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@thirdoriginal
Her weight is shifted in their lap, and her eyes fade back to hazel; her fangs show beneath her lips, and her hands move up to play with their tie. “ Color? ” It’s soft, and so is Hayley’s touch when she presses her forehead against theirs. “ And where do you want me to bite? ”
mooonstoned:
“ And I’ll handle it. ”
“ Make sure you do before the vampires want our heads on sticks. ”
“ We’ve got a problem. ”
thirdoriginal:
a silent raise of their eyebrow at her words. they hadn’t been informed. but then again, no matter how much they’d like to think of it, they are not hope’s parent. hope has heritage from three supernatural factions, hayley is of two of them, and has no idea how to deal with the witch part of hope's life. to be fair, neither does klaus. only freya and their brother kol had an affinity for magic. ’ i think..that there’s a lot going on inside of her, hayley. and that is neither of your faults. i’ll never understand werewolf instincts as much as niklaus or yourself but - i’m sure you’re doing your best. you always are. ’ one of their hands is gently reaching to brush fingertips over her knuckles. before moving to take her hand in theirs. ‘ and she knows that as well. ’
“ I just don’t want her to end up like we did. Trying to deny any part of herself because she thinks it makes her fit into some sort of mold. ” She knows anger issues come with the werewolf gene. She’d gone through her own. But she doesn’t know how that acts with Hope’s magic. There’s a beat of silence, and Hayley brings their joined hands up to her lips, kisses their knuckles. “ I appreciate it, I do, I don’t want you to think I’m brushing you off. ” They’re one of the few people whose input she does value, at least when it comes to Hope. Her hands move up to cup their cheeks, and her forehead rests against theirs. “ You know that right? ”
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hand swiftly moves from their blazer pocket to catch the towel thrown at them. ‘ i do believe something is frustrating you, ms. marshall. ’ while their eyes look towards her, their hands are folding the fabric in their hands and then moving to place it down into the pile of folded clothing. ‘ would you like to tell me what’s on your mind ? rather than taking it out on the linens ? ’
“ It’s everything. ” She’s exasperated, and there’s some vague gesture of her hands as she tries to find the right words. “ Hope got into a fight. ” Which is -- not exactly the right phrase, but it fits for the moment. “ And I don’t know if it’s from me, or if it’s from Klaus, or both -- ” Nevermind that there is another side to her daughter that she will never understand, that she can’t help with. “ I just -- want to make sure I’m doing the right thing for her. ”
@thirdoriginal
“ Oh, you don’t have to -- ” The towel that’s caught her ire is dropped as she tries, again, to fold it. She blows her hair out of her face, tossing it wordlessly at the Original. “ It’s fine, I’m... fine. ”
yes um...elijah is here for a kiss. or several kisses. also just to be around her. both. both is good - ( @thirdoriginal
@thirdoriginal
“ Come here, pretty boy. ” There’s an amused smile playing at her lips, as she reaches up to cup their face, let her lips meet theirs -- she moves to pull them into her lap, nose brushing against their cheek when she pulls away. Her free hand moves to their hair, and she strokes through it idly. A kiss is pressed to their forehead. “ You know you’re not bothering me when you want attention, right? ”
@thirdoriginal
She enjoys mornings like these. When she can drink in the domesticity of it all, where she can just enjoy the fact she has someone she loves pressed against her, that things are calm and quiet. Kisses are pressed, feather-light, at their shoulders and neck, her arm around their waist; her teeth stop short of their skin. Not pressing in -- just enough to scrape at their neck if she were to move her mouth. “ Morning, you. ”
@thirdoriginal
Her fangs are lowered, her breath quiet -- if Hayley had to pick something that got her going about all of this, perhaps it would be the trust involved. Not necessarily the show of a claim over him; while they both know it poses no threat to Elijah, werewolf bites are never pleasant. The glow around her eyes fades, for a moment, as she looks up. She moves their hands to her hips, something steadying that he can squeeze if he wants her to stop, and a there’s brush of her nose against theirs. “ Color? ”
@thirdoriginal
He’s lingering in a way that Hayley knows means he wants attention. There’s a slight tilt of her head, setting her book to the side as she gestures them closer. She’s gentle as she guides them into her lap, careful kisses pressed against their throat. There’s the slightest nip of teeth at their skin, but she’s careful not to use her fangs -- even if it isn’t as much of a problem as it is for a normal vampire. “ You know I can tell when you want something but don’t want to ask for it, right? ” she teases, forehead pressed against his.
friendly reminder that this is a sideblog to @phoeniiixed until i get a proper pinned post going < 3
friendly reminder that this is a sideblog to @phoeniiixed until i get a proper pinned post going < 3
thirdoriginal:
he hangs on her every word. full attention. there’s a raise of an eyebrow at her words. a clear of his throat. and an aversion of his eyes. elijah doesn’t like to feed off people. and especially partners. doesn’t like the mess of blood. but with her, there’s enough trust. enough security. to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. to make sure he doesn’t go out of control. ’ and what is it you’d like me to say ? to do ? ’ partly a rethorical question. but he has no problem playing a game with her. ’ tell you that i enjoy every touch of your hands ? when you indulge me enough to get me out of my head ? or are you looking for me to get more specific ? ’
A moment of hesitation. She knows he doesn’t like it, that he worries he’ll get out of control. A shift in the way she’s sitting, and her nose brushes against his. Her tone softens, reassuring; she presses their foreheads together. “ I’m sorry, I just got caught up in the moment-- ” She trusts him, but she knows that he doesn’t trust himself. Her fingers stroke the Original’s cheek gently. “ You know I can stop you if you get out of control, but... we can talk about it, if you’d like. Or we can continue, whichever you want. ”
thirdoriginal:
he doesn’t see it as that big of a deal really. he’s able to keep his composure. keep everything under control. yet, he is easily compliant, with her hands on him. her hands are warm. soft. head is tilted up to meet her gaze. and his eyes stare into her’s. beautiful. perfect. a window to the soul. to be this close to her. just her presence, makes him happy. something quite rare to find. his silence is deafening. his throat feels dry. though there’s a slight tilt of his head as he contemplates his words. ’ ms. marshall, i thought you would know that i just want you. it doesn’t matter what you give me. ’
It’s a good look on him. Needy, even if he tries not to let it show-- she likes knowing that she’s the one who can get him like this. Out of his head, as close to stress-free as Elijah gets. Her heart flutters, and the hand on his chin turns his head back to her. “ Flattery is a good look on you, but-- ” It isn’t what she asked. She knows he’ll take what she gives him. And often, she’s all too content to let that be the end of it-- he’s always happy with what he’s given. “ Not quite what I was looking for. ” A tilt of her own head. “ If you’re a good boy for me, maybe I’ll even let you bite me. ”
@thirdoriginal
“ You know I can tell when you want something, but don’t want to ask for it, right? ” Her fingers trail down his cheek to cup his chin, tilting his head up to let his eyes meet hers. Her thumb strokes over his bottom lip, and the other hand moves to his waist, pulls him closer against her. One finger taps lightly, gingerly, against his hip. “ How can I give you what you want if you won’t tell me? ”
@thirdoriginal
The witch in front of them is trying Hayley’s patience. They’re no closer to finding out what they want, and every single word from her mouth seems to grate on every last one of Hayley’s already frayed nerves. Amber eyes flash, despite the smile on red lips, and she turns to the Original. “ Do you mind taking Hope for a few minutes? ” Her tone is sweet, even if one hand is already moving to the arm holding Hope to roll her sleeve up.