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timerevolt.
“I like so never am lost.” Full lips pulled into a smile. “I am always where I am meant to be.” Lapis-Lazuli orbs scanned the area around her, “Though I totally have never been here before. Where am I?”
her eyes stay set on the blonde instead of following her gaze. ❛ in a tiny little town called mystic falls. ❜ a place too steeped in history to be an incidental travel destination. ❛ — does that ring a bell? ❜
@seesgood sent: ❛ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❜
chestnut brown irises set on delicate features, absorbing every fine detail she can find. evaluating every stirring she comes across as she’s trying to put the blonde’s declaration in perspective, to furnish those words with context much needed. words so . . . odd, considering it’s a statement that’s usually romance - connoted. romance . . . a sentiment surely unfitting for the two women ; a girl and her murderer. however, she won’t deny that there is something unspoken between the two of them, whatever that nameless something may be. ❛ — in a good way? or a bad one? ❜
ricochetingtears.
❛ seek allies? who told you that? ❜ with a smirk, rebekah tilts her head. ❛ what if i’m here to have fun? ❜ she doesn’t say how but it’s implicit, even if not true. but katherine doesn’t need to know that. ❛ thought you’d be gone by now. still hoping one of the salvatores will take pity on you? ❜
❛ a little bird told me. was he wrong? ❜ fingers tip against her own arm as she studies the blonde’s face, looking for any hint of falsehood. unfortunately, for now that one remains to be found, it seems . . . giving her salvatore - related taunt nothing but the mere roll of her eyes, she picks up on the question prior: ❛ — are you, though? here to have fun? ❜
satanheir.
The taste of her skin is almost addictive, the way she melts into his caresses a reward. He has basically forgotten about that one hand of his rendered useless while trapped in her own; not so its counterpart, the fingers of which are still furled around a fistful of lush locks. A muffled purr bleeds into the kiss Katherine steals from him. And she makes sure to anchor Michael, keep him close with her legs around his waist … he is not going anywhere. It’s the bite bruising his bottom lip that rekindles the fire previously dimmed, pain as fuel, the metallic taste of blood akin to a drug that intoxicates. She releases his hand, he retracts it.
❛ Nevermind then ❜, he leers, brushing his mouth over hers to smear drops of blood across her lips. ❛ I keep the throne to myself.❜ Slowly, he rises just as much as needed to forbid another kiss. To withhold more of his blood. ❛ And make you … ❜ That same hand previously trapped now finds Katherine’s throat, winds its fingers around her delicate neck with enough pressure to keep her pinned down. Not enough to choke her. Their hips pressed together by the hold of her legs, he starts to grind. But not sans further provoking the self-appointed queen. ❛ My concubine.❜
loose tongue soaks up the remainder of his blood on her lips as she watches him bringing some distance between the pair. now deprived of both, kisses as well as the chance of becoming an unholy aristocrat [ boohoo, what a shame! ], she also finds herself a little disappointed by the fact that his hand did not find its way into her panties. the very same hand that was heading for her pussy before, now sets course for her throat instead.
unfortunately, it is lacking force ... oh, how annoying! nevertheless, his gesture is well - perceived given that it’s going into the right direction at least ... the fact his hips begin to grind against her own can’t sugarcoat his words, though [ and something tells her: that’s not even his intention! ]. words aiming to sting, and that’s what they do. ❛ your ... what?! ❜
naked legs detach their hard wrap around his hips. her petite form heaves against his before she flips him over with inhuman speed, manicured finger tips digging into his chest to keep him pushed to the ground. she looks down at him, untamed curls falling over her shoulders like a velvety - soft veil made of cascading hair. ❛ come again? ❜
satanheir.
Fleeting kisses between words, like sweet nothings, causes the previously kindled heat to subside. Still without killing it off completely. However demanding a creature he is, Michael doesn’t push for more and even the southward motion of his hand stops with Katherine’s grip catching his wrist. He doesn’t pull away, either. Just stalls.
❛ If that’s the sacrifice I have to make for opening their eyes to the ugly truths ❜, precedes the smallest of shrugs, a twitch upward of brows. ❛ Then I’ll happily be the villain.❜ Sans altering his overall posture, there’s a tilt to his head. Into the perfect angle to plant a kiss to her jawline. And one to her neck just where her pulse sits, ere dragging his lips to her ear.Whispers through a roguish smile:
❛ Which makes us an excellent duo, no? ❜ A match made in heaven hell. Warm breath flitting across her skin, if Katherine can’t see his amusement she now undoubtedly feels the quiet chuckle he releases. ❛ We could rule the world together.❜ Is it a joke or not — only he knows.
her eyes fall shut as she leans her head back, willingly exposing more skin for him to kiss. almost automatically, fine - limbed fingers find his head, burying themselves into blond hair. soft strokes as a reward for the good work ; an encouragement to keep going. to ravage her delicate neck. words only perceived peripherally. the last sentence, however . . .
rule the world . . . what a scandalous thought. she has wanted to see it burn for the longest time [ if she couldn’t find peace, why should anyone else? ]. nevertheless, the sudden prospect of forcefully bending it to her will instead puts things into another perspective . . .
she claims another kiss as naked legs wrap around his waist. a kiss different from the previous ones ; much more demanding, harder, and not an ounce less sensuous. a kiss that draws blood, even if it’s just a drop or two. once more, her gaze finds his. ❛ bold of you to assume a queen would share the throne with someone else. ❜ she whispers, her timbre deep, reflecting provocation, and the daring glint in her chestnut brown irises intensifies as she releases his wrist from her grasp.
