VINDICTIVE

Beau, she/her, 29 Lover of all thing Bonnie Bennett!! Ans other under appreciated characters!

[capesandlace]

Klonnie Week | Alternate Universe

Happily ever after.

[scottsbennett-blog]

Reblog if you’re still pissed that Bonnie didn’t get invited to the Mikaelson ball.

[queenotdamned]

EVERY FUCKING TIME!!!

And the sad thing is there was no reason for Bonnie not to be there!! There was no reason why she shouldn't have been sought after-- especially considering Mama Orginal's ( all the original ) connection to Bonnie's ancestors. It was yet another example of dummy plec and crew sacrificing good storytelling, for cheap placating to a particular group or in plec's cause - able to self-insert & live through a character that... let be real didn't do much of anything ( and I love care and matt but legit ... what did they contribute to this ? !) Bonnie and the whole Bennett line were used to fix mistakes the writers made. They made no real effort to make these characters three-dimensional. They were used as plot props to prop up characters that didn't do a damn thing and it's sad and infuriating and a prime example of LAZY FUCKING WRITING THAT MOST PEOPLE ATE UP CAUSE THEY DIDN'T KNOW ANY BETTER!! The only peace I get now so far removed from that dumpster fire of a show is that Bonnie stan and Bennett stans have made some bomb ass content that honestly is ten times better than what I forced myself to watch for all those years!

[queercherrypie]

I'm starting to think Ian Somerhalder thinks about Bamon and the wasted potential of a love triangle plot on season 6 as much as I do.

People out there saying it's because he and Nina had broken up and he held a grudge, but the chemistry had died and the plot potential was there. He tried to move forward, give something more interesting, and make Damon's character grow from the pointless obsession he had with Elena. He wasn't wrong, and a lot of people have a hard time accepting that.

I'm trying to understand why...maybe because I didn't grow up with this show I don't understand the obsession with this sinking ship that has seen better days, but...sorry, not sorry? It would actually be more interesting if Damon had actually gotten over his obsession with Katherine/Elena. It's bizarre, they look alike and they keep mistaking the two, probably because Katherine in the good times looked like Elena, sweet and innocent vibe. Stelena and Delena have given me "yucky" vibes since the start.

Here's the thing, Stelena and Delena had potential as a drama plot, not to be an endgame ship and I'm going to die on this hill, this fandom is all weird as fuck.

[louisbxne]

my favorite witches

Bonnie Bennett in The Vampire Diaries 4x19 - "Pictures of You" (2013)

Vincent Griffith in The Originals 3x10 - "A Ghost Along the Mississippi" (2016)

[queenotdamned]

Okay but what if…

Instead of sticking around in MF after she almost kills E*lena. Bonnie head to New Orlean for a change of pace fully embracing her expression… but with a price. Silas constantly in her ear slowly driving her mad except when she’s using expression. So she continues to use it more and more — on the brink of losing herself because the power is too addictive . Vincent a New Orleans witch born a raised sees a vision of the woman that will help give the witches back the quarter and true power in New Orleans… only to run into an expression junkie Bonnie that he now has to help get back on the path she was destined for.

Fast forward to the originals return to the city and Bonnie is the running shit… Vincent at her side as her regent. New Orleans officially under witch dominion…. LONG MAY SHE REIGN!!! 👑

[queenotdamned]

I am over here contemplating returning to the tvdu just to give us all the Bonnie Bennett content we are all hungry for !!!! How is it going into 2024 and you have dumb people in this fandom still giving Bonnie and Kat so much shit. Let me block some people so my Bonnie-related tags don't look so gross!!!

[queenotdamned]

twiceburrned​:

“Hooray.” Chronos replied sarcastically. The god feeling deflated. Chronos sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Time is the most fragile of the powers.” Chronos pointed out. He found himself scowling. “I’m doing what I can but actions has consequences my dear.” He sighed. “If you had my power what would you even do with it?” The god challenged. The god knows his own strengths

“and  the  most  POWERFUL,  think  of  the  wrongs  you  could  have  made  right.”  she  countered.  it  was  one  thing  keeping  the  balance  but  to  sit  back  and  do  nothing  seemed  criminal  in  her  mind.  “  i  would  be  a  god  and  use  it,  hear  the  call  and  answer  it.  power  is  nothing  if  not  being  used.”    and  there  inlay  her  point  .  “  perhaps  this  is  why  know  one  revers  gods  in  this  time.  they  are  too  PASSIVE   ,  unmoving.  before  you  and  your  kind  walked  among  men,  worked  with  them  strengthen  them.  till  it  became  a  game  to  you  all  and  your  follower  turned  their  back  on  you.  you  can  not  have  it  both  ways  my  dear.  you  can’t  demand  respect  and  reverence  and  produce  nothing  in  return. “  fickle  as  humans  are  this  is  how  their  minds worked ;    “ they  are  after  all  fashioned  after  gods  themselves.  they  are  only  imitating  what  has  been  ingrained  in  them  from  the  very  beginning. “

[emergcd]

@sanguishqsstarters

For all the many coma patients Jo had witnessed in her tenor as a doctor, this may have been a first to be found in a coma in the hospital rather then brought to one. Medically induced or otherwise, the woman had been found on the hospital room floor and quickly identified as Bonnie Bennett. So she was made comfortable though she had yet to awaken. Jo was doing charts, intending to check up on her when she found a visitor alongside the woman. “You don’t have to go.” Jo was quick to assure them, eyes still set on her chart without looking up quite yet. “Some studies suggest talking and touching a loved one while they are in a coma may help them recover so—” Finally her eyes landed on them. “Stay?” 

[queenotdamned]

so  this  was  bonnie  bennett.  she’d  heard  quite  the  tale  when  it  came  to  the  youngest  of  her  living  descendants.  the  way  she  was  spoken  of   reminded  qetsiyah  of  herself.  the  power  they  both  wielded  more  then  most  could  or  should.  so  what  or  who  could  have  possibly  put  her  in  such  a  position.  she  leaned  close  to  her,  brushing  the  soft  dark  curls  from  her  face  as  she  observed  her  unconscious  form  before  whispering  into  her  ear.    “ossa  eius  non  confringent  utcunque  conantur  ut  perderet  eam  non  moriatur,  mater  te  servet.”  the  chant  smooth  as  honey,  echoing  as  each  word  fell  from  her  lips.  standing  straight  when  she  was  satisfied;  the  only  thing  left  now  was  to  wait  and  watch.  gently  she  caressed  her  cheek  as  the  stranger  entered.  “  i  fear  i  must,  “  softly  smiling  before  letting  her   hand  fall  away  .  “  the  ancient  greeks  were  of  the  same  mind.  some  even  chanted  around  a  love  ones  bed  in  the  hopes  they  would  hear  and  return  to  their  body.”  of  course  their medicine  though  rudimentary  had  elements  of  magic  too  it.  turning  to  face  the  woman,  she  moved  away  from  the  bed,  “  you  are  her  healer,  yes?” 

[queenotdamned]

dxddyoriginal​:

“It’d be a pleasure, I’m sure,” he answered, making a mental note to have a few bottles imported from somewhere a bit more high class than central Virginia. Mikael wasn’t usually one that cared about having an abundance of fine material items around the way that his children did. No, he preferred experiences to possessions and watching someone taste finely aged whiskey for the first time was something that he’d be glad to assist with. “Mm, alright. You keep your secrets. I suppose I can’t really be too cross about it as I have quite a few secrets of my own.” Namely the fact that he had realized certain truths about himself over the last few months, things that he was terrified to share with the people that would be closest to him. “I can’t say that I enjoy being taken out of the decision making process but it’s a necessary evil for now,” he admitted. The warning about Oliver made him smirk, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. “Ollie’s plenty capable of taking care of himself.” 

