A Warrior&#x27;s Spirit

Stefan had remembered when all of this was still popular. This whole genre picked up after the Civil Rights movement, quite a time to enjoy yourself, honestly. The nostalgia sweeping over him was undeniable, but he tried to hide his small smirk.

"It can’t hurt too much, I suppose." He admitted, taking a deep breath before he actually showed some moves.

"I’m never doing this again, though."

#theconstantwar #;answered #Anonymous

Odessa's eyes widened as did her smile, "It never hurts to dance," she said, watching him dance in glee. "That's too bad, but no worries, we still have a lot of different musical periods to dance through," she said.

#theconstantwar

"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now. I refuse to dance to this..." Stefan admitted with a small smile as disco music suddenly filled the room. (theconstantwar)

Odessa grinned, letting out a chuckle, "Oh, come on, it's not that bad," she said, waving the male over, "Just forget what kind of music it is and just dance," she smiled.

Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Can you be anymore obvious?"

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”  ”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Like you even care."

"Little too late, don't you think?"

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Obviously there is something between us."

"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Quiet, I am trying to think."

"Relax, I have a plan."

"Really?"

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."

"Very good, you had me fooled."

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

#;memes

I'm kinda sick and tired of hearing my roommate sigh (rather loudly as if she wants me to hear) and moan & groan (again, loudly as if she wants me to know)...

Rather than doing that, focus on getting your lab done...Jeez...Just because I'm doing it doesn't mean you have the right to rush me to finish...Mine isn't even due until 2 and a half week later...yours is due this week...

#outofjasminetea

New Home, Newer People || theconstantwar

Stefan felt as though a barrier had been torn from in front of him, taking his first step towards Odessa’s home as he spoke up.

"Chairs sound great, actually, and no, I’m not from around these parts. I’ve traveled quite far many times in my life, so let that be said."

He now worried that by her inviting him into the home, this could become problematic in the long run. Should he ever desire blood, he could easily go right in now that he has permission. If it ever came to that, he’d flee—like he always has.

"What about you? What brings you down here? Seems we’ve both arrived around the same time."

"Independence and solitude," she promptly quipped. "I've been living with my parents a little too long now so I figured it was time I assert my own independence and move out. Plus, it a lot closer to the university than having to commute long ways home," she continued, leading the male towards the said chairs.

She had wiped the dust off of them earlier out of boredom so it was the only piece of furniture in the old house that didn't have dust on. As they walked past the living room, in proper light, one could see the shape of a human on the dusty floors, where Odessa had been laying.

"Solitude because my brothers lack discipline..." she frowned, "Not to say that they aren't mannerly or whatever, it's the noise they create and the hindrances they provide when I am trying to go on with my life...I swear, they may have paid the drivers to be late..." she shook her head.

"Please, sit," she gestured, smiling at the male.

"I intend on bringing my dog here next time when I've finished settling down," Odessa nodded. "A better companion than my brothers will ever be." she finished.

"How about you? What brings you here?"

New Home, Newer People || theconstantwar

Stefan gave a polite nod at her thank you and felt a small calm sweep over him. Maybe this town wasn’t so bad after all given that he wasn’t the only newcomer. It took some willpower here as a dryness clawed at the back of his throat. He’d have to feed soon, somewhere in the woods, of course.

Glancing at her hand, he reached out and gave it a gentle shake. Inside, he felt a jolt of shock as he realized just what she is, her grip rather strong. There was something different about her, but he knew all too well the looks of a natural predator. Still, he wasn’t here to cause trouble, so perhaps this didn’t have to end badly. Instead, he gazed thoughtfully at her, finding her voice rather pleasant.

"Odessa? That’s an intriguing name—actually, a few cities are named for it. I’m Stefan—Stefan Salvatore, a pleasure to meet you, Odessa."

He saw her checking her watch, his brow raising slightly now.

"Waiting on your truck, I take it?"

"Pleasure is mine," she grinned. "They..are quite late," she muttered, "I hadn't expected to arrive before the movers but I did." she sighed, eyeing the road.

"And to be quite honest, I'm getting quite impatient and rather bored without something to do," she continued, returning her gaze to Stefan."I would leave to explore my new surroundings but I need to supervise the movers so I have to stay." she shook her head.

"I want to call them and ask where they are but I don't want them to feel rushed and have something happen to them on the road here," she said.

A brief silence feel from Odessa before she changed the topic, "Are you from around here?" she asked, out of curiosity. Then it hit her that it was stupid for them to stay outdoors and speak like this...Especially if she had chairs to sit upon inside the house and perhaps much better than standing in the sun...

