We were lovers in a past life.

I can still feel you in the winter night sky. I see you in the shapes of the clouds. I sense you in the goodness of other people and the kindness they extend to me. var sc_project=11697769; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="0fee846c";

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Fame < Infamy || Caroline and Z

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Caroline‌:

❝ Nine…nine hundred and — and ninety two. ❞ She repeated the words slowly, trying to process it, trying to believe it. But she couldn’t. It was crazy, right? There was no way in hell that this could be happening. She’d probably…probably drank too much. Even Bonnie the ‘witch’ had to admit that it was insane. Sure, maybe vampires existed. But they didn’t live to be nearly a thousand. And sure, Z had always seemed a bit out of this time, but that was her charm. That was who she was. That was what made people love her. She was classic and traditional and wise and gorgeous and ethereal and….undead.

❝ Right. ❞ Caroline’s voice was somewhat higher, head nodding almost frantically as she started pacing across the apartment. She needed to do something. Keep herself busy. Clean. She needed to clean. ❝ You’re a vampire. And you’re…almost a thousand. ❞ A laugh bubbled up from her chest and she shook her head, throat closing nervously. ❝ Are you serious? Because if you’re joking, it’s not funny. ❞ Especially when it had to do with vampires. Vampires, which her dad had been obsessed with. Vampires, which Bonnie’s grams had always been going on about. Vampires. Oh god. This couldn’t be real.

“I wouldn’t joke about this. I mean. I know there are plenty who would. But not... in this manner. And I sure as hell wouldn’t use it as a way to tell you to keep that woman out of your house.” Z huffed a quiet laugh and took a drink from her glass, staring down at the floor. “I might have had a thing for you for years, but jealousy is not my style. Especially when you’ve never shown interest in females before.”

Because why not get all the truths out into the open. It wasn’t as if this was going to come as any greater shock than the whole immortality bomb she’d just dropped. “If and when you’re ever ready, I can show you proof. But please... make sure you’re actually ready. Having a vague notion that my kind exist is one thing. Seeing... I... I want to inform you. I don’t want to scare you.” The fact that Caroline hadn’t demanded that Z get out of her house was, she supposed, a considerable tally in the win column. Her heart rate had increased. She was clearly anxious over it all. But there was no yelling. No screaming. And, as of yet, no sign of Caroline quitting her job -- not that Z particularly expected the customary two weeks notice in this instance. “Whatever you believe, I hope you know I will never hurt you.”

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Rebekah‌:

Z seems to have worked her magic quite well and Rebekah is already impressed. Not that she had ever doubted that she could it done. But seeing it play out makes her excited for everything that will come afterwards. it might just be enough for them to successfully pull this off and make it count. It might even make their time here just a touch better.

She returns her smile as she lifts her own hand to touch her hair. “ I’m glad you’ve noticed. “ she enjoys how light this talk could go and the teasing look in the girl’s eyes.

Her arms fold across her chest. “ Men. “ she mutters because honestly they really do think they’re worth so much but she supposes it’s worth it if i means getting away from this place. “ As for where to keep it… “ briefly she thinks on it and then eventually she smiles. “ There’s a place in the laundromat. I think it might be perfect. “

anymore, it seems... second nature, a default setting within her to flirt her way through any conversation. not that rebekah isn’t beautiful. she is. and this isn’t the first time that zandra has noticed. but there are rules. about women. about races. hell, even about inmates -- though that is easily the one most overlooked. “you’re a hard woman not to notice,” she says simply, letting her hand fall away. 

when she hears someone coming, z looks over her shoulder to watch them pass. there is work to do, she knows. actual work. z’s been put in the library this week. next week she’ll rotate somewhere new. but her internal clock tells her they still have about twenty minutes until she’s expected there. “show me?” she steps aside to give rebekah room to move past her. “so i know where to take stuff when it comes in?”

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Snapshot || Min-Jee & Z

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Min-Jee‌:

Min-Jee already had the feeling they were going to get along well, if Z’s lack of immediate shyness spoke anything. People tended to either draw up into themselves or push themselves to the limit of their cockiness and be as overly friendly as possible. Min-Jee was a fan of neither.

Rarely did people simply glance around before settling into comfortable eye contact. Certainly rarely employees did – even less so potentially employees, worried about offending the boss by not acting like a submissive wolf. “The Trevor Project.” Once you were a publicly LBGT+ member of society, you had to do a lot to stay in the good graces of your group. Minimal amounts of allies were left, especially for trans women, and she had to work hard to be beloved. Not that she didn’t genuinely care about the charity and want to support what they were doing – of course she did. But the show of it wasn’t motivated by that.

Notes was good, and Min-Jee smiled her approval before sliding off the desk to walk around and sit in her own chair. There had been no point to taking a proper seat while she was still unsure how long she’d be willing to devote to the meeting. Z was clearly a competent women, though, and that meant Min-Jee was willing to spare the extra minutes. “First time something this grand, but I’ve worked with them a lot in the past.” Amit Paley was a friendly acquaintance, although not much more. They were both too busy for an actual friendship to be feasible between the two of them.

The request got a simple nod in return, Min-Jee hadn’t expected anything less. Although potentially not asked for in such a matter of fact and confident way. “Do I?” Need was an interesting word, although Min-Jee let a teasing lilt of her voice carry through. She had no intent to attack Z for her knowledge nor experience. Just, perhaps, poke fun at the surety with which Z spoke and imply some appreciation of it.

Min-Jee’s eyes flitted to Z’s throat when she swallowed, dragging back up to her face afterwards. It wasn’t a to her reaction she was unused to, but one that surprised her from Z. “I’ll see who has some spare time. I’m sure quite a few would love the shot at being models for a day.”

She leant back in her chair, tilting her head thoughtfully. “The public is very torn on me.” Had been ever since she came back from her ‘grief vacation.’ “Which is why we work to help ease them in the right direction. I’m sure you’ll be a great help, in that.”

With the beautiful, two-word challenge: Do I?, Z had pulled up short and her cheeks colored a little with a blush. “Ah,” she looked down and smiled softly to herself. “As you can see... Often working freelance gives me the opportunity to frame and create images on my own terms. And I’ve never found that putting things delicately has ever proven beneficial for my clients. Maybe for me. Because sometimes I... well, a lot of companies decide to go other directions after they’ve met with me. They find another photographer who is gentle with them. Delicate. Who coddles them. And though the pictures might be gorgeous, they don’t put the right message out there, and, ultimately, they do nothing for those companies but waste their money.

“I have no intention of wasting your money.”

While listening to Min-Jee speak, Z didn’t obsess on keeping eye-contact. She looked up frequently, nodded when it was appropriate, but she kept notes. Sometimes verbatim. They wouldn’t be quoted, of course, in any of the brochures, but they would give Z a running reminder of the kind of woman Min-Jee was. 

“The trick with someone like you -- and I mean that in a powerful CEO who does have a tricky reputation with the public -- is to not overdo it. If it looks like we’re trying too hard. If it looks like you’re trying too hard. It will only hurt your image by making you look desperate and weak. And, judging by the limited interaction we’ve had, I don’t believe that’s an image you would ever want. Largely because it wouldn’t be an honest representation. 

“But you are, if you’ll permit me to say, more. You are more than the average woman. You are more than a CEO, more than how the public see you, how your employees see you, and honestly, more than any picture will ever be able to capture. And that is what is so disconcerting for so many. It makes you difficult to relate to, I imagine. Which is what strains the...

“Sorry. I should treat this more like the interview that it is. I want to show the world that they can relate to you. That they can stand behind and support you, because you will do the same for them. And I believe I can do that for you. Your employees, yes. I want pictures of them. Because this company, while run by you, is more than just you. And it’s good for people to remember that. But also... there’s you.” Z smiled with some warmth and bit on the end of her pen. “There’s you and you... are a photographer’s dream.”

