#• thread five

[stefanoasalvatore]

@bittenlore

🩸 → stefan salvatore didn't want to spend another minute in the boarding house tonight, it felt too warm, too suffocating... every nerve ending alive he wanted relief that wouldn't come. all he wanted was to rip out a throat, to indulge in the relief of drinking directly from the source - but he couldn't let that be his lasting mark - not one last bloody night to end it all. so he went on a walk, hoping the night air would refresh him, help him clear his mind before he settled in for the rest.

wishful thinking, and he might have even been able to convince himself it was really working... until he saw himself standing nearby.

"thought i'd see someone else... when the hallucinations started."

maybe his mother, or his father... a younger version of his brother, before things had gone so wrong... maybe even katherine or klaus, but looking himself in the face, well, that was a new fresh hell.

"ghost of sins past, i assume?"

[xtomavery]

@etcrnalfangs || katherine

🧇 → a warm smile is offered along with a bow for effect before the gladiator asked "excuse me, your majesty, do you know where the fortune tellers are set up? i tried to figure it out but i'm new to town and the layout is all greek to me."

[xqetsiyah]

@traumatise

🔮 → "the infamous klaus mikaelson, abomination, original hybrid, and kin stabber. how're you holding up? i'm sure silas' little game was quite unnerving."

[jolaughlin]

@alexiabransn

🩺 → sitting around mystic falls, waiting for a janitor to open up the building for the clinic left josette laughlin looking at her phone for any messages from the janitor who was supposed to be there over an hour ago, or the hospital, maybe an emergency that would pull her away, but was only met with no signal. sighing and walking around, trying to find a signal to no avail in spite of her efforts. no emergencies to be calling her from mystic falls right now. "know anywhere nearby with decent food? or cell reception?"

[andromedacho]

@traumatise

✨ → one of the few good things about the town of mystic falls was the sheer number of tragedies that had unfolded there over the centuries. while the majority of society, supernatural or otherwise would find sorrow in the nearly endless cycle of misery in the bleak little virginian town, andromeda saw it for what it really was - an opportunity.

locations of tragedies, such as a mass murder of vampires or the hanging of witches was filled to the brim with potential for residual magic tied to the horrors the soil had witnessed. it's not hard to read a map of the time period and find where witches had found their end and compare it to a more modern layout to test her theory.

her hopes are answered as she crosses the threshold of the long abandoned home, a chill in the air leading her to feel as though she was getting warmer. it's an instinct and feeling that proves correct, and she settles down, lighting candles in the name of ceