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what did you ever do to deserve THIS? in all probability, something terrible. a dependent OC as loved by rachel for equinoxhqs !

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H O R N D (O) G

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HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

answered ! 

ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

she’s shit with words, in literally EVERY way this question could be angling towards. it’s a mixture of so many different things, but nikki really says things… so simply, and that’s both GOOD and bad. she’s blunt, and she’s not always blunt in a horrible way ; but she also has huge issue in finding words to express herself in most ways, and that has led to misunderstandings and her just… giving up, really. 

ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

mostly a cynic, but she would love to be the opposite. i don’t even say that sarcastically. there’s a part of nikki ( buried pretty deep ) that really would LOVE to be a different woman to the one she is, and in the sense this q is going for, would love to be able to… take things at face value. to get out of her own head and let go of her instincts and allow herself to be wooed. unfortunately, she just… never will.

NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

i’m gonna open with a given : nikki LOVES sex. even if she never really got the romance part down, she has always been good in bed, and has always… used that, in a sense, in place of EXPRESSING herself. when she cared for someone, she could never find the words to say it : so she used sex. of course, when she didn’t care for someone she also used it in place of words, but… that’s neither here nor there. like cris, she likes it rough ; but at least as a human, she was MUCH more submissive. sure, she could take charge, and being submissive didn’t stop her from being a brat - but she liked her partner to take control. now she’s a newborn with all the tumultuous feels and strong emotions that comes with that, i think she’d be much more assertive from the get go. much, much more dominant just… in gen. 

DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

she’s a simple girl. take her to the movies, bring her anywhere she can get cheesy fries, hav the place to yourself when the date’s done. once again, it goes back to who she is versus who she’d love to be : nikki never really dated anyone who would have been the type to bring her to a fancy restaurant or even shower her with gifts ( even a BOUQUET of flowers ), so she doesn’t know if that’s more her speed. maybe it is ! 

ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

beep boop beep.

GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

she’s… not good. very not good. horrible, even. nikki has very literally NEVER had to give gifts, so she’s never had to be good at it. she’d try ! she’d try and work out what people liked ( hard when she pays very little attention to anyone’s special interests ) and she’d try work that way, but… she’d miss the mark more often than not. 

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EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

she doesn’t… do hugs. she doesn’t do TOUCHY FEELY, in general. it isn’t something that leads back to any number of the traumas she’s been through, really ; she was just always the kind of person who liked her own space, even when she was just a little kid and her mom was trying to get her to give a relative a hug goodbye. she usually goes for the one arm embrace, giving a brief squeeze and then standing back pretty quick. the sooner its done with, really, the better.

HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

very slow. i couldn’t pinpoint a time in nikki’s life where she was turned into such a person, really. i don’t think there was just one. she has plenty of reasons to be distrustful of others, especially when it comes to giving them her heart, but… mostly, she’s just like that. she has SEEN the worst of love, and it isn’t pretty. if she’s gonna fall, it’s gonna be after a lot of fucking around and careful consideration.

LOVE.   who does your muse love?

herself, primarily. there isn’t really anyone else, at least… not anymore. she WAS in love before she was turned, and she will never forget what that felt like. to be loved, to love in return… all that stuff. but her family are kind of a JOKE, and she’s never made vast amounts of friends. in general, all the kinds of love there are go BADLY for her. 

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scrrowbuilds‌:

Restless. That was the simplest way to describe him. The Swan girl was dead. That was progress. But they had not come here for her. They had come because of the spike in missing people, the signs pointing towards someone creating a slew of newborns for reasons still a bit hazy. They had not apprehended the person who was responsible for the newborns running around. In addition to keeping in line vampires, there were shapeshifters and Children of the Moon and damn humans running around. This city was facing a descent into chaos and Marcus sensed that their trip would have no easy, no rapid conclusion.  He longed for home, for their courtyard, for his library, for Volterra. He cared not for this place. He had seen what it had to offer and it paled in comparison to home (which could be said about most cities in this still relatively new land). He spent the majority of his time in his quarters, only leaving when Aro required it or to feed. Feeding was a necessary but dirty task that he preferred to complete outside. Blood left behind such nasty stains.

He is returning to their Seattle settlement post meal when he catches a whiff of an unfamiliar vampire. He assumes the guards will take care of this visitor, but then he hears a voice call out – a strangely familiar voice. A tugging sensation in his chest leads towards the voice, towards this intruder. It’s curiosity on fire - difficult to explain, uneasy to experience. He follows the sounds to the source and comes to an abrupt stop when, at last, he finds it. Finds her. He gasps. 

Radiant. That was the easiest way to describe her. Unkept hair aside, oversized attire be damned. Marcus pays no mind - he barely notices. He is mesmerized by those eyes, those beautiful, delicious, familiar eyes. Over the centuries, he doubted his memory of her face. He had a good sense of her nose, of her lips, of the shape of her face, the curves of her body, the nature of her hands. But he never doubted his memory of her eyes. He cherished them more than anything else, missed them more than any part of her (save for her caring heart, her pure disposition). If he could, he’d spend several millenniums staring into her eyes. He is certain the key to peace, to understanding, to contentment, to love were buried in those pools of hazel. He knows not how, but his wife stands across the Grand Hall from him. She is a vision. 

“Didyme.” Her name falls from his lips like the most delicious melody. His soul longs for her, his eyes so hungry for the sight of her he cared not what trap this was. Is this an illusion? Is he dead? Truly and finally dead? All this time, he had assumed the afterlife to be a fairy-tale mortals told to ease their fear of being finite. But it must be real. How else does one explain his long lost love standing before him? He takes several cautious steps towards her before breaking into more even, graceful strides. He longs to sweep her up in his arms, but something from within stops him. He stands within reach, stretching a hand out to her cheek. “Didyme, my angel. Have you come for me?” He hopes yes. 

the sudden intake of breath draws her attention INSTANTANEOUSLY. she turns on her heel with inhuman speed, and her gaze lands upon the suited figure behind her.

and...- and in spite of the EMOTION that overtakes his expression, there is no coinciding change to nikki’s features. no spark of recognition behind dark eyes. no softening to the drawn lines of her face, and certainly no upwards twitch to the corners of her lips. she’s never met him, she’s sure ; has never laid hazy human - or sharp newborn - eyes upon him, though now that she’s looking she can’t look AWAY. she takes in every detail. every line, every facet, head to toe ; she notes the crisp suit, the ORDERED appearance. it only takes seconds, but she commits them to memory regardless, allowing herself one, slow blink as he speaks-

didyme.

she reacts to this, but it’s not in the way that a woman called by her name would. a tiny dent appears between her furrowed brows, a small frown tugging her lips downwards - there is a spark, suddenly, behind her eyes... but it’s of marked confusion. didyme. it means nothing to her, and EVERYTHING to him.

when he moves towards her, she doesn’t shrink away - but when he reaches out, she’s QUICK to grab his wrist, no thought to the action bar to make that motion end.

“don’t touch me,” she says, lowly, though it isn’t a threat. she isn’t defensive, here, just... bewildered. she doesn’t know what’s happening, but it isn’t... what she thought would. suddenly aware of the fact her fingers are wrapped in an iron loop around his wrist, she lets go as if she’s been burned ; raising her chin a little too far up when she looks back to him, as if she’s trying a little TOO hard to seem... seem herself, really, in spite of this strange situation. “i don’t know if you’re meant to be with, like, a minder, or something...- or if you’re GENUINELY confused, but i don’t know what a didyme is. i barely even know what i am, so- let’s go with a no to the question, and, uh-” she looked all around, again ; searching the shadows for another figure, “maybe you can POINT me towards-” nomalcy, “the big kahuna.” 

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living   dead   girl.

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she didn’t... intend on leaving, until she was gone. that was what she TOLD herself, anyway ; that it hadn’t been premeditated, even if in a way, perhaps, it HAD been. maybe she had been thinking about her escape from the GLORIFIED cult that had stolen her away since the very NIGHT that she had awoken, red eyes blinking rapidly at the stars above and a brand new thirst at the back of her throat. only in the last few years of her life had she shaken the part of herself that had always looked for a way to screw things up so she could be free of them - but she had always kept the side that looked, instinctively, for the exit. just to know that it was there, she told herself. just to be aware.

the crux of it was, nikki had trusted a man who had proceeded to steal from her the one, base line thing she had - HUMANITY. of course she hadn’t trusted him once waking, and of course she had been skeptical of ALL the redhead had told her. she mightn’t have realized, yet, that she had lied about the sun burning them - and a host of other, inconsequential details of their being that she would likely be UNLEARNING for years - but she had realized, very early on, that the other woman was not trustworthy in the long run. it took a LIAR to know one, and the redhead had stunk.

so she had left. so she was done with her MAKER. she didn’t feel guilty about it, and maybe what was what pushed her on - the fact that, deep in her bones, nikki felt as if... she was better off, wherever she ended up next. and that WAS it’s very own thing, wasn’t it? she had absolutely nowhere to go ( and home certainly no longer existed ), and only a vague understanding of who she even was, anymore. finding the vittoria was a miracle of epic proportions, but in it’s own way, seeking it out made SENSE. the boy had been the first vampire not from the group she had ever encountered, and it didn’t take a genius to know he was... better off, to put it mildly. nikki had LIVED a nightmare already that had taught her in no short terms that if you wanted any kind of guarantee of survival....- you found the big fish, and you became invaluable. she wasn’t sure how she could DO that, just yet ; but she’d always thought better on her feet.

the lobby was empty - and, in an EXPECTED way, too grand for the likes of her. nikki inched farther and farther inside with true wariness, wild eyes dancing all around, searching every shadow. she should’ve felt bad for tracking mud in ( for even being present in its marble excellence, all unkempt hair knotted with debris and too big clothes that were... not too far upwards to rags ), but... it was hard to find the ability to CARE, when there was so much else happening. “hello?” she calls, spinning on her heel - determined not to be caught OFF GUARD. “anyone...- here?”

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sulpicia-volturi‌:

After Sulpicia had spoken she took notice of the little things she’d missed at first glance. The girl was clearly a vampire and from the frantic look of hunger she was probably new to it. Hadn’t anyone taught her? Sulpicia didn’t like the thought of one of her own being left to fend for themselves one bit. Hearing the girl struggle to explain only pulled at her heartstrings more and she held up her hands in a gentle manner. “And you shouldn’t have to be realizing that on your own,” Sulpicia whispered as she closed the space between them and gently place her hands onto the girl’s arms. “My darling girl please allow me to help you,” she prompted hoping that the newborn wouldn’t lash out. Sulpicia knew what she was doing and she was careful despite her thoughts racing angrily through ways she would deal with whomever had created and left this girl. “My name is Sulpicia. I’ve been around for a very long time and I can show you some things if you’ll let me but first the two of us should find a better spot for you to be for the moment, alright?”

“please, don’t-” she could have stopped sulpicia growing too close, but to do so would have been to expose them. she was present enough not to use that supernatural speed that she was not yet used to, but was only barely able to stop herself from breaking the others grasp by FORCE. “don’t touch me.” it’s nothing personal, is what she might’ve said if it mattered. she’s NEVER liked it, even as a human, and maybe...- maybe being what she is now has just accentuated it. nikki’s skin hadn’t felt her own since this whole ordeal began, but that feeling of someone’s grip upon her shoulders was markedly familiar - and it didn’t do much for the panic that had begun to build in the pit of her stomach. she shouldn’t be here. shouldn’t be talking to anyone. the redhead wouldn’t be happy, and nikki wasn’t sure what could come from her displeasure ; but she didn’t exactly feel as if she had much of a CHOICE with sulpicia. “i...- i don’t have long,” it’s desperately spoken, but it’s the TRUTH. “i can’t BE here long.” 

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gravcyard‌:

her hands finally reach the door knob, fingers clenched around the metal so tight her knuckles were surely pale behind her back. she says ‘i’m sorry’ and gianna just wants to sink to the floor. she craves simplicity so. .  terribly, all of a sudden. these moments where she is reminded that her life is finite and she’s in constant danger just to… seemingly dodge death does very little for her except make her feel sick to her stomach. it’s not lost on her that her heart wildly thumping in her chest is doing her intruder no favors, so she takes a breath - it does very little to actually quell her feelings of panic, but it does buy her time to find words. she doesn’t know what to say - but is sure that it’s not fine. 

