* MRS. OSBORN !

[manymaria]

ximpius​:

     Tatia dived into her mind and saw the wolf thinking that it wanted to get out. Yet it was not the full moon. Pulsing that to her mind, tatia calmed her inner wolf. Making the pain stop. “—You are not turning . It’s just your mind thinking that . Making your inner wolf think that .“ 

🎭 ― They shuttered, eyes squeezing shut as the pain’s echo rang out. “What is doing this?” The woman would have told them, surely, but in the off chance she had any clue... the Wolf wouldn’t pass that up. Anything that left them out of control meant danger to Maria. And they knew what was causing it.. maybe their fight against it would be easier. 

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@rebornxhybrid​

🎭 ― Whatever this “carnival” thought it was pulling, the Wolf wasn’t buying it. Their search― and ultimately their distraction― to find others suffering from delusions was serving.. too easy. Then they smelled the blood. The Wolf crouched to peer under a bench, following the sounds of the boy’s pain. Their hand helps apply pressure to his bite, calm as a cucumber. 

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@heritic-as​

🎭 ― Ordinarily a very friendly coworker and friend, the Wolf wearing Maria as clothing had elbowed past the crowd and, when caught by Alice’s eye, only coldly stared back at her. 

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onlyalton​:

The cries of the wolf fed deeper into his own delusion, white hot anger flicking down his spine causing movement. Three steps forwards to watch as she crumbled to the ground. Blood trickled from his hands, the red ruining the image his perfect composure as his nails dug deep into his palms. Then the anger left. He observed as her body twisted in pain with a cold curiosity. “Are you protecting her now?” He still felt the blood filling his lungs, but filled his lungs with air to speak despite the fullness in his chest. “Because to me it looks like you’re nothing more than a whimpering bitch who can’t even fight against shadows.”

🎭 ― They grabbed him by the wrist, pulling up by it and flashing golden eyes at him. This was not a real turn, so there were no fangs to bare, but every other sense was firing off and they were glaring up at him in their wildness. “What do the shadows show you, Alton?” Spat like venom. “Are you watching her choke on her love for you?  Don’t you understand that your fear is as real as mine?” There was one thing the Wolf was certain on, and that was Maria’s husband being the death of her. Especially with how much he tried to meddle, like now. Teeth gritted. “Help me up or I will tear the heart out of your chest.” Their strength wasn’t nearly at full force, but the full moon was a few days away, and they were feeling bold. 

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thesuitedstag​:

“I will never give up on Hope. Never.” Elijah replied. “She is my family. She’s my responsibility. I will not turn my back on her.” 

🎭 ― “That’s all she needs, Elijah Mikaelson. For you to never to give up Hope.” 

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Do you feel you can trust your husband completely?

🎭 ― “I do. I’ve never felt this strongly about anything else.”

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thesuitedstag​:

“Yes I will.” Elijah nodded in response. “And I won’t allow myself to fail her this time.” 

🎭 ― Her head fell. “It’s not failure you should be afraid of, it’s giving up.”

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ximpius​:

       “—Listen. This is just a dream of some sort…  but very clever people can hear dreams. So please, just listen. Calm yourself.” Tatiana held on to them. Getting into their head she could see what they saw. “—These desires. These nightmares. This is not real. Not at the moment. Wake up. Snap out of this.” 

🎭 ― The Wolf felt the other’s influence. She opened her mind to the doppelgänger, gripping back almost as strongly ― pulling her in. “Stop the pain.” It was through gritted teeth; her mind convinced her body was turning. She just didn’t have the means to shake out of it alone. She needed to be convinced. 

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onlyalton​:

He let her claw at his chest, as long as she kept her teeth to herself he couldn’t care less what she did. A sneer took over his face, ignoring the way her face was twisting, ignoring the blood beginning to pour from her eyes as he failed to change her. “Not the same thing as you I imagine.”

🎭 ― It was with that the Wolf pushed herself off him, needing the newfound space between to force some air into her tightening lungs. “I think it’s just the ―” she tried to get out before the first wave of pain hit. Her spine felt like it folding onto herself, and her wrists and ankles twisting backwards. The alter let’s out a staggered sob and reaches for anything that wasn’t Alton to hold onto, and fails, stumbling onto the cold grass. “It’s not real. I’m not turning. It’s not..” but it another hit and she’s shaking in her pain and fear. “This isn’t... it can’t.” But it felt real, all of it.

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onlyalton​:

 He caught her form, despite the contempt he felt for the werewolf in front of him the body was still his wife’s. The moment he laid his hands on her, she screamed in pain, but no she had silenced him she wasn’t screaming. The blood bubbling in his lungs filling his throat until he reached his tongue, the moment it did recognized the familiar the taste. Maria. “It isn’t real.” His voice cold and calm despite his mind’s conviction that he was choking on hot blood.

