#;penelope

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@bloodthirsty-hero

axel, lovely, i’ve made u a playlist 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 it’s a bit of a mix of songs you might like and just some nice fluffy, sappy tunes

here’s the link

but just in case i also screenshoted it so u can see all the songs <3

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   So much had been set in M O T I O N lately. Not to mention that she’d found herself bound with this strange need to know that she could still be who she was: that the parts of her that had been there before she went dark still existed and it was just a matter of finding a way to get through the wall of guilt. So maybe that’s where the idea had come from, an approach she assumed would work because where else had she been more herself than the town she’d grown up in. The place that seemed like a safety net right now and maybe the PERFECT escape she needed to fill in the blanks when it came to solving this particular puzzle because she didn’t wanna be swallowed whole  — she didn’t want to feel like magic was some screwed up bad thing. She just needed to breathe: she needed to find her air. “ I know it’s kinda out of nowhere  —  not completely I guess; I’ve been in a weird place for a while,” she gave a hesitant smile, something soft and courage-building so that she could catch her girlfriend’s gaze without feeling like she happened to be doing something illegal. “ but I need to head back to Mystic Falls...” she let that sink in for a moment before she went on. “ I just need to clear my head and now that we can leave the City, maybe it’s smart that I stay there for a while.” because looking at the faces that settled as the bearers of her GUILT: faces that reminded her of what she’d done or could do — it wasn’t healthy. She wasn’t healthy and trying to be better meant doing the selfish thing, even if it felt like she was running away. 

@willdoitforher​

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   It was all a flood, one moment ONE SINGLE MOMENT. She’d just wanted to do something right, to help someone in the wake of all the awful things she’d done lately and it BACKFIRED. She’d felt the small trickle of blood first, the warning...the warning she I G N O R E D she’d tried to go on. granted perhaps trying to kill a demon in favor of saving an innocent life hadn’t been a smart idea; it was going to take everything she had and apparently she wasn’t afraid to give it. 

 The crack of bone, the way the Demon fell and at the same time her head began to hurt...-EXCRUCIATING pain. She’d clutched there, until it felt like every part of her internal combustion was on fire (fitting maybe)...boiling..BOILING until it ended. Until the Demon had gotten away with barely a scratch and she’d laid there dead...or not really dead at all; she’d forgotten about a situation. One where she’d prodded and poked at the Original Hybrid until she’d crossed a line, until she’d had his blood in her system. 

It felt like S E C O N D S one moment between death and between waking up except there was pain, in her gums, in her head. It felt like every distant sound was insistent in causing a migraine but then she’d smelt something familiar. The one person she needed now, the one that she wanted to tell her all of this was okay, that being scared wasn’t a bad thing; that came with this. It came with being something different but there was something off. 

 She’d turned, eyes landing on the one person she loved more than anything in the world and she felt everything crashing down. It would’ve been EASIER if this was a dream, that maybe she’d wake up any second (likely still in Hope’s room) and she’d know everything was okay. That her worst possible fear, the one right next to becoming her Uncle wouldn’t be happening. 

BUT SHE WASN’T WAKING UP. 

 No matter how hard she tried, she was living her worst nightmare. She’d started shaking her, panicked sobs seemingly leaving her without any real intention on letting them out. She was becoming suffocated by her own feelings, her own grief that pulling her dead girlfriend close and hoping for one second that this would all work. 

She’d used the blood on the ground, it didn’t matter in the long run; all that mattered was her, she’d felt it, the change and she’d acted as quickly as she could. A bite to the wrist, enough to let the blood fall into the other’s mouth. “Come on...-” She’d whispered desperately. “You CAN’T leave me.” She was begging now. 

@willdoitforher​

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   To lose something was often seen as a bad thing and yet it seemed that the more FUN she seemed to have the more power that seemed to drain away until she was left empty. An emptiness that certainly left everything flooding back. So she’d panicked, inching close enough to the Minotaur that she felt it’s wrath and she couldn’t heal the wound.

Everything was all piling on top of her and all she felt was suffocation, like she could die right there and then. “I’m sorry...-I don’t know what’s...I feel like I wanna die.” She wondered if Penelope could see the true pain in that, all the emotion because it was there and something she couldn’t stop. “Everything i’ve done...I CAN’T BREATHE.” 

@willdoitforher​

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   These last few weeks had honestly been the most FREEING of her life, though that really came with both the literal freeing and the metaphorical freeing that most high school twelve year old’s tended to dream of. Or maybe in the end it was just easier when the only person that mattered at all was right besides you while the rest rotted (the world really may as well be burning around them at this point). “Oh don’t worry, I didn’t boil their blood like I should’ve done...-just gave then a little pain to remember me bye.”

@willdoitforher

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Done and over. Although as far as she was concerned the school could rot; it wasn’t like they were offering her anything anymore...far too little as far as power went and surely the matter of an all too recent murder wasn’t something she cared to stick around and deal with...-no literally she didn’t CARE (Kind of funny the more she thought about it). 

“So what do you say we get the hell out of here?...-pretty sure there’s bound to be a hotel or something that’ll take us with a magical push.” Which definitely seemed like the smartest option, easy enough to conceal herself away from most locator spells. “Come on. There’s nothing here for me anymore but a dead bloody memory on the floor.” Bad metaphors but that seemed like the smartest way to say it. 

@willdoitforher

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She was in shock, plain and simple...certainly enough that she’d spend the rest of the night wondering if what she’d done was real or if it had all been some horror show she’d conducted in her own mind; perhaps it wouldn’t change the fact that she was a MURDERER now or that she’d had to bury some innocent guy who’d just asked too many questions and had gotten in the way (Josie was guilty in all those respects, she just wish she felt as bad as she should about it). 

Only just managing to get out of clothes that were reeked of blood, the brief knock at the door sent her head flailing in panic until it was Penelope..at least that seemed comforting but it wasn’t as if she could just admit to what she’d done. “Hey, I missed you today.” more than just a general kind of missing the person you were in love with and maybe enough that it happened to convince Josie she was still capable of feeling something. 

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