“you wanted a shower.” she echoes, disbelief is… so evident in her tone. disbelief that this is her life - that there is a vampire in her living room. hoping to take a shower. WHY she keeps getting dealt the worst hand of cards is beyond her. she’s so wrapped up in that notion she doesn’t even take offense to the attack on her grandmothers cat - whom is trying to squeeze its hefty body between the back of her legs and the door. “oh my god,” her head shakes as she tries to mentally reason with herself. she doesn’t see any way she could tell nikki NO, as much as she’d LIKE to. gianna exists below her on her food chain and wants nothing more than to come out of this unscathed. “you want a SHOWER?” her fingers finally unwrap themselves from the handle of the door to run themselves over her face. “that’s IT? this isn’t a trap? you can use it. i don’t…  i don’t care.” it’s evident in her tone that she’s still very much distressed. her minds already mulling over the… aftermath this could cause. “but there’s. there’s no reason we need to … talk about this with anyone. we NEVER crossed paths.” 

it’s incredible, given that self loathing was one of nikki’s THINGS : but she’s never hated herself more than in this moment, and she isn’t sure whether its as simple as simply hating who she’s become, or whether there’s MORE to it. the redhead had explained VAMPIRISM quite clearly. everything was heightened, and everything was the absolute most. maybe, just maybe, she had ALWAYS been this person. this one who made other peoples lives... so difficult. she’s terrifying her, and she can say nothing except a ‘sorry’ that doesn’t feel enough.

she’s aware that she’s nodding ; she’s even more aware, suddenly, of the fact that as she DOES, she’s shrinking away. trying to turn herself into less of a threat. it’s hard to do, for her - even without factoring in the fact that her eyes glow RED. what a fucking... nightmare. “why would i lie about that?” stupid question. nikki’s sure there’s SO many reasons she might, with ‘i was actually coming to drain you and your family’ being... right at the top. AGAIN, it’s worrying that the other seems to be genuinely in the KNOW, and seems to understand what nikki is without it needing to be said. but she doesn’t want to follow that thought. “i mean...- i’m not, lying. i found a worm in my hair this morning, that’s...” it’s more of a priority, she wants to say, but again - her air runs out. it’s getting easier to inhale, but only by the smallest of margins. she knows she doesn’t NEED the oxygen, but reflex is hard to lose. “this isn’t exactly my proudest moment. i don’t want to...- to relive it, either.”

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Top 10 BtVS characters (as voted by my followers): #5 — Faith Lehane (64.4%) ↳ “Faith. Her name alone invokes awe. ‘Faith’. A set of principles or beliefs upon which you’re willing to devote your life. The Dark Slayer. A lethal combination of beauty, power, and death.”

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sulpicia-volturi‌:

The brightness in her eyes was unmistakable as Sulpicia moved through the festival without a care. She was out in this new city and didn’t have an entire guard with her in order for it to happen. It felt like ages since she’d been able to explore and she enjoyed watching the humans and supernatural alike as they had their fun. She sipped the chocolate beverage merely because she could and she was so busy looking around she nearly bumped right into someone. Her movement was nothing more than a flicker of a blur as she moved out of the way. “That was close,” she breathed giving the person before her a bright smile. “My apologies if I startled you. I just love people watching and found myself a bit distracted.”

maybe throwing herself into the deep end hadn’t been a good idea. maybe the fact she hadn’t killed one helpless human when she could have wasn’t a sign of IMPROVEMENT ( and strength ) like nikki had thought, but a literal fluke. it had been weeks, now, since she had been turned. she had been around humans in small amounts, never for very long ; but she hadn’t been in a crowd, yet, and it became very obvious to her once she had dropped by that it had been a MISTAKE. the newborn was keeping to the shallower points by design, but the scent was... overpowering. nikki was good. good for someone who was being kept in the dark by her creator on purpose, even. but if it hadn’t been for the near collision with someone she knew instantly was of HER kind -.... she might just have lost it, right at that moment. “it’s okay,” she was quick to jump away ; even knowing the other was like HER, nikki’s inherent desire not to be too close to someone won out. “it’s fine,” she seems like she’s speaking more to herself. maybe she was. “i-...i was distracted, anyway. it’s- i-...” she’s not meant to say. somehow, that thought isn’t enough to give her actual PAUSE. “it’s a lot. i didn’t realize it would be so much.”

