourite". His flattery would not gain her trust.

"If I knew where she was-" The redhead began, mentally trying to recall the locations of potential weapon in their kitchen , just in case things went south. "- I wouldn't tell you anyway".

insufferablemonsters

klaus found jenna's attitude towards him endlessly entertaining. he enjoyed pressing every button he was able to find just to see what kind of reaction he was able to elicit from her. she was cute, fearless; he found it intriguing. he chuckled lightly under her breath, a wicked grin spread across his lips, ❝ it's quite adorable how you continue to challenge me. you're a brave little thing ❞ he pointed out, his tone suave.

his humored, flirty smile had suddenly faltered at her next words. he didn't find them as endearing as her previous ones. his eyes suddenly narrowed at her and his nostrils flared, ❝ there's only so much i'd tolerate, luv. hiding such secrets only ends your demise, or your niece's. perhaps even your nephew's. what's his name again? ah yes — jeremy. ❞

#multiroyalty #multiroyalty: niklaus mikaelson x jenna sommers.#❝ 002. niklaus mikaelson. / threads.#❝ feel like making a deal with the devil? ❞ | niklaus mikaelson. / season two tvd verse.#out for a walk ... bitch. | queue.

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