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diana meade ● twenty beacon falls witch ❝ It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. ❞

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ofmiserys:

“At least this town has a good coffee.”

“One of it’s few redeeming perks.”

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Diana: heavenly, divine, related to dyeus (Zeus); Diana was the Roman goddess of the moon, hunting, forests, and childbirth, identified with the Greek goddess, Artemis.

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ldunbcr:

“So my dreams are trying to tell me something? I’d be pretty curious to hear what they have to say.”

“Well they could be, I’m not saying that are for sure. Sometimes dreams are just dreams. Any specific ones you’re curious about?”

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unbalancedbanshee:

Lydia nodded with a smile and began to walk away, but hoped that Diana would follow, obviously. “It isn’t too hard to figure out, once you know what kind of girl she is,” Lydia smirked, revealing the stash of booze laid out right on the table in the living room. “Probably upstairs with a guy,” Lydia joked, smiling a bit as she poured Diana a drink. 

Diana faltered briefly, then followed after Lydia. The brunette tilted her head to the side and smirked. “Well at least she knows how to throw a party,” she mumbled at the array of alcohol spread on the table. “Sounds like she’s turning into Faye.” What Diana remembered of Caroline didn’t exactly discredit what Lydia was suggesting, but it didn’t prove it. “So anyway how are you? Are you liking being free of high school?”

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ldunbcr:

“Weird question. Do you think there’s any merit to the weird shit we dream about?”

“I wouldn’t put too much merit into anything literal, but in an abstract way, maybe. Sometimes our subconscious is telling us things we don’t want to hear in ways we might listen.”

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ofplaidshirts:

“I know because I see it in visions, and those visions turn out to be real.” Sam knew his physic abilities were difficult for anyone to fathom. If he could convince her of the truth, he could save someone’s life. “I’m not the one about to die, that’s not how it works.”    

Diana shifted on the spot. She’d heard about scrying and other forms of divination, but what Sam was describing sounded like a completely different realm. “Okay fine. You’re not going to die, but what would me leaving gain you? Maybe I can help if I stay.”

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ofmiserys:

“Something like that.” The story was a bit more complicated but Diana didn’t need to know. “Rebecca.” Seemed better to give the girl her real name. “And thanks. Nice to see a town so…welcoming.”

Diana laughed lightly. “Welcoming is one word.” She paused. “It’s hard to hide in a small town like this. People like to keep up with everyone else’s business.” Diana took a deep breath. It was a trait she was readjusting to quickly. “It’s nice to meet you, Rebecca. So, are you planning on staying in Beacon Falls long?”

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unbalancedbanshee:

Lydia smirked a little and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not Lydia Martin for silly reasons,” she challenged, watching Diana attempt several positions to see if Lydia’s handiwork would hold. It did, thankfully, and Lydia was fairly impressed with herself. “I work best under pressure,” Lydia smirked, shaking her empty cup in her hand. “Speaking of DRINKS, can I get you one?”

Diana tipped her head to the side in resignation. Fair point. “Good to know,” she added lightly. Diana smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great. I’ve yet to find where Caroline is keeping the booze.” She looked around the house. “Actually, I’ve yet to find Caroline even.”

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ethicalelijah:

“Quaint little town isn’t it?”

“Only if you mean quaint as in charming. There’s only so much around here that’s old fashioned. Given how small Beacon Falls is it can be pretty up-to-date.”

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evolvinghale:

“Now that would just bring too much pressure on a good samaritan anyway.”, he attempted at her words with a chuckle of his own. Derek shrugged off his black leather jacket, leaving him to wear blood red henley as he extended the jacket to her, “So I’ll let you hold onto that until someone here is able to find a solution. And that is only understandable.”. He made a point to pay more attention to her smile instead of the exposed area below her head, “Sometimes casual is overrated.”, he cleared his throat, in all means to keep it cool and casual.

Diana could feel her cheeks get warm as he took of his jacket to give to her. “If it makes you feel better, I think you giving me your jacket makes you an even better samaritan than just holding the elevator for me.” She nodded along and smiled. Diana slipped his jacket on. “Thanks,” she let out a small laugh. “You’re right. Casual can be overrated.” She bit her lip and extended her hand, which was mildly engulfed by his jacket sleeve. “I think an introduction is probably in order by now, I’m Diana.”

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alicestroubles:

“yeah, I got you.” alice dug her hand into her pocket, pulling out various things, hair pins, ties, clips, a pocket knife, before finally finding a safety pin, “I’m the mary poppins of pointless shit, you’re welcome.”

Diana’s eyes went a little wide at the rare possibility of someone actually being able to save her dress. “Really? Thanks,” Diana smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief. “Wow,” she muttered at the sight of all the things. She gingerly took the pin. “You must come in handy a lot.”