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gravcyard‌:

it was the eruption from eggo, her grandmother’s cat, that violently pulled gianna from her studies. her heart lurched despite the assumption that the cat probably frightened himself, flashlight on her phone the only thing illuminating her home. she HEARS a woman before she sees her. she freezes much like a deer in headlights - she can’t bring herself to bring the light to the body in her family room at first. what does one DO ? she has no weapon, and for some that would provide no help, anyway. her wrist shakes, allowing the flashlight to teeter in and out of focus on crimson eyes. a vampire. this is IT for her. her heart was beating on borrowed time, this was bound to happen eventually, right ? but in her own HOUSE ? poor grandma mei. 

she had this feeling only once before - where there was so much fear and so much DREAD coursing through her veins that she was sure she’d be sick. the feeling is overwhelming, free hand reaching backwards to grab onto something, a table to steady herself. what to do - her minds racing so quickly that she can’t quite settle on an idea. at the very least she obeys. she’s not screaming, not yet. “of all the houses…” she croaks, her voice sounding. .  exactly like one would if they felt they were backed into a corner. panicked, yet defeated. gianna could run. her feet are slowly moving towards the door to her home. she could scream bloody MURDER in the street. make so much noise she cannot be ignored. maybe it would cause such a big fiasco everyone could be spared. the same spiel she did in volterra is another option ; the one she used to plead to edward for her mortal life - though she’s not entirely convinced that speech is why she’s still living. if only one could wish someone into being present - she yearned for his safety and security. “okay,” she slips out, her voice barely a whisper. her hand is on the doorknob when she realizes something - if she was meant to be a snack… she could have been KILLED, already. without a moments notice. and yet here she was, simply being told not to scream. “what do you want?”

fuck. fuck. FUCK. this is bad, and she isn’t just saying that because of the fact that in GENERAL, getting caught breaking and entering was bad. it’s bad for a myriad of reasons, but it’s downright dangerous for this human to now be awake and terrified due to the SIMPLE fact that her startled heart’s beating was the kind of noise nikki couldn’t resist, and her fear made her blood smell... well, to put it mildly : divine. if she had just stayed asleep, she wouldn’t be in this precarious position. if nikki had just been more careful, she wouldn’t have put her into it. it’s not as sobering a thought as she WISHES it was.

if her own heart could thump, it might’ve flown right out of her chest, by now, as she stared back at the other with frantic intensity. her muscles strained - every thing in her telling her to feed, calling her to take what she WANTED from this feeble girl- but it was just that. she had already fed, on this night. it was want and not NEED. her jaw clenched and unclenched over and over again, but when she tested the air with a shallow intake of breath, she found it...- not easy, but bearable. enough to focus upon the words spilling from her. she doesn’t seem to stunned by her eyes. by her presence. scared, of course, it was understandable ; but not quizzical. humans not in the know would have a lot more to them in this moment than gianna did. it was a line of thought that nikki didn’t have time to explore, if she wanted to avoid any more disaster. “i’m sorry,” it’s all but choked out, using the last of the breath already inhaled. she has to take a long moment to suck in another - her whole body shuddering at the smell of human that wafts toward her. “i wanted...- a shower. i was going to shower. i thought the house was empty, or...- or everyone was asleep. i didn’t realize there was a DEMON CAT waiting to get stepped on.”

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“what the fuck did you do, to deserve this?” she might be dead - but she hadn’t lost what made her, HER. the question was blunt, sure ; but she was GENUINE in her curiosity, even if it didn’t seem so. she kept to herself, mostly. she avoided the others of the ‘army’, as much as was ALLOWED. but there was a burning desire within to know what...- what was happening, here - and it was hard to blame her, really. 