“yes  we  all  have  our  secrets  don’t  we.  but  perhaps  we  will  share  a  few  over  a  glass  of  that  whiskey  of  yours.”   she  could  only  imagine  what  sort  of  secrets  this  particular  vampire  held  close.  what  regrets  of  plans  linger  in  the  darker  recesses  of  his  mind.  its  strange,  when  she  was  human  she  had  kept  no  secrets  from  those  close  to  her.  even  those  who  weren’t  as  familiar  could  easily  read  her.  she  wore  her  emotions  so  plainly  for  the  world  to  see.  she  was  young  then.  blinded  by  love  and  naive  to  the  working  of  the  world.  that  you  were  meant  to  keep  things  to  yourself.  meant  to  hide  parts  of  you  so  that  those  looking  to  cause  you  harm  couldn’t.  in  many  ways  this  time  embraced  the  notion  of  telling  people  everything  about  you.  they  were  so  loud  and  careless  with  their  expression.  “  the  for  now  sounds  almost  ominous  hopefully  you  are  free  of  your  strings  sooner  rather  then  later.  i  wager  you  are  quite  entertaining  when  up  to  your  own  devices.”  she  chuckled  leaning  into  this  encounter,  tessa  eyes  widen  in  faux  shock  moving  slightly  closer  to    the  other,  “  it  would  seem  so,  but  who  will  take  care  of  you  in  his  absence  i  wonder.  pity  i  won’t  have  the  time  to  find  out.”  

[queenotdamned]

twiceburrned​:

Chronos scoffed at that statement. It was one thing to respect opinions but it was another to hear how slander. “There are helpful gods.” Chronos said even though he could only recall maybe Jen. 

“It’s not cruel rather there are certain barriers. Like for example the god of time can’t just will it be spring just because farmers can’t plant in the cold.” He pointed out. “Power of the gods can’t be used freely. There are forces that will make sure order is retained.” Chronos huffed and pulled down his mask. 

“Am I that obvious?” He asked with a pout. 

qetsiyah  waited  expectantly,  allowing  the  god  of  time  to  go  on  his  light  rant  about  the  gods  and  the  order  of  things.  she  would  have  rolled  her  eyes  but  it  didn’t  seem  right.  clearly  this  god  needed  a  little  attention  which  she  was  happy  to  oblige...  he  might  not  enjoy  it  but  she  would  give  it  .  “  only  mildly  my  darling.  if  it  makes  you  feel  better  most  of  the  humans  may  not  know  who  you  are.”  she  offered  with  a  shrug.  a  small  consolation  at  best.  “  i’m  all  for  keeping  the  balance  ,  an  order  to  things.  but  that  has  little  to  do  with  my  original  point.”  she  stop  to  turn  and  face  him  fully.  “  and  the  point  is  that  you  and  yours  are  omnipotent    beings  ,  yet  you  sit  back  and  allow  chaos  to  rain  down  on  the  order  of  things    as  you  so  put  it.  tell  me,  what  is  the  point  of  a  god  when  one  can  expect  little  to  nothing  from  you ? ”  

[cursedfirst]

“Yes I’ve been indisposed, yes that witch is responsible and yes I’m going to make her suffer for it.” Freya spoke, not even sparing an eye towards the person who had yet to even ask them. She was midst preparing a spell, and deciding to focus on her rage rather then the groveling to the fear she felt at the thought of Dahlia. “Is there any answer I missed or may I continue on my business?” Things needed to remain business as usual, she couldn’t allow herself to dwell on what horrors Dahlia could have done to her while she’d been unconscious. If she allowed that fear in it would consume her whole. | @sanguishqsstarters​

[queenotdamned]

