Lights, they blind me.

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garden play.

#t: garden play #!as it once was #salvatorecrow

salvatorecrow—

“I suppose it would be just that to some. But the waterfall itself is ever renewing, ever changing. Each time I gaze upon it, it’s no longer the same.” Just as he had returned to a distinctly different home, what was once known had shifted. She had arrived, and with it Mystic Falls had been roused from its previously state of stupor.

Her resounding inquisition already had her singled out. The other ladies of the county would simply have agreed to his statement and proceeded on, dismissing the acts of what him and his brother did to mere rowdy behavior. “My brother and I love to leap over the falls into the pools below. There’s that one moment, just before you hit the pools below — that’s when I feel most alive.” His words had taken on a certain feverish, fascinated quality, when he gazed once more towards the tumbling waters. Turning back towards her, he noted her discomfort, and his hand instantly gestured to the shade. “Please.”

Large branches thick with leaves preserved a natural coolness below, fortified from the severity of the coming midday sun. The irony of seeking out sanctuary in shade swept over her like a strange aurora. Returning to the dimness she had only recently been released from, it brought about a sudden conciousness of the pendant that was hanging at her throat. “You have a rare mind, Damon. Few people think as you do.” The horror of seeming uncivilised overran every organic urge that a human could possess. Even those who may do such things as jump into the water from high above would seldom speak of it, and never to a woman. As she sat, her skirts pooled around her quite evenly and she patted the grass close to her. “Sit with me.”

“I may join you one day,” she gestured to the waterfall. “If you can keep a secret, that is.” The life in her voice took a dry and understated form, something that matched the subtle quirk of her thin brow as she seemed to look at him knowingly. “I suspect that you can, given that you’ve yet to ask why I have no chaperone present.” Those last few words filtered out of a misbehaving smile, bright and scarcely seen. Katherine went on to whisper the unpopularity of her opinion. “I don’t care for them. They irritate me.”

I'd like to turn the whole world on just for a moment, just for a moment.

Edie Sedgwick

Rummage Through Riddles

#!lost along the way #t: rummage through riddles #salvatorecrow

salvatorecrow —

( A N G E R ) was a fickle, unwieldy persona, violent when sharpened. In it’s trail, it left an article of clothing here, smashed pictures in another corner, each providing a false, fragmented image of its owner - his progeny - as he rummaged through her master bedroom. Isobel had been a rarity - a vampire allured by all the indulgences the species offered, and carrying a masterful sense of covering her tracks. She would’ve had a long, successful run; and yet, he was not terribly sorry to hear of her death several months prior. More significantly, now that Klaus spiraled his brother onto another blood trip, stealing Stefan’s brief moment of happiness in the process, her research may serve a new purpose.

How he’d be able to end the goddamn immortal hybrid.

His attentions were disrupted by the distinct clatter of heels upon the floor. Pausing in his motions, he remained still as he focused upon the path those feet traced. If Isobel had any known alliances, they were scattered and few, so this new entrant was a mystery. The steps paused in the study, followed by faintest rustling of pages and low thuds of books hitting the ground. Whoever it was, they possessed their own purpose, and the distraction was untimely and unneeded.

And so, ( A N G E R ) resolved the matter.

With a motion untraceable to the human eye, he had the new arrival pinned to a wall, his fingers splayed against their neck. As he surveyed her in close proximity, the corner of his lip twitched upwards in mirthless humour. “Well, hello, I don’t believe we’ve formally met. Who are you?”

There was no need to check each room that she passed for she knew the layout of the property. Tucked away, far from the entrance, was a room with loose papers scattered, and even a coffee mug left sitting on the desk with nude lipstick staining the rim— it looked like the ordinary, occupied study of a woman who was about to return at any moment. But alas, Katherine skimmed freely through a stack of irrelevant textbooks before transferring each one to the floor, unaware that she was being overheard and company was soon to follow.

Suddenly, the back of her head cracked against the wall with a clean thud yet she responded to little of the sting. There was something about Damon’s hostility, a temper that seemed to engulf his entire stance which thoroughly fascinated her. How refreshing it was to witness such a dark facet to his intensity uncensored, since he couldn’t see who he was pinning down. And with the quirk of her brow, she let him keep a hold of her, exuding an impossible sense of serenity despite his hand grasping at her jugular.

Through older and blacker eyes, she watched him examine her face with as much intrusion as he could have possibly levered from the moment’s superiority. A touch of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “This is cosy,” she flirted in a low voice, not remotely intimidated by his dominance.

She instinctively avoided clever, shrewd men, and now I saw that this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence from a code would be thought impossible. She was incurably dishonest. She wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this unwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to the world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body.

The Great Gatsby

#some things never change.#salvatorecrow

ferrisbueller

Collateral damage

A sardonic laugh fell from his lips, and with a smooth roll of his shoulders, Kol threw his hands up in the air. If there were prior allusions as to her awareness of his identity, they were gone now. “Not quite the answer I was expecting, but good try. We’ll work on that.” The last sentence is flourished with a wagging finger in her direction, before he inclined his head to peer at the poor chap under his heel.

“Well mate, you heard her. I’m wasting my time. I propose we make it more fruitful.” Lifting his boot, he slid an arm under the chap’s shoulder and pulled the chap to his feet, dusting his shoulders as he did so. “You’re going to give me the names of every single person you’ve worked with. As for your dear mistress – there’s no points for loyalty as far as she’s concerned, so we’ve just saved time reserved for grovelling at her feet.” His tone is jovial, teasing, as if they shared a private secret.

“Help me, and you walk. Don’t, and - well - saying it ruins half the fun.”