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Fame < Infamy || Caroline and Z

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Caroline‌:

There was a part of her that wasn’t surprised. That felt like she’d heard it all before only…different. As much of a shock as it was, she couldn’t help but think she should be a little more terrified. Caroline swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment as she let the words sink in before nodding once in understanding. ❝ Vampire. ❞ She repeated, reaching up to push a finger through her hair. Vampire. She’d been sitting, having wine and food and girl talk with a freaking vampire. 

It was a lot to swallow. A lot to process. She didn’t even know where to begin trying to understand it. If Z was a vampire that meant that there were others, and she had no idea how common they were, or how dangerous. ❝ So you…you don’t…die. ❞ That was what she meant by immortal, right? ❝ I mean because technically you are, right? How— ❞ The question lodged in her throat before she forced it out. ❝ How long have you been a vampire? ❞      

In all fairness, Caroline was handling this remarkably well. They hadn’t even gotten to the point of why Z had hired a body guard in the first place. Or what the fuck she was going to do when the world stopped joking that she aged better than Dave Navarro and started to see that she hadn’t changed in years. Haircuts and the like, at least for the time being, seemed to appease most.

As Caroline worked it out, as it settled into her consciousness like a corpse a bag of wet sand, Z sat patiently. She nodded at the first question, parted her lips as if to speak, but then just settled for the rest to come. “Winter Solstice was the date I was turned. Or... I guess the date I turned myself. Not for any ritual, mind you. That just happened to be...” Focus, Z. Answer her question. “This year will be...” She counted on her fingers. “Nine hundred and ninety-two years.”

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The Spy Who Dumped Me (2018)

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Snapshot || Min-Jee & Z

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Min-Jee:

In general, Min-Jee does try to avoid spending too much time in the public eye. It makes her shareholders antsy, and she’s been implicitly accused of caring more about her modeling and activism then she did about her company more than once. They’d been easily shut down, but she had been forced to take a few steps back.

One of those steps involved doing more on-site shoots for magazine covers, and she usually tried to have at least one name drop of her company be in any articles written about her so it was at least showing she always had it in the back of her mind. Wasn’t as though she spent longer days at the office than anyone else did, or took scarcely any vacation days, or had pulled the company through the dregs of obsoletism into a new frontier of technical advancement. No, all that mattered to them was that her time spent around cameras was more frequently at one of the buildings. Men.

Min-Jee had almost forgotten about the arrival of a new photographer that day, given she hadn’t gone home the night before and thus the fact it was that day at all was only partially in her head. Still, it was hardly the worst thing to get surprised with, and she made herself back to perfect presentability before buzzing for Z to be let in. 

Min-Jee smiled, accepting the hand and inclining her head in a soft showing of respect. “The pleasure is all mine.” Her photography had been beautiful, something truly realistic and life-like in their quality that Min-Jee found was lacking from a lot of photographers she worked with.

“Ah, yes.” She supposed Z was probably expecting a different sort of job offer, given that portfolio. “There’s never anything to be gained by lack of experimentation, though. And it’s clear you’re excellent at your job, so there’s no point in not taking a chance on you.” Landscapes did still speak to the type of eye someone had, after all, and that was the same eye regardless of what the lens was pointed at. 

Min-Jee extended an arm further into the office before she walked over to her desk and hopped up to sit on it, glancing towards one of the seats in front to invite Z to sit down. “Vision – this is one of the rare times I’m not entire sure I have a specific one.” Hiring a specific photographer had been strongly recommended to her. “Mostly a trail run, and if it goes well, you’ll become my first call. This is more about me learning your vision and how you capture. This project specifically is for a charity gala announcement, though, so do with that what you like.”

As a general rule, Z wasn’t intimidated by many people. After all, what could they do to her, given the world’s ultimate lack of belief in her kind. But this woman was something else entirely. She gave off the kind of confidence which Z had only really seen in one other woman. It was impressive, especially for a human and Z found herself smiling in response and found herself shifting her demeanor because of it.

Though she took care to meet the woman’s eyes, Z also allowed herself to look around the room to get a better feel for this particular CEO and the company. High accomplishment. Profiting. But if they were participating in a gala, then it was important that they also came across as generous. Z slid a finger along the edge of her lips, smearing none of her lipstick, as she thought about the possibilities. Pictures were about perception. 

“What charity?” she asked first, reaching down into her bag to pull out a notebook and pen, which she chewed on the end. It was more a distraction from the subtle, smooth heartbeat she could hear than it was a nervous tic. “And is it your first time working with this particular organization? Or is it a frequent partnership.” Z uncrossed and recrossed her legs, finding a position a little more conducive to writing her notes.

Her light eyes darted up after a couple more notes. “I want you to let me photograph the actual gala, as well.” It was, perhaps, a bit early to be making her own demands. But, well, confidence bred confidence. “Because the tired old pictures of people on red carpets and candid shots of big smiles and expensive jewels? It’s great if you’re going to the Met Gala, but I don’t think... You need something more.” Z watched Min-Jee, trying to get a better read on her. But everything that she outwardly projected -- her confidence, her poise, her strength -- seemed to be held just as firmly inwardly. Her pulse was strong. Smooth.

Z’s mouth watered.

She swallowed and looked down once more. “As for the announcement. I can have some roughs for you within a couple hours. But I’m going to want some that includes your staff. You have the face a camera loves.” She chewed on her pen again. “I have no doubt the public will as well.”

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tbh Rihanna’s 2010-ish red hair phase changed me as a person

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Snapshot || Min-Jee & Z

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Morning in the city.

It’s been decades since Z has been to New York, though now she can’t remember why. The city offered her something which Nova Scotia had started to fail to do -- keep her anonymous. In the smaller cities or towns, even if she didn’t work, she was known. Which, naturally, meant she had to move on as soon as the comments about her seeming lack of aging started to be voiced. It was a pity, really. She had liked Nova Scotia. 

Much like she’d enjoyed many places before. 

Z double checked the address in the email, looked at the gold placard on the side of the building, and entered through the large glass doors. Zenith Dynamic. She hoped that this company would be large enough that she would be able to keep a job for a while without really taking the chance of being noticed by anybody. But she missed people. Well. She missed the idea of people. In her thousand years, it was rare that she wasn’t disappointed in the final result. 

Her heels clicked as she made her way up to the receptionist. “Z Antonsen for Min-Jee?” she said softly. “I... I’m new.” The directions came and soon she was waiting outside of the CEO’s office. Z double checked to make sure her cellphone was on silent, that her watch wouldn’t ping while she was meeting with the power executive.

As she was called in, Z double checked her posture. Confidence. The country aspect of her former residence had allowed her to get slack in those areas. Z extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure,” she said with a smile. “I know this probably isn’t the move you might expect, but I have to admit I was... a bit surprised to get a call back from you, given most of my photography is of landscapes.” But she had submitted a few photos of people. Seemingly staged, they had all actually been candid. Z was that good, despite her false modesty. It helped that she’d been taking pictures since the damn things had been invented.

“I fully believe that a photographer and a model, if they have the right relationship, can make anything happen, though. So tell me more about your vision. I want to get it right.”

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Fame < Infamy || Caroline and Z

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Caroline‌:

She was pretty sure that nothing good EVER came out of someone coming back out of the kitchen with a knife and a paper towel. Instantly, Caroline felt herself straighten, posture suddenly a little bit more on guard as she looked at the other woman. She trusted her completely, but it didn’t mean she was necessarily ready for what  came next. The blonde watched, in the smallest bit of horror, as Z pricked her finger. A small gasp lodged in her throat at the sight of the blood, only to catch completely when she saw the lack of a wound. 

Bonnie’s Grams’ stories had always been legend. No one took her seriously. The woman burned sage and told her to carry around some weird kind of herb to protect against spirits. She was crazy. Or maybe she wasn’t. Caroline slowly pushed herself up, still feeling a little on edge as she looked at Zandra. There was some sense of vague recognition. A part of her that didn’t feel as surprised as she should have. An age old instinct that flared at the familiarity of it. But she couldn’t put her finger on why. ❝ What are you? ❞

You know what I am, Zandra thought as she cleaned off the blade with the paper towel and set them both to the side. She didn’t rise with Caroline. She didn’t try to touch her or pull her closer or make her sit once more. Instead, she watched as her guard worked through the entire process. Think, Caroline. I told you I could hear her heart. I showed you that I heal. I begged you not to invite her into your home. Lore throughout the centuries has gotten a lot of things wrong, but not all of them. You know. I know you do.

