Sophie Deveraux

"I lost my faith. Then I realized that if I didn't believe, I would be letting you down. I tried to get it back. I tried."

[bluesmemethings]

various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

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[lasttruevampire-blog]

A deep frown settled on his face and his brow creased as she spoke. “I don’t understand how. The witches have never been subservient to the vampires. How can he make you not practice magic? And how can he possibly know every time that magic is used?”

He exhaled slowly, knowing that he was better off ending the justification of his absence. She was more than just a little angry with him and he knew that he deserved it. There had been something between them, even if it had just been physical.

He opened his mouth to tell her that that was not the only reason he was there, but he decided against it- at least for the time being. He followed her out the back of the building. “Sophie, I’m sorry,” he said finally. “Jane Anne did not deserve that.”

[lxstmyfaith]

“You remember that ritual? I mean, I know fucking was more our thing than talking, but I’m sure I brought it up. It went wrong, it’s all fucked. And Marcel, he jumped on it. So he’s got us all under his belt now.”

She was more than angry. And not just at him. She was angry at herself, more than anyone. She’d put her trust in all the wrong people. Her coven. Marcel. Him. And now innocent girls were dead and the witches were all fucking Marcel’s bitches. And her sister was dead... 

She kept walking, assuming he would follow. All she had left was finishing this plan, the one she and her sister had agreed one. Get the Mikaelson’s to care, get them to control Marcel. Get Davina back and bring the girls back. 

“Don’t- don’t apologize to me,” she growled. “Just. Just come see this girl. And you can... you can take care of Marcel, you can take the girl, and go. That’s all I want from you.”

And if her heart hurt at the thought, at the idea that he might do exactly that, well fuck her heart. It didn’t get a fucking say.

[morallymikaelson-blog]

It seemed Elijah was certainly going to need to get her drunk before he managed to get any answers out of her. If he ever managed to get any answers out of her. Still, he was more than happy to supply them both with more liquor. His day certainly made him need more drinks, his brother being the one that managed to do that to him, nothing new. When he was around his brother he managed to find himself quite irritated. 

“If I did I wouldn’t be here.” He told her, drinking all of the bourbon in a single gulp, before deciding the bottle should just be left for them. 

“Death. Destruction. War.” Elijah offered, a shrug rolling off his shoulders, turning to look at her. “You might need to be more specific in your inquiry.” 

[lxstmyfaith]

Sophie took the bottle that he'd had left for them and poured a shot, downing it easily, wiping her bottom lip as she swallowed it. Her eyes closed as it burned down her throat. And opened them again as he answered.

Death. Destruction. War.

Of course.

"So I guess things haven't settled down?" She'd maybe... hoped. Even as she ran from one place to another. That things would calm down for her people.

"How many people are dead? Witches? Vampires? Is Marcel... he's still alive? You're, uh, family?"

[lasttruevampire-blog]

  Elijah chuckled at Sophie’s reaction to his mouth on her. When her hips rocked up, he smirked and his tongue moved to seek out her clit, brushing roughly against it before he gave it a little nip with his teeth. A moment later, his tongue was once again slipping into her.

His hands gripped her hips and he pulled her closer to the edge of the bar, his mouth continuing its eager work on her. He momentarily pulled away from her to glance up at her face before returning to his previous work.

[lxstmyfaith]

She should have known he would be good with his mouth, fuck, she’d practically been counting on it. And he did not disappoint. Her back arched as he tongued her clit, making her shake, and a soft whine of complaint left her as he moved his mouth. But his hands gripped her tight, pulled her so close to the edge she almost thought she’d fall off and a grasped tightly in his hair as if to steady herself. 

“Oh fuck,” she gasped out, and it was more in response to the way he looked at her than to way he was eagerly eating her out. “Fuck, Elijah,” and that was for the way his mouth worked her over. 

Her gut tightened, her legs were shaking, toes curling. She couldn’t catch her breath and he was pushing her towards an orgasm so fast she thought she might pass out.

[debonairoriginal-blog1]

He shrugs, & for a moment, she can see true sadness on his face. “There is little that can kill us, Miss Deveraux. Sometimes a dagger to the heart is worth it for a few hundred years.”

[lxstmyfaith]

Sophie’s gaze softened and she took his hand. She pushed the plate of food away and shifted closer to him. “The dagger shouldn’t be an answer,” she said quietly. “I don’t get it, Elijah, you and your brother, and why you’re still here. Still doing this. Except that you’re in love with Hayley. And you need Hope.” Wooing her, he’d said, but she could only take it so seriously, knowing full well where his heart actually lay.

[lxstmyfaith]

kinda want a verse where Sophie didn’t die, but she ran and got herself into some trouble and ended up being with the Strix coven.

[laheysrp-deactivated20161230]

crazy, stupid, love sentence starters:

“ you were right, i shouldn’t have eaten all that bread. ”

“ no puppy eyes, you little maniac. ” 

“ you’re not talking, and that only makes me talk more. ”

“ if you keep talking i’m gonna’ get out of the car. ”

“ just for the record, i think about you… while i do it. ”

“ i’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate. ”

“ i did, i jumped out of a moving car. ”

“ i don’t care, i love him. and given the opportunity, yes, i would have his babies. ”

“ friend to friend, ew. ”

“ your life is so pg-13. ”

“ don’t you think you’re a little old to be using cheesy pick-up lines? ”

“ i can’t take my eyes off of you. that’s a fact, not a line. ”

“ you’re a double negative. ”

“ i hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, i’ve developed like a little… crush. ”

“ i just wanted to say… shit. ”

“ i don’t know when you and i stopped being us. ”

“ i’m a total stranger, how would i know something so intimate about your life? ”

“ you’re getting drunk on watered down vodka like a fourteen year old girl. ”

“ i don’t know if i should help you or if i should euthanize you. ” 

“ i’m gonna’ help you rediscover your manhood. ”

“ what happened to your feet? ”

“ are you steve jobs? are you the billionaire owner of apple computers? ” 

“ you have a mom butt. is that what you want? ”

“ stop slapping me. really. ” 

“ i wouldn’t touch you. if my life depended on it. ”

“ how you are doing this wildly sexy, yet unbelievably cute thing that you’re doing? ”

“ you ran in the other direction when you saw me coming the other day. ”

“ love is for stupid assholes. ”

“ god, would you put on some clothes, please? ”

“ my schwanz is in your face, if it’s not bothering you we gotta’ bigger problem. ”

“ you want me to fight someone? ”

“ go away. please don’t come back ever. ”

“ you are the perfect combination of sexy and cute. ”

“ you’ll learn to love me, i promise. ”

“ you know i’ll kill him if he hurts you. ”

“ i’m glad we switched babies at the hospital. ”

“ i’m so mad at you for what you did. but i’m mad at myself too. ”

“ you fight for your soulmates. ”

“ he scares the shit out of me. ”

“ i was trying to move on. but i don’t want to. you’ve always been the only one. ”

“ i thought that you were gonna’ propose. ”

“ do you still find me attractive? still wanna’ take me home? ”

“ no. i am sexy. i am r-rated sexy. ”

“ i am here to bang. we are gonna’ bang. ”

“ take off your shirt. ”

“ fuck! seriously? it’s like your photoshopped! ”

“ thank god i’m drunk. ”

“ i don’t want your slutty money. ”

“ no way. break up right now. ”

“ i will mess you up! ”

“ go big or go home, right bud? ”

“ i’m sorry for being a dick. ”

“ i’m in love with her. i love her. ”

“ i think it’s fantastic that you’re a better man. ”

“ there is no such thing as one true love. ”

“ i met my soulmate when i was fifteen years old. ”

“ because when you find the one, you never give up. ”

“ i brought a firearm from a shitty site. i’m prepared to shoot you in the face with it. ”

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Sophie Deveraux

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a mother’s love.

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[lxstmyfaith]

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“I lost my faith. Then I realized that if I didn’t believe, I would be letting you down. I tried to get it back. I tried.”

[kinda3vil]

witches stood for something.

[morallymikaelson-blog]

Elijah followed her lead and took the shot, setting the empty glass on the bar top as he looked at her. 

“Sophie.” He greeted, finding a smile come across his face. “Now that we are reminded of one another’s names…” 

He came to take a seat, calling over the bartender for another drink, find the silence between the two would hardly be favorable. “Care to tell me what Sophie has been up to? Or will such information take more liquor, which I can most certainly provide.”

[lxstmyfaith]

She still couldn’t quite believe it was him she’d managed to run into But somehow that seemed like her luck. Since using her supposed death to get the hell out of New Orleans it had been one run of bad luck after another and somehow she’d just started to believe she was never supposed to leave in the first place. Or maybe the ancestors were torturing her. Punishment. For not believing.

She snorted, shaking her head a little, but she didn’t answer until new glasses had been set in front of each of them.

“More liquor, if it’ all the same to you and you have nowhere more pressing to be,” she answered finally, looking him in the eyes. “You could catch me up in the mean time.”

[lxstmyfaith]

talkofvirtue:

      It wasn’t anything loving or kind. It was hard and dominating and more like       another  one  of  their  arguments.  They both battled for control, toying with       one  another. Somehow it made it more enjoyable to him. There didn’t have       to  be  the pretense of feelings or a future; he felt in the moment with Sophie.       Neither quite knowing where it would head and neither really caring either.

      The  hard  edge  of  his  hand  pressed  against  her throat as she arched her       body  up  into  his.  Her figure warm against him, pressing in the right places.       He moaned for a second against her mouth - until her fingers were in his hair.       She  tugged,  catching  him  by  surprise at the jolt of pain from his scalp. He       wrenched  backwards  a bit from her pull, breaking their kiss, and he growled       low in his throat at her.

      In  a quick motion he moved his hands, each one catch the back  of her thighs       and  lifted  her  legs  around  his  waist before slamming her back into the wall.       More fighting than foreplay, but either turned him on with her pressed into him.

At the moment she didn't care what it meant or might mean or could mean. All she wanted was the release. The pleasure. The moment. She'd spent years away from New Orleans losing herself in the moment and she needed that now. That she was taking it with him, of all people, all things, really only turned her on more.

He pulled away and her lips remained parted, wet, she licked her tongue over them as he looked at her. A shudder running through his body as he growled and her fingers wanted to grab his hair again, pull, see if she could wring that noise from him again.

Self preservation had her legs going tight around his hips as he lifted her. The air left her in a strangled moan, her back slammed into the door. At this rate she'd be covered in bruises but she didn't care. Let him leave marks. Let her ache after. She arched, arms above her for leverage, hips rolling. She was already wet, hot between her thighs and aching for more than this. A hand returned to his hair, a smirk on her lips as she tugged again, lips roughly finding his.