“that  would  explain  why  finding  has  proven ,  difficult.”   freya  mikaelson  has  been  a  sort  of  enigma  since  she  arrived.  markos  provided  plenty  of  information  of  the  powerful  witch  but  locating  her  had  proved  a struggle ...  but  not  impossible.  there  was  very  little  magic  that  she  couldn’t  pierce  through  but  this  had  been  some  doing.  whomever  had  cloaked  her  for  that  extended  period  of  time  had  been  quite  powerful  and  someone  to  keep  a  look  out  for.  pushing  throw  the  door,  the  darklighter  through  a  cursory    glance  at  the  knickknacks  and  trinkets  littered  about  before  her  eyes  fell  on  the  other  woman  in  the  midst  of  some  spell  work.  “ from  the  looks  of  it  you  weren’t  on  holiday  as  i  though,”  she  offered  coming  to  stand  next  to  the  other  witch.  mildly  curious  what  the  woman  was  making,  and  more  then  a  little  intrigued  by  her.  powerful  women  were  so  alluring.  “  does  that  business  involved  making  yourself  and  everyone  in  a  50  mile  radius  unconscious  because  if  so  i  might  need  to  make  my  exit.  “  smirking,  she  nodded  to  her  ingredients.  “  your  measurements  are  wrong,  by  a  lot.”  

[queenotdamned]

melcnia​:

once upon a time, in a land far away and a time even farther, qetsiyah had been her stars. so beautiful, aglow in the sky, entirely out of reach. the closest to them melania knew, was closing her eyes and picturing them close to her hands, to her heart. eternally reaching, never to touch, always beautiful and bright among the darkness. but stars burned, and so did qetsiyah. burn beautifully and, eventually, that flame raged. melania didn’t fault her for it. no one was responsible for her time in hell’s abyss but her own self and her own choices. qetsiyah may have ripped out her heart, but melania had been the one to give it to her. a choice she should have regretted, a choice she was a fool not to regret. the same sin that turned her towards hell itself and all the suffering it ensured. yet regret for many things haunted her, those same feelings were not one. she couldn’t. she touched the fire, and though it torched her it had also been warm. a warmth that melania had never known. a warmth which she would gladly burn for. 

in this moment melania wondered if melting from the heat of qetsiyah’s gaze would be a better reckoning then having her given heart torn out once again. there was no happy ending to their lives only violence that bred violence until rivers of blood flooded the land. melania knew this yet her feet wouldn’t carry her away, her heart was too heavy at the sight. the want she still felt, the conflict of emotions that left a storm in her chest. it was both fear and longing that kept her still and made her want to run. longing to live, fear for her life, fear of her, longing for her. 

her quiet had loomed over melania her entire life. she needed to be quiet for the sake of her safety, because someone of her lower class wasn’t allowed to be loud or the consequences would damn her. she had been damned anyway, and yet even now in a world where she was allowed to be loud it was quiet she remained. it was something ingrained into her, and melania struggled to fight. fighting was never something she was suitable for. fighting her instincts, for her own welfare or even her own feelings. she was someone weak. and even if they had born in those more accepting time, melania knew she would never be strong enough for qetsiyah. she wasn’t capable of it. “my voice has only been restored of recent,” in hell her throat had been raw from screaming. there was no true excuse but melania surmised that had to do. “my apologizes.” for so so much, but in this moment melania stuck to the basics and simplicities. “i don’t believe i’m capable.” she always had chills with qetsiyah in the room, focus set on her. it was only after her death those chills changed into something different. “but i do appreciate the sentiment.” because she couldn’t help her manners even in these different times she held onto them, melania didn’t know if it was for better or worse. “do forgive me for asking,” qetsiyah wouldn’t, she shouldn’t, but the speech pattern was another trait ingrained into melania. “you said you wouldn’t hurt me but… why?” her knowledge may have been seldom on qetsiyah’s long revenge, but she knew enough to know her resolve to allow melania freedom from death was suspect to the woman she knew. the woman she loved. 

there  are  parts  of  her  soul  that  wish  to  give  absolution,  the  reassure  her  friend  that  all  was  forgiven.  and  in  a  way  it  was.  melania  had  long  since  paid  for  her  betrayal;  qetsiyah  forced  herself  to  remove  all  thoughts  of  the  woman  from  her  mind.  letting  her  anger  fill  her  up,  make  her  hunger  for  the  blood  of  those  who  had  wronged  her.  why  fuss  over  melania  when  she  was  already  dead.  her  death  swift  sending  her  to  the  peace  she  no  doubt  had  earned.  while  she  would  remain  alone,  even  with  creating  the  other  side  qetsiyah  refused  to  stay  there.  instead,  her  broken  spirit  straddled  the  in-between.  neither  heaven  nor  hell  would  suit  her.  there  her  powers  were  not  impeded.  there  she  could  plan  and  she  did  plan  on  all  the  way  she  would  make  him  suffer.  but  in  those  quite  moments.  when  the  worlds  would  grow  silent  and  she  allowed  the  pitch  to  swallow  her  whole.