But knowing, somewhere in the back of her mind, and being able to put the word to voice were two very separate things, Zandra knew. “The easier to swallow word, I suppose, would be an immortal.” Z shrugged a shoulder, both hands now resting, folded in her lap. “But I’m sure you’re wanting more specific than that.” Z watched her friend for another long moment, knowing this was likely the last chance she would have to do so. “In simplest terms, Caroline, a vampire. And so was the woman at the door.”

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Rebekah‌:

Rebekah squeezed Zandra’s hand when she took it, pulling the other woman just slightly closer. She wanted that proximity, to feel the softness of Z’s shoulder as her head came to rest on it, still admiring the photo. “Nostalgia always draws me in. Always.” Her cheek brushed Z’s as she let go and pulled away. Time to go.

She laughed as she picked up her bags, and the photo, waving off Z’s hand. “I’ve got it.” And the ring, that sounded nice. “It sounds lovely, that will definitely work for what we’re doing, I think.” Rebekah thought of her New York apartment. The safe, sitting full of jewelry that would go unworn. Closets, clothing in plastic. She had left all behind but for two very small bags. 

“I guess we do. Unless we are stopping in New York, I guess we’ll have to find a pawn shop or something. I may call you sweetheart, just to sell it,” she said, winking at Z on the way to load the car up.

“Just to sell it?” Zandra teased, taking the bags so that Rebekah could grab Hope. “You haven’t forgotten that I was always the sweet one when it came to us.” Her grin was wide, playful, and the dangerous softness she’d shown a moment ago was somewhere buried now.

It didn’t take long at all before all of their bags were tucked away in the darkly tinted SUV and Zandra was standing at the foot of the stairs, watching as Rebekah took each step with care. Z canted her head to the side and her expression was one of true appreciation. “Mother is a good look on you, you know,” she said softly, hoping that it wasn’t a step too far. It was the one thing they couldn’t have. Not really. Sure, they could adopt. But this child was blood and it showed in the way Rebekah treated her.

Doing one last sweep of the house, Zandra returned with a nod. She had a two karat pear shaped diamond on her left ring finger. The silver of the band looked tarnished. Old. But the diamond was still bright. “Which would you prefer. I can look after her while you run inside in New York, if that’s the jewelry you prefer. Or vise versa. Or... If you want the whole scene. You know I’d be happy to take you ring shopping.”

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Rebekah‌:

she’s glad the moment that she sees Z coming towards her. All in a day’s work and she does have to say that some parts of her are downright exhausted. But still she smiles the moment they meet up and flashes her a rather assuring smile as she does.

“ Swimmingly. “ she responds with a nod. “ Officer Blake managed to get in an agreement to all my bustling about. He says that the crate should be waiting out there for whenever you need it. “ she’s sure this will work. Two intelligent heads are far better than a singular one. Besides working on her own would simply be dull in every sense of the word.

“ How about for you? I’m sure it went off without a hitch? “ she has every confidence that she pulled her weight as well. Not that Rebekah much minded pulling her weight where Bellamy was concerned.

“I spoke with Officer Saltzman. He... seemed concerned that I was trying to sell myself. Which, I guess he disapproves of. But he gave me a list of things that we could use to sell the other girls. We could be a better hub for merchandise than the little shop they make us sell our souls for. Cigarettes, shower shoes, books, peroxide.”

Z steps closer to Rebekah and touches the pretty blonde hair of the other woman. “It’s good you don’t have to worry about such a thing,” she says with a playful smile. Mr. Mikaleson, Rebekah’s brother, is just as blond, and so despite the teasing, Z is actually being quite serious.