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❛ oh, take a look at him! tormenting the initiates again? ❜
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seesgood.
❝ you’re making me….confused. which is annoying. ❞
❛ confused? — how so ? ❜
satanheir.
Fatigue creeps deeper into his bones as well, rendering him gradually less willing to move. Less willing to speak, too. The noises from outside blur into a dull jumble and it becomes harder with every passing second to even listen to Katherine. But he will, for as long as he doesn’t entirely drift off. Is it a grudge Michael holds for wealthy families? A double-edged sword, really, because after all it’s rich people with the highest number of skeletons in their closets.
The most corrupt, interesting, the most fun. He only secretly wishes he’d been born into one of those screwed-in-a-different-way families.
❛ Come on. You didn’t turn yourself into a vampire ❜, mumbles Michael, too tired to pull his hand away from where she places it. And since Katherine explicitly tells him to keep toying with her hair, the spiteful boy in him would’ve refused either way. Or ask for her to work for it. Even if he didn’t now lack the energy to comply. ❛ The other day you mentioned witches.❜
❛ actually, that’s exactly what i did. ❜ she confirms, her timbre surprisingly bland, almost nonchalant, considering she’s talking about her own death. the memory has not faded. after all these years, she still remembers the rope constricting her throat before she passed out . . . ❛ i said that they crafted the immortality spell, not that they create vampires. ❜
fatigue not gnawing as much on her as it does on him, she musters up the strength to raise her torso. now supporting her head on her hand, she enjoys a better view on the warlock claiming one half of the bed. fingers begin to draw irregular shapes on his forearm ; from his knuckles all the way up to his elbow and back to his hand. light touches against naked skin as she’s waiting for michael to continue his treatment. ❛ come on, play nice. ❜
satanheir.
It’s undoubtedly challenging for one like him to just share a couple hours of idleness with someone. To let thoughts drift and all sans intention to scheme. But it’s also nice, being a simple guy in this fucked up, vast world instead of its final punishment in person. Needless to say, being alone with thoughts revolving around all the things wrong with his own history scares him, sometimes. Michael wonders if Katherine feels the same. Keeps it to himself, though. Because just like him, she’s a ticking timebomb and really, he doesn’t want to ruin the moment.
Were it with anyone else, he wouldn’t care.
❛ You do have a point there. I know a lot of wealthy folks and looking behind the facade, few of them are actually happy.❜ The shrug of one shoulder is subtle, his attention now nowhere with shut eyes. Seeing only what Katherine’s depictions paint in his head. ❛ But their kids? Live the best lives ❜, he almost sneers, as if dropping that addition with pure envy. Well, maybe he is envious on behalf of his younger self.
While her remark about his parents having to be “extra” effortlessly causes him to snort, Michael bites back the comment lying atop his tongue. Constance was a full-fletched diva. His father definitely the epitome of extra — though never really a parent for him, so does he even count?
‘Becoming a vampire saved me’. That’s when his lids snap back open and he rolls his head to the side, mouth pulled into a thin line while he mulls over the implication. ❛ Otherwise you’d be dead, right? ❜ Michael gleans Katherine’s mien, brows furrowed through another brief pause. ❛ Whoever saved you… I think I should personally thank them.❜ Might be a selfish thought, but still true. And simpering, he averts his eyes from her again.
a siren flashes past their window, briefly directing her gaze to the world outside this room to spot the fading lights in red and blue, before returning back to the male and his noticeable grudge against wealthy families. she scoffs, thinking about how she was supposed to be one of those enviable kids living their best lives. and how she was definitely not. ❛ i can assure you: not every kid is that lucky. ❜ oh, well.
his comment then puts a tired smile on her lips. ❛ yes. i’d be dead. ❜ her voice low, fatigued. this story is a draining one, and it has followed her through centuries. she perks a fine brow at him. ❛ well, in that case: you’re welcome. ❜ nobody has ever saved her, no white knight in shining armor. she has saved herself, and she would do it again, if she had to.
she edges a little closer, taking the hand that has been toying with her hair to slowly put it back in there. ❛ keep going. ❜
satanheir.
𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐. To just drown in the heat of the moment, all defenses gradually collapsing. The delicate fingertips poking under his shirt to graze bare skin only add to the rush boosting the temperature of his unnaturally warm flesh. Can Katherine hear the rapid rhythm of his pulse? How the blood she’s tasted once practically seethes? His tongue slithering between her teeth to match the greed of her kiss, his weight atop one elbow, Michael digs the fingers of that free hand into the lush mane splayed across the floor.
It’s when Katherine breaks the touch that he finally catches a proper breath again. Blinks his eyes open and lets his attention linger on her red-kissed mouth.
❛ You say that as if these things are mutually exclusive ❜, Michael leers, his grip on her hip loosening underneath her dress. Those same fingertips glide toward her navel and slowly, agonizingly slow even, down from there. To fuel the suspense that near-idleness creates, he keeps their foreheads connected. And pins her gaze under his own. ❛ In which case I’d have to return the compliment.❜ A tad, his grin widens. ❛ Miss Insufferable.❜
yes, she does hear the rhythm of his pulse. hears that delicious blood rushing through his veins, and feels the heat radiating from his body clashing against her undead one as his hand burries itself in cascading lengths of brown hair. truth be told: if she had known it would put his mouth and hands to better use, she would have kissed him sooner.
❛ well, no offence, but your personality might be repulsive to some . . . in fact, most people. ❜ it’s not a joke, he is a tough person to deal with. nevertheless, lips deform into a grin just before she snatches another kiss from him. just a brief moment of pyhsical contact, her tongue nudging into the inside of his mouth to remind him of the sensation of their lips moving against each other [ just in case he has forgotten already ].
their gazes then meet again, and his fingers decide to move towards her pelvis. she unconsciously holds her breath, deliberately losing herself in soft shades of green while inwardly following his fingers like an adventurer would follow a map, each centimeter slowly and carefully explored and cherished. her hand then clutches at his wrist just as bold finger tips reach the hem of her lace panty. ❛ not so unsufferable, it seems. ❜
tobeblamed.
‘ what happened to you? — you look like shit . ’
❛ nawwh, thank you! that’s exactly what i needed to hear right now. ❜
❛ do you know that you are incredibly cocky for a baby vampire? ❜
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satanheir.
𝙱𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎. Even his fingers twirling the ends of a brown strand finally stall, if still with the hair trapped between them. Summer’s heat adds to the overall exhaustion. They can be grateful for the casual breeze of air pushing past the old motel curtains to flit over their mostly bare skin. It borders a miracle that he manages to keep his eyes somewhat open while even talking costs effort. But listening costs nothing, and that he does. Surprise about Katherine’s origin washing across his mien makes him appear wide awake for a split second — Bulgaria wasn’t on his radar.
❛ Not sure if it counts as you having an advantage over me. We definitely were worlds apart, either way.❜ What doubt then pinches his brows only bridges the pause to clarification. ❛ Geographically and in regards to the rest.❜ His attention drifts off toward the windows and if he’s worn a touch of amusement up until now, it’s waning. Replaced by thoughtfulness. ❛ I’ve been insufferable for as long as I can remember. And my family…more or less plain people.❜
As a substitude gesture for waving that notion off, Michael finally rolls onto his back despite not planning to move an inch the entire night, sighs and blinks his almost stinging eyes shut. ❛ What must happen to an agreeable child from a noble house that she loses her suaveness? ❜ Musing tones lace that question as though it’s rhetorical. Before he turns his head just enough to peek at Katherine, one brow quirked upward. ❛ Did becoming a vampire do this? ❜ However she’s come to it, maybe that’s territory he doesn’t want to dip his toes into yet.
his hand stops playing with soft waves of brown hair, ending whatever little movement there has been. sadly, way earlier than she has hoped. yet, she refrains from protesting [ for now ].
he keeps talking, and his words make her ponder what kind of life he must have led. probably for the very first time since they met, if she thinks about it. ❛ you didn’t miss out on anything. growing up with wealthy parents does not actually automatically open doors for you. ❜ not when they disown you, that it. in fact, she would have preferred … how did he put it? plain people as her parents, if that meant she could have kept her baby. could have spent a normal live as it is supposed to be. she is quick to direct her thoughts elsewhere, back to the man next to her. ❛ hard to imagine your parents were anything but extra. ❜ as is he. extra in every regard.
michael’s words resonate in her head, and of course she knows the answer to it. after more than five centuries, it still dictates her world, her actions, her entire personality. she bites her tongue, does not answer. only watches as he turns his head to look at her. ❛ no. ❜ deliberate pause. ❛ becoming a vampire has saved me. ❜
fiercebit.
❝ katherine, ❞ freya spoke in return as one of her eyebrows raised slightly. the compliment that left the other’s lips caught her off guard as did her presence in general. ❝ well it is still early on a friday night so i suppose it could end up being a little bit of both. ❞ a party with a splash of murder would go well together, especially given the current mood freya was in. ❝ what about you? anyone on your hit list tonight? ❞
a low, satisfied hum emits from the vampire's throat. ❛ reasonable, though it would be a shame if you would ruin your dress. ❜ katherine ponders with a quick glance cast at the beautiful fabric wrapping freya's body before her gaze returns to the blonde’s face, looking up at her through long lashes, elegantly curved eyebrows raising as she adds: ❛ — blood’s so hard to wash out. ❜ who is she telling? a mikaelson, of all people. ❛ not yet. but i suppose that could change in a heartbeat. ❜