she  saw  her  face. she  hated  that  face  and  yet  she  didn't.

it  was  was  a  heartbreak  her  humanity  clung  too.  tempting  her  towards  the  light.  she  will  be  there,  you  can  see  her  again.  go  to  her.

but  she  could  not,  she  would  not.

her  heart  was  set  on  revenge,  it  was  owed  to  her  but    all  that  time  alone  in  the  darkness  that  desire  shifted.  would  she  be  happy  to  watch  silas  and  his  love  suffer.  she  would,  but  she  found  a  better  cause  one  that  now  as  she  thought  about  it  ;  was  melania  doing.  what  little  light  what  little  bit  of  goodness  that  she  might  have  left  she  kept  in  the  hopes  of  proving  her  and  silas  wrong.

that  she  was  worthy  of  being  loved  ...  and  she  was.

she  could  only  hazard  a  guess  as  to  why  her  voice  was  only  recently  restored.  the  elders  were  so  pretentious.  "have  you  done  something  to  me  to  apologize  for?    i  was  only  making  an  observation."  she  mused.  tessa  slowly  began  to  circle  the  other.  that  night  replaying  in  her  mind.  the  satisfaction  she  felt  in  the  instant  she  pulled  out  her  heart.  and  the  sorrow  that  surprisingly  overwhelmed  her  as  tears  fell.  she  looked  just  as  she  remembered,  meek  and  quiet.  how  she  had  longed  to  make  the  other  smile.  to  hear  even  the  softest  of  laughter  from  her.  had  had  never  seen  her  as  less  then.  she  was  simply  melania  but  even  that  simple  friendship  she  had  mistaken.  and  the  knowledge  of  this  sat  bitterly  on  her  tongue.

“oh  melania  please  ,  you  would  take  a  simple  comment  and  make  it  this  grand  gesture.”  she  huffed,  standing  behind  her  now,  she  leaned  close  just  a  bit,  “  you  needed  try  so  hard  i  told  you  i  wasn’t  going  to  hurt  you.  “  her  voice  smooth  and  tepid  as  she  continued  her  circling  .  she  didn’t  want  her  gratitude,  she  didn’t  need  her  sympathy  and  she  didn’t  she  wish  to  see  what  she  could  only  identify  as  remorse.  it  was  her  question  the  set  her  back  a  bit.  for  because  of  who  she  was  she  was  genuinely  curious  and  qytsiyah  would  have  anticipated    to  be  accusatory.  maybe  it  was  in  only  melania  fashion.  “  you  betrayed  me  then,  and  in  my  anger  i  killed  you.  “  she  let  out  a  sigh  giving  a  shake  of  her  head,  letting  a  little  bit  of  her  walls  lower  …  for  her  only.  “  killing  you  once  was  enough  i  have  no  desire  to  do  it  a  second  time.  nor  have  you  done  anything  to  insure  such  a  punishment.“

[madhoshiyaan]

[xoxokanmani]

deepika padukone in ang laga de [sung by aditi paul & shail hada]

[from the film goliyon ki rasleela ram-leela, dir. sanjay leela bhansali]

[queenotdamned]

dxddyoriginal​:

“Mm, I’m with you there, love. I tend to prefer a good scotch myself, but this town isn’t exactly a hub of well-aged whiskey.” The Salvatores had once been good for a vintage bourbon, but he had learned his lesson where they were concerned. Stefan and Damon were a large part of the reason that Mikael had ended up on the Other Side and he wasn’t quite ready to forgive that particular indiscretion. “Suppose that depends on the rat in question. Do you have a certain one in mind?” A smirk comes over his lips as the brunette references his feeding preferences and a shrug follows. “Let’s just say that my decisions aren’t made alone these days.” No, they were made with Davina constantly pointing him towards the right choice and she wasn’t a fan of violence. At the mention of Oliver, Mikael can’t help but grin. “He’s around. Giving him a chance to enjoy the evening before we head out.” 