"Would you like to come in? I lack beverages to serve but the previous owners did leave some chairs," she offered, taking a step to the side.

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I swear like a sailor

I learned that people think I am the most unfriendly person in my first year dorm

I love doing labs but hate writing reports

I want to play volleyball

I'm not the most interesting person you'll ever meet...

Tagging:....none...

#outofjasminetea

New Home, Newer People || theconstantwar

A drifter never truly has a home, just a place to rest his head. Stefan’s life consisted of satiation and movement anymore, peace becoming a foreign concept as the claws of a monster raked his mind asunder. He wandered from place to place, but he could never stay long. Years, if he was even lucky. People would eventually notice he didn’t age or something else would ruin his brief calm.

He now resided in Beacon Hills, something drawing him here—some primal force. He couldn’t resist the lull of the city as much as he tried. There was just something about this forlorn area that captured him.

He was walking down the street, hands in his pockets and a stern expression masking his intent. It was then he noticed this person, also a newcomer by the looks of it, moving in. His manners told him to introduce himself, help her, maybe just welcome her to town, but he knew what such things could lead to…

Still, he noticed her phone fall out of her back pocket, luckily undamaged. He picked it up, walking up to her doorstep and standing in the entrance. He knew entry would be impossible without invitation, so he waited there and called out,

"I’m sorry to interrupt you, but you dropped this outside. I would think you wouldn’t want to lose it, right?" He asked, a small smile crossing his lips as he held her phone up.

Odessa blinked before her hand went to her back pocket, "Oh my God..." she said, "Thank you so much! I'm so unfocused today..." she continued, placing a hand over her heart, it was an exaggeration on her part but honestly, with nothing set up in her new home, her cell phone was her only communication device to people outside. She took the device from the male with a smile, holding it in her hand now rather than putting it in her pocket.

She was getting really weary on waiting for the truck and she hadn't really seen anyone walk by since she arrived so to see the male was a surprise to her.

Odessa didn't mind the solitude, heck, it could be a good change for her...After all the chaos her brother gives her. Some silence and peace in her life would be just awesome but at the moment, it was quite lonely for her. She had wanted to bring Sammy along with her but with the fact that her home would be messy for a few weeks, it'd probably a good idea not to have a dog be running around the house yet.

"Oh! Haha, I totally forgot to introduce myself..." she said, holding out a hand, "I'm Odessa, people call me Dessa or Des, whichever you prefer." she waved to the empty house behind her. "As you can see, I just moved in, Or...partially moved in since I'm still waiting on the movers," she frowned, checking her watch.

They're...late...

#outofjasminetea #I already flipped them the bird...with both hands...they didn't see...#my roommate ran away when she saw me flip the bird...#seriously...just stfu already fucking douchebags

Ha...Haha...Hahaha....

Seriously...

Yay, party all weekend...

But like, some of us uni students have no life and we spend it studying like closet somethings...

So calm yo party animal, move to the next closest field and party and yell there....

I'm sick and tired of not being able to think or do anything with the noise...

I'm about to throttle them...

New Home, Newer People||theconstantwar

Her eyes glanced over the scenery as she stood on the porch of her new yet yellowing home. Arms akimbo on her hips, she was waiting on the movers to bring her furniture and boxes...She didn't think that she'd arrive way before the movers did but she did and now she couldn't do much but wait...

Odessa fiddled with the phone in her hand before sliding it back into her pocket and stepped back into the house to resignedly sit on the floor and stare into space.

"Should have kept the box of books and things in my car...Then I'd have something to do..." she muttered to herself, letting herself fall backwards onto the rather dusty floor. "Or in the very least, the radio...But nooo, dad had to pack it away in the truck." she grumbled.

Throwing her arms out so she laid flat on the ground, she looked at the ceiling and the sun rays that spilled into from the open window. Why was she moving? Well, simply it was just closer to her university and she was 26...and counting years old so living at home sounded kinda dumb...

Her brothers and father tried dissuading her but her mother supported her decision...After all, she needed to be independent. It wasn't until a deal was struck that she was finally allowed to go house searching and found one she (and her family) was content with.

Eyes shut, she listened to her surrounding, tapping into her other-worldly senses. When she heard a slightly crunching of the gravel on the driveway, she shot up from her sitting position and twisted her body to look at the window to see who it was, only to fail...She stood up and made her way to the front door again...Was it the movers? Please be the movers....