#sonderiism #t: collateral damage

A frown wafted over her brow as his forefinger waved towards her face. As far as Katherine was concerned, there was no jest to be had among strangers; only confidence and the dominance of a situation. Authority enveloped his every motion, and so they’d keep butting heads until one relented-- and although what came next caused her innermost tranquillity to vanish, she had far too much resting on this pursuit for that person to be her.

In a moment of overlap, her chin rose as she swallowed her nerves. Glances frantically shot between the two men, the vampire’s personal priorities quickly overrode her mentee’s loose lips. Darting behind him, she snapped his neck in an unhesitating second and the brief pause allowed for her to regain some poise. Simply, Katherine then fired a question at her remaining company. “Who are you?”

Victorian Etiquette

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Ladies first. Upon meeting, ladies greet with a curtsey and men with a bow. Gentlemen are supposed to make way for ladies, hold doors and/or carry anything heavy. When safety and support is needed (i.e- walking in the evening, entering and exiting a carriage etc.), a man should always given a lady his arm. Gentlemen should remain standing so long as any lady is also standing while in the same room. A man, even if he is the host, must always give up his seat if there are no others for a lady.

Socialising. Gentlemen should begin all conversations mindfully and not lead it where others cannot follow. Religion, earnings and politics are topics always avoided, safe topics include: books, places, clothes, travel, the weather etc. One should not ask direct questions, nor anything that could cause to upset or offend. Strong emotions, particularly annoyance, should not be expressed in public. Ladies should accept and give compliments graciously. One must not study the room nor look at their watch during visits. One should always ask to be excused from a conversation before turning their back on others, even if only momentarily. One must knock and wait to receive invitation before entering any room. Ladies should never remove their gloves while making a call, nor should they be seen looking at all unkempt nor fixing themselves up in public. A man should remove his hat while talking to a lady, but never his coat. A gentleman who escorts a lady to any event or party is bound to her side for the evening. One should never walk around another’s home freely, nor touch things that do not belong to them whilst bored or waiting for company. It is ill-mannered to assume any ungraceful or uncouth positions: such as standing with the arms akimbo, smoking in the presence of ladies, leaning back in your chair, standing with legs crossed or feet on the chairs etc. It is very improper to open a window, warm yourself by the fire, or open/close a door while visiting another’s home.

Singles. Young gentlemen and ladies can choose who they ‘kept company’ with, though courtships rarely follow through without parental consent. Unmarried women should always be chaperoned by an older, preferably married, gentleman to ensure their good reputation. Ladies should not receive any gentleman’s company alone. Mixed company should not be shared at night. Proper ladies would not ride in a closed carriage with a man of whom was not a relative. Ladies could flirt using their gloves and fans. At social events, a gentleman can dance with a young lady three times before it being regarded as inappropriate. Receiving a gentleman’s gifts with the left hand showed the lady’s acceptance of a romantic gesture. A lady’s intelligence was not often valued or encouraged. Hand holding and taking a gentleman’s arm are the only socially accepted forms of affection by those keeping company, aside from a hand-kiss upon welcome should the lady initiate it. A public peck on the cheek or forehead was accepted socially between those who were betrothed, but it would be seen improper for anyone else to do so.

Breaches. It will leave one outcast do they not attend church every Sunday, save for bed-ridden illness. It is seriously improper not to wear mourning clothes for the appropriate length of time, determined by your relationship to the deceased. Eloping, or having similar engagements without parental consent, will probably cut one from their inheritance and good name. Divorce will downgrade the couple from high social status. A woman’s adultery or promiscuity (even if only to appear to conduct oneself with seductive intentions) will rid her of old acquaintances.

#resources.

Do not desire her beauty in your heart, nor let her seduce you with her eyes. For, on account of a harlot, one is reduced to a loaf of bread and an adulteress hunts for the precious life. Can a man take fire in his bosom and his clothes not be burned?

Proverbs 6:25-27

Collateral damage

The young fella strained against his boot, raining futile punches down on Kol’s shin, but his attentions were diverted, focusing instead on the particular impassivity with which this vampire regarded those who worked for her, and the lack of awareness with which she regarded him. A deep pervasive hum saturated his veins.

“My dear fella here was simply helping me illustrate a point.” An arbitrary, pleasant, close-lipped smile affixed itself to his features, as if they were merely having a conversation about the weather. “With regards to this cure you’re searching for, I hope - ” He lifted his boot a fraction, allowing for a brief strained gasp, before pressing it down with more force, “- to change your mind.”

#sonderiism #t: collateral damage

Crying aloud with the building pressure exerted onto his ribcage, the captive waved hopelessly in her direction. Reaching out, the tips of his fingers brushed against the point of her shoe, a plea of which she only briefly acknowledged. A sombre hum rumbled behind slightly pouted lips, and then she returned his smile. “No.” Her response seemed firm, unreasonable, and she held good reason to let nothing divert her from the coming excavation. “That’s not gonna happen.”

"I don’t know you, but I can assure you that you’re wasting your own time.” Her eyes wandered from his commanding presence, a loose shrug rolling over her right shoulder. “And mine,” Katherine lightly complained, “-- and definitely his.”

Collateral damage

Through inventive means, he had at last acquired a name of the other master puppeteer behind the malarkey of a search for the cure. It was only too easy, considering no attempt was made to disguise her name. Young vampires, so foolish. Considering her centuries successful attempt to evade his brothers, he would’ve thought she had acquired a more - tasteful - touch.

Fingers laced through the man’s collar, Kol wrenched him forward, causing the witch’s fingers to scrabble around his neck as he did so. Crossing the path of the elusive vampire, his grip loosened, allowing his captive to fall to the ground. Fixing a steady gaze on the fallen figure, he placed a boot on his chest, pinning him there. Glancing up and to the side, he provided her with an innocuous expression, then his eyes widened with understanding, and discordant charm substituted for violence.

“Pardon me, Miss, but you seem to have misplaced something.”