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somethngwicked‌:

august was desperate, he had given up his entire life to follow nikki- to find her. it had been weeks since she vanished, yet, he hadn’t given up, he spent every day knocking down doors and following leads. and yet, his investigation seemed to be going no where. every time he thought he found a lead, he wound up right where he had started. yet, he hadn’t given up home. sure, it occasionally faltered, especially on a night like this. he had been close, he knew it, his witness was credible, yet when he turned up at the house where nikki was supposed to be staying it was vacant. and in a moment of self pity, he found himself at a bar, knocking back shot after shot until closing. and then he was stumbling out the door, waving off any offers for a cab. 

and that’s when he saw her. standing across the street, watching him- her usual smirk replaced with a look of concern. “nikki,” he called out, his voice cracking as he stumbled into the street. it was a miracle he wasn’t hit by a car, but in that moment august didn’t care. he couldn’t let her get away. “it’s really you,” he breathed, as he finally stepped onto the curb, reaching out to grab ahold of her hand. “you’re alive,” he breathed. @stillhvrny​

weakness. it was VERY human of her, but in spite of all efforts made by the redhead bitch - she wasn’t beyond that, yet. she missed forks, the only town she’d ever thought of as home. she missed her HOUSE - rundown as it was, it was still where she felt most comfortable. and she missed...- she missed august. she wasn’t above admitting that, these days. they had done the ‘trouble admitting feelings’ stage. they had DONE the ‘no strings attached’ one, too. she loved him. he loved her - it had been as simple as that, and she felt- like something had been stolen from her. on some level, she was AWARE that she had lost worse things thanks to what had happened. that she should value her life, and all the things that had come along with it more than she did a boy. but love was love.

seeking him out was not difficult, now that she was reborn. the DIFFICULTY lay in staying away from him - something that she knew she had to do for his safety, for his betterment, but that hurt her more than words could say. she was aware that he had come to town. she had seen him at a distance. but on this night, as she stood beneath a streetlight and watched as he emerged, the space where her beating heart had once been ACHED to see him in such a state.

nikki had never been good at feeling for other people. but in this instance, she could not flit away. when his eyes locked onto hers, her expression fell, and she could not unstick the glue that kept her standing there. “august,” her voice was inaudible, and though she had the urge to rush and meet him in the middle, she did not. in fact - she managed to find it within herself, just as he stumbled up onto the curb, to step back before his hand could touch her - hands up defensively, voluntarily cutting off her own airflow so that she did not breathe in his scent. “why are you here?” 

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she had planned to break in, and it wasn’t the first time she had done such a thing, so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. nikki had made some shitty decisions in her human life. she stood by them, for the most part, and they acted as her experience when it came to... this. she had thought about smashing a back window, or even breaking the lock. she had FIGURED that with her new strength, it wouldn’t even be difficult to do. luckily enough for all involved, she checked the door before she went straight to needless destruction - and the handle gave way, unlocked door opening with little more than a soft creak.

two cautious steps into a dated kitchen. it was pitch black ( the very reason she had CHOSEN this home had been because of how... quiet it seemed ), but her crimson eyes adjusted, and she sidestepped to avoid walking into rickety looking table. in and out. she repeated it like a mantra, even as the soft smell of the humans who must have lived here washed over her. she needed...- she needed this. more than she needed their blood. it had been over a month since she had been alive showered, and her brown curls were knotted with sticks and dirt, her face streaked. she was in baggy, unwashed clothes - not her own, swiped from a donation bin - and she...- she didn’t want to be, anymore. in and out. clean up, get gone. she was quiet as a mouse ( though she had never been so far from being one ), right up until sure foot came down onto something that was distinctly alive - fat cat YOWLING as she jumped away from his tail, knocking over a table in her plight. “fuck-” she’s still moving to avoid the cat, the things that are all now in her way, and the expletive leaves her in a rush, wide eyes careening around the room until they come to rest on the open door, and the figure who had appeared there- “shit- fuck- fuck- don’t scream.” 

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Phoebe Tonkin as Hayley Marshall in The Originals, season 5 episode 13: “When the Saints Go Marching In”

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Outtake of Phoebe Tonkin by James Wright for So It Goes Issue 10