“I think... He told me I can speak with him later tonight after dinner. Hopefully then I can get him to really put the request out. Even if it costs me a little.” He was attractive enough, anyway. Despite his objections, if that was his price, if it would get her her freedom, Z knew she would do whatever it took. “Within a week’s time, I bet we have a full load coming in. Now. Where do you think we will be able to keep it once it arrives?”

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•hey guys. quick thing. with the new thread tracker update, i’ve gone through and gotten all of my links to the trackers set up. there are links for what i owe, what you owe, and what i’ve answered and queued on my muses page. there are links for each blog. feel free to look through them and (most importantly) make sure that i haven’t missed anything. if i owe you something and it’s not on there then i have lost it entirely (except for the stuff for @thatchergreene, which we’re still working on pulling over from my old blog (i will hold onto those forever, dear.)) please don’t hesitate to come and poke me with a link to remind me. <3 i promise i haven’t left anyone off intentionally.

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Rebekah‌:

Rebekah could see the idea and the pleasure it brought Zandra as it formulated. She could not help her answering smile as she listened to her. Nova Scotia. Who in their right mind would look for Rebekah Mikaelson there? No one would believe it of her, that she’d leave the luxury of her life for a lighthouse in Nova Scotia with her friend. “I know, it never takes much…” she murmured, hating that she must prick her niece’s fingertip yet again to keep them safe.

Thinking on it, she grinned at Z. “You’ll need a ring if you’re going to be my wife,” she teased, getting up and stretching, her eyes going towards her own meagerly packed bags. Most of what she was taking she only took because Hope needed it. “If you say so…” she relented, though she went to the wall and took down a photo of a small creek bed. It was coming with her. “It reminds me of… home.”

Zandra watched with silent appreciation as Rebekah chose a photo for herself. “Yeah,” she whispered in agreement. “That’s why I took that one. I’m often... drawn by nostalgia.” Z reached out and ran a hand gently down the length of Rebekah’s arm, catching her hand. For a moment, she thought about kissing her fingers, but a part of her feared that if they started down that road, it would be difficult to stop. And they needed to get on the road. They needed to get Hope safe. And if she let herself get attached to a Mikaelson again, Z was fairly certain it would wreck her when it ended.

“If your serious,” she said, picking up her bags and moving toward the stairs. She held out a hand for Rebekah’s as well. “I have a ring. Some sweet, naive witch... He made me my daylight ring. And then... gave me another something like forty years later when I found him again. Said he’d bought it for me the night before I’d vanished on him. If it’s weird for me to recycle a ring, then I can go pick up one. 

“We need one for you, anyway.”

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Fame < Infamy || Caroline and Z

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Caroline‌:

She froze for a moment. Not because the words were that shocking, but because they weren’t. It wasn’t like she believed in much of any of it, but Bonnie’s Grams had made such a huge deal about it when they were younger. Talking about how the world they lived in was just a fraction of what it seemed. How terrifying things lurked in the shadows, waiting for the right moments to strike. Back then, they’d all just giggled and rolled their eyes when Sheila talked about witches. But the way that Z said it made a chill run down her spine.

❝ Didn’t have a heartbeat. ❞ She repeated, voice somewhat quieter than it had been before. Her eyes drifted back towards the door, where the girl had been. She’d been kind. Eager. Bubbly and bright and…dead, apparently. ❝ Okay um… ❞ Caroline let out a short burst of nervous laughter, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear. ❝ I mean I don’t think you’re crazy. My best friend was all into witchcraft and stuff but she…it never really meant anything. ❞    

Zandra let out a long, slow breath. This was, admittedly, going better than she’d expected. What she’d been waiting for, though, was Caroline’s question of how Z could even know such a thing. It’s not like anybody could have been able to hear the girl’s heartbeat, or lack thereof, especially from as distant as Z had stayed from her. But the basic information, the simple alive or dead, was the focus of the moment. Z stood and quietly slipped from the living room to the kitchen and back again. When she returned, she had a small pairing knife and a paper towel.