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ofplaidshirts:

The woman’s voice sounded familiar, as if he’d met her before. He was too preoccupied to ponder where he heard the voice from. It wasn’t until he glanced upwards her identity hit him. Diana. “Look I don’t think, I know. I can see deaths before they happen.”

Diana looked around them as he spoke, as if she’d spot someone about to be murdered. “But how do you know?” Even for being a witch, Diana was largely a person of logic. “Sam, I’m not leaving you here if what you’re saying is true. What if it’s you that’s about to die? I’m not going to leave you here alone.”

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scootxmccool:

“Really? I’m always ruining my shirts.” Usually with rips from claws or blood, but he decided that wasn’t the best conversation for a Christmas party. “My mom has to keep stocking up in case of shirt shortage.” Scott glanced up from his shoes when he heard the zipper zip closed. “Yeah, flashing isn’t, well, it’s not for everyone. Kind of hard to pay attention to presents and snowflakes when there’s, you know –” He stopped talked and shoved his hands in his pocket, foot meet mouth. “I think it looks good,” he nodded towards his jacket, deciding his best course of action was to change the subject. “I don’t know a lot about this kind of thing, but I’m pretty sure black goes with everything.”

“I’m usually more prepared for these things. Not that my dresses break often, but usually I’m not wearing the type of dress that would break like this.” Diana smiled at Scott. “Well I bet your mom has better style than my dad,” she replied instinctively. For a moment Diana’s face fell thinking about her father. She hadn’t spoken to him in… she didn’t want to think about it. Diana’s eyebrows shot up. A slow smile crept over her face. “Exactly. I personally like snow better.” Diana brushed some of her hair off her shoulder. “Thanks, again. I really do appreciate it.” She cast a quick look down at the jacket. “I think it works.” She laughed. “So other than being stuck helping me, have you been having fun tonight?”

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girlxblunder:

Elena shook her head and ducked a little too late. She wiped the snow off of her head and tried to look intimidating. It was a hard feat when she couldn’t stop laughing. “You don’t know what you gotten yourself into, Diana Meade. You are in for a world of hurt,” she hummed, bending down to scoop up some snow. Her fingers were freezing, but she hadn’t ever minded the cold. It was a nice distraction. Laughing and throwing snow at her friend was a nice distraction. But distractions, they could only last so long. “I’ll have you know that I was crowned the snowball champ of Beacon Falls in ‘02. All thanks to this baba,” she flexed her arm and then launched her snowball – so maybe champion was a bit of an exaggeration. She barely hit the edge of Diana’s arm. 

Seeing Elena laugh only made Diana’s smile grow wider. Since coming back, it almost felt as if she hadn’t genuinely smiled. She laughed as she watched Elena flex her arm. As she snowball was thrown, Diana curled her body to try and protect herself and felt the snowball hit her arm. She brushed off the snow and started on her next snowball. “For being a champ over a decade ago, that wasn’t bad,” Diana teased. “But there’s been room for a new champion since then.” She felt like a kid. A kid who never lost her parents, never found her book of shadows, never let her heart get broken, never left. “I’m here to claim my title!” she giggled, launching another snowball, and only a few moments after, throwing the second one she’d made discreetly.

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unbalancedbanshee:

“I wouldn’t count you out,” Lydia laughed, smirking a bit as well. “Oh, wow, I must not pay attention. Or I’ve had one too many… Diana, right. Well, nice to meet you, or re-meet you.”

Diana quickly countered, waving her hand. “Don’t worry about it, it’s been a few years since I was even at the school myself.” She smiled back at Lydia. “The same to you.” Diana inspect her top a little more closely to ensure it wouldn’t just pop open on her. “You really are pretty impressive with this,” she noted. “Especially if you think you’ve had one too many.”

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ofmiserys:

Misery didn’t exactly know anyone here. “Uh, the Winchesters. Related to the Argents if you know who they are. Other than that, no one. Not exactly from here.”

“Sam and Dean brought you to this party?” Diana’s eyebrows lifted. She’d run into Sam already, but hadn’t been sure they’d stuck around. “Well regardless, you’re here now. I’m Diana, welcome to Beacon Falls.” She smiled at the stranger.

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evolvinghale:

For a moment Derek felt like scene was exactly like one of those sitcom moments in a poor comedy series. The werewolf wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t a man; his expression flattening from its normal compose for a split of a second. He cleared his throat and definitely met the eyes of the woman he could recall meeting before. “Unfortunately you’re not in luck with me this time.”, but he was trying to think on a spot, “Do you… Want to borrow my jacket?”.

Diana laughed unevenly. “I suppose good samaritan doesn’t equal my hero in every scenario.” She gnawed on her lip for a moment before nodding. “Maybe just for a minute?” She wrinkled her nose and tried to smile with more confidence. “I’m sort of hoping someone here might be able to find a solution, but I also don’t really want everyone to see, well, everything.” She cleared her throat. “This is big jump form casual conversation in an elevator.”