“mayhaps,  if  you  ever  find  well-aged  whiskey?  you’ll  share  it  with  me  i  don’t  believe  i’ve  tried  it.”  there  were  indeed  a  few  things  she  could  add  on  her  list   she’s  yet  to  experience  but  those  would  have  to  wait  till  certain  events  were  set  in  motion.  distractions  were  a  luxury  that  she  did  not  have.  not  with  so  much  to  accomplish.  her  smirk  split  red  lips  as  she  bit  down  at  her  lower  lip.  “  the  king  of  rats  and  any  of  his  little  minions  they  might  have  in  play.  not  to  worry  darling  you  aren’t  on  that  list  but  for  the  moment  i  think  i’ll  keep  that  tidbit  to  myself.  a  woman  can’t  divulge  all  her  secrets,  no  matter  how  handsome  the  stranger  might  be.”  humming  she  took  in  his  countenance  once  more  a  brow  raised.  “  funny,  you  don’t  strike  me  the  type  to  have  your  decisions  made  by  anyone  else.  looks  are  truly  deceiving.  do  take  care  though,   not  to  let  him  wander  to  far  from  you.  i  hear  this  town  is  quite  dangerous.” 

[queenotdamned]

nghtmqred​:

Her power was overwhelming. Lucy had only ever encountered a few people with so much magic it practically inundate you. Old magic, powerful magic. Lucy was on alert now, unsure of who this woman was, even as she spoke as if she knew exactly who she was. “ So long as I can work if I want to… why not?  Not have to get up and struggle every day to pay bills.  You’ll be hard-pressed to find a woman who wouldn’t want that. Anyone really.” the last bit she muttered low into her bottle as she took a long gulp. Trying to work out who this woman could be; what she could be. But the stranger gave her a clue– my line.  “ Let me guess,” she began almost sounding bored ready for the bad guy monologue that she felt coming on, “ More power? Money is power, especially in this world. Even in the supernatural world, it makes our world spin round just like in the mortal world.” she gave her a pointed look.  “ But please tell me what you expected of me, a stranger to you.” 

“  a  modern  woman  if  ever  i  saw  one.”  her  tone  mocking  at  best.  “  power  is  power  my  dear.  you  have  enough  and  you  weaponize  it.  and  you  don’t  have  to  struggle  but  you  will  always  have  to  work  to  hold  onto  it.”  did  she  know  that?  did  any  of  them  know  the  power  the  held?  it  took  her  a  long  time  to  see  it  her  self.  she  found  her  own  worth  far  to  late.  she  blamed  it  on  her  youth,    as  uncaring  as  she  shown  herself  to  be  of  those  in  her  line  qetsiyah  did  not  wish  for  any  of  them  to  fall  into  the  trappings  that  seemed  to  plagued  her  descendants.  perhaps  it  was  her  own  doing,  but  at  the  very  least  this  one  had  fire  in  her--  she  is  sure  it  will  serve  her  well  into  the  future.  lifting  her  glass  she  peeked  over  the  edge  regarding  her  a  long  while.  “  i’m  not  sure,  something  worthy  of  the  blood  in  your  veins.  perhaps  its  there,  teeming  beneath  the  surface.  waiting  for  the  proper  motivation  for  you  to  unleash  it.  i  do  hope  i’m  around  to  see  it  ,  i  hope  your  around  to  experience  it.”  with  her  glass  empty  she  rose,  moving  to  stand  next  to  lucy.  “  να  σε  καθοδηγήσει  η  θεά.”  

[melcnia]

@queenotdamned​

There was a loss of heartbeat. Melania didn’t even know if her heart still needed to beat, as a darklighter, and yet— she was certain it skipped one the moment she laid eyes on the woman who had killed her. The woman who had stolen her heart in every sense of the word. It’d been easier to convince herself she’d been protecting Qetsiyah. That telling of Silas and Amara would only break the woman’s heart, not telling her was far kinder, lying to her face was somehow a kindness. That selfishly, she enjoyed the time she had Qetsiyah to herself while Silas and Amara had their escapades. That perhaps, once she realized her feelings weren’t returned by Silas, that perhaps Qetsiyah would see Melania as more. It’d been unrealistic of a dream. They were two woman after all, and even beyond gender they were of far different social standings. Melania was a servant and Qetsiyah was a powerful witch. Yet— Melania couldn’t help but dream. 

Dreams that, in her time in hell, turned into nightmares. All the truths she ignored suddenly screamed in her ear, no longer whispers in the back of her mind. How unjust her feelings were, how she had truly betrayed the woman she claimed to love, how she had chosen Silas and Amara even in their cruel affair, over Qetsiyah. If she truly loved her, telling her the truth would have been what she’d done. That Melania deserved her torment in hell. Both for hurting Qetsiyah, and for loving her. It was a conflict, but one she deserved. For how could you love someone and hurt them? For someone that was not yours to love. She suffered, and Melania knew she deserved it. Yet, laying eyes on Qetsiyah again for the first time since she breathed once more. That same breath fell short. “Hello.” She said, her voice small. She wouldn’t run, even if every instinct in her body told her feet to shuffle. Melania owed Qetsiyah that much. To ignore her own cowardice and to face the woman with the truth, for the first time. 

[queenotdamned]

slender  fingers  grazed  the  display  of  flowers  at  the  stall,  a  hint  of  a  smile  on  her  face.  she  had  always  loved  the  sight  of  flowers.  her  gardens,  when  she  was  still  human  had  been  her  most  cherished  thing.  letting  her  magic  delve  into  the  earth.  gently  coxing  the  flowers  and  vegetation  to  bloom.  she  had  liked  seeing  it,  when  it  was  the  two  of  them  qetsiyah  for  got  the  twinge  of  pain  in  her  chest  in  his  absence.  it  was  a  shame  that  her  garden  had  been  tainted  by  her  blood,  as  she  ripped  her  heart  from  her  chest.  absently  she  placed  a  hand  over  her  heart,  rubbing  at  the  spot  as  if  she  something  was  tugging  at  it.  she  ignored  it,  paying  for  a  the  boutiques  that  she  wanted.  offering  a  coy  smile  to  the  woman  behind  the  stall.  long  and  lingering  before  finally  turning  down  the  row  at  the  street  market.

she  wondered  what  she  would  do  if  she  ever  ran  into  silas.  if  she  would  throw  magic  at  him,  gouge  out  his  eyes.  slit  that  pretty  throat  of  his.  or  amara,  would  she  scream,  make  silas  watch  as  she  drained  the  life    force  from  her.  she  had  thought  of  these  situation  and  outcomes.  some  civil  but  all  ending  in  violence.  but  never  had  she  thought  she  would  be  standing  in  front  of  ...  her.

it  was  funny,  in  retrospect  her  betrayal    had  hurt  the  most.  she  believed  that  it  was  because  deep  down.  she  knew  that,  silas  never  loved  her.  she  had  been  foolish  enough  to  fall  for  his  flowery  words  and  purple  pros  like  a  love  sick  idiot.  but  melania  had  been  a  friend.  someone  she  trusted  and  yet  another  person  that  didn’t  pick  her  first.  rolling  her  shoulders  back  she  kept  her  look  neutral.  hips  swayed  in  the  dress  the  caressed  her  curves  .  this  century  fashion  was  starting  to  grow  on  her.    she  was  only  a  foot  away  as  before  she  stopped.  “  how  is  it  that  even  here  you  speak  so  quietly?”  she  mused  taking  note  and  taking  pity  at  the  nervousness  the  other  showed.  sighing  she  relaxed  slightly.  “  hello  melania,  you  can  relax  i’m  not  planing  on  hurting  you.”

[madhoshiyaan]

DEEPIKA PADUKONE in Pathaan (2023)