“I want to show you something,” she said softly. The notion of going to sit next to Caroline was strong, but Z didn’t want to frighten her. so she stayed at a distance where Caroline could both see her while also having room to breath. Using the knife, she made a single, long incision down the center of her index finger, catching the spilling blood with the paper towel. Z hissed quietly, wrapped her finger, and then placed the knife down next to her wine glass. When she pulled the paper towel away again, there was no cut, no mark on her skin in any way. “I means something,” she said softly. “Now, my question for you is, would you like to know more?”

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•hey guys. quick thing. with the new thread tracker update, i’ve gone through and gotten all of my links to the trackers set up. there are links for what i owe, what you owe, and what i’ve answered and queued on my muses page. there are links for each blog. feel free to look through them and (most importantly) make sure that i haven’t missed anything. if i owe you something and it’s not on there then i have lost it entirely (except for the stuff for @thatchergreene, which we’re still working on pulling over from my old blog (i will hold onto those forever, dear.)) please don’t hesitate to come and poke me with a link to remind me. <3 i promise i haven’t left anyone off intentionally.

also, if you follow more than one of my blogs, sorry for the dash spam. i’m gonna reblog this onto all of them.•

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Fame < Infamy || Caroline and Z

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Caroline‌:

She still didn’t totally buy the excuse. Whatever it was that had set Z off, she wasn’t sure. But she knew the other woman, and she especially knew her well enough to know that it took a lot to rattle her. She knew better than to push the issue. Instead, she just nodded, settling herself back down and refilling her wine glass.

❝ I think we were gonna talk about your super weird reaction to the random salesgirl. ❞ Her eyebrows arched, taking another sip of her wine as she eyed Z. It wasn’t that she was reckless, she really wasn’t. Her mom had been a cop. Had taught her to fight and take care of herself and do what she needed to do to keep herself safe. But the world only got bigger once she’d met Z, and every day there seemed to be new things to adjust to. ❝ I’ll be okay, you know. I have a gun and…I can take care of myself. Plus she was small. I could totally take her. ❞   

Z sighed quietly. Caroline wasn’t one to just take an off-hand explanation for more than what it was. She was beautiful. But she wasn’t gullible. “Caroline, I... I know. I know you’re tough. And beautiful and smart in any number of ways. But there are things about the world you don’t know. And I don’t, in any way, mean that as an insult. Please... I... I was planning on talking to you about this while we were on this vacation.

“Caroline, please don’t think I’m crazy. But what... would you say if I told you that I... believe in the supernatural world?” She stared down at her glass, then downed what was left of her wine in one gulp. “You want the ruth, you want to know why she made my skin crawl, Caroline? It’s because she didn’t have a heartbeat.”

[keeperofhumanity]

Rebekah‌:

“ Consider it done. I’m sure we’ll be well on schedule. “ she gives the girl a small smile, knowing it seems like. If there’s one thing she’s good at it’s making sure men have a weakness for her and Rebekah is eager to see all of this come into play. “ Also count me down as excited - this is the best thing I’ve come around on for a long while. “

“Meal time, ladies, let’s go!” Z didn’t want it to just have to be Rebekah doing the leg work when it came to the guards, and so as Correctional Officer Saltzman walked past them, she gave a wink to her new friend and then caught up with the man.

“Officer Saltzman,” she said with a sweetness that dripped like honey. “Out of curiosity, what are the top requests you get from the girls. Like merchandise, I mean.”

“Contraband.”

“Such as?”

“Cigarettes. Lotions. Hair dryers. Peroxide. Chocolates. Certain books.”

“And what would someone have to do in order to get such things from you?”

He looked at her as if for the first time. Really looked at her. “Don’t proposition yourself out, Miss Antonsen. Don’t be like the rest.”

“Are you saying that’s what it would take?”

“No. Look. Get to the cafeteria. We’ll talk about this later. And Miss Antonsen?” He waited until she stopped and looked at him fully. “Be wary of the Mikaelsons. They only care about one thing. Themselves.”

Through their meal, Z sat alone and ate quickly, then returned to her cell to start making a list. It wasn’t until their recreational hours that she found Rebekah again. “How’s it starting for you?” she asked quietly. “Any luck so far?”