🎭 ― Her head swung toward him. It was, at first, to scold him for catching her, as she was far too proud to ever accept help from him, but he wasn’t acting himself. She gripped at the front of his suit and pushed herself off his chest. She doesn’t let go, instead gripping harder. “What do you see?” They were hallucinating, that much was obvious. But what fears were plaguing his mind, if hers had been so simple as a rising moon?

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thesuitedstag​:

“She is. Out of all the Mikaelsons… well she is the very best of us.” Elijah replied. 

🎭 ― Her smile softened. “And you’ll do right by helping her stay that way.” Maria knew first hand that life could be cruel, and take away a person’s love. It took everything she had and more to keep her kindness ― to not let it be robbed from her.

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onlyalton​:

@manymaria​

        The switch was so subtle that almost anyone else in the world would miss it. The warmth of his wife replaced with a cold impostor. The air felt heavy this time, lead cold blood filling his lungs as he watched the wolf. “What the fuck are you doing?”

🎭 ― For what must have been the first time in Alton’s presence, she felt genuinely disorientated. The switch was sudden, jarring, and the protector twisted her eyes shut ― hopeful for some relief. “Quiet,” she scolded the man sharply, which caused her to stumble and fall against his chest. Why when she peered up at the sky... was there a full moon staring back at her?  Then why, if it had been real, was she not changing? 

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hiraethiisms​:

listening closely, katara hung onto every word that the other was giving her about the creation of the game. it didn’t matter how small, she was intrigued with all of the inventions that came over the last three decades. “it seems some serious strides have been made, when i first came back i thought cars were land ships.” her nose wrinkled, feeling a wave of embarrassment all over again. “you truly are a kind woman, i’ve come into contact with very few others outside of my boyfriend that were willing to help rather than laugh.”

🎭 ― “i think i like ships better. they work with nature, not imitate it.” a little daydreaming maria, smiling at her own thoughts. “a car is just tiny explosions that turn wheels, like a mechanical heart. a ship harnesses the wind.. like we can.” the formal we, of course, as she hadn’t manipulated the weather for herself. her eyes flicked back toward katara. “thank you,” she said, heart swelling some. “assholes are a dime a dozen, no matter when you’re from. it’s more about tiny brains than tiny hearts.” her smile stretched wide.

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thesuitedstag​:

Elijah listened and nodded. “Yes, I intend to. She had dealt with so much all on her own and that ends now.” 

🎭 ― “I’m glad to hear it.” Hope’s home life might not have been any of Maria’s business, but she wanted to see her succeed. So as much as she could’ve easily scolded the Mikaelson for taking such a calm approach, her words were warm, and encouraging. “I can see you care about her very much. Thank you. She’s a sweet girl.” 

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hiraethiisms​:

it was strange, all of the new inventions in the last three centuries took getting used to. “this game is rather fun, something good for anger i assume.” she said, a smile growing on her face when the other woman validated her swing on the mole. “thank you! i’ve never played this one, but it seems to be wildly popular.” she said, missing a mole that popped up but swinging for the next. “you’re a good teacher.” 

🎭 ― “we call it hand-eye coordination training,” she explained further after a sweet nod. the future held less strive to survive behaviors and more recreating their primal instincts in things like toys and games. “it’s a classic. let me see.” her curious little eyes moved to the phone she pulled out, tapping at the screen. “1971. wack-a-mole's nearing sixty years old now, wow.” not much of a feat for the ancient witch, but still fascinating. maria smile again. “thank you. i.. really do enjoy teaching. it comes from my love of learning.”

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onlyalton​:

Ten years, ten years of knowing how warm her love felt, of knowing exactly how his stomach and heart would twist and flip each time loving hands came into contact with his skin. A decade of being spoiled by her and still was taken back by the deep well of love that he had made for her in his busied mind. “And you have me, love, always.” Pressing their foreheads together he took a moment to lace his fingers in hers, only pulling away when she made her decision. “You’re a romantic at heart truly.” His tease was soft, nudging her forward to lead the way if only physically.  

🎭 ― “You spoil me, Alton, and tolerate this romantic heart of mine...” Her lips curl in a joyous smile, fingers curling around his. “It’s every whim.” Maria didn’t ask everything of her husband, but she knew she could if she so chose. Her smile shines bright as she pulls away with him, twisting her body forward and leading her dear Alton toward the rides’ bright lights and into the line for the ride. Her body felt drawn to his, her form pressed against him.

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hiraethiisms​:

@manymaria​

“so the whole purpose of this game is to whack the rodent that comes up?” katara asked, a brow lifted as she questioned it curiously, the small mallet in her hands and she gasped when a mole popped up and hit it a little harder than necessary. 

🎭 ― “pretty much,” maria encouraged her. “moles are crafty, and pop out of holes. perfect for a game about timing and mallet wielding.” she seemed amused by the way she put it, so she laughed, and again when katara whacked the mole right on the head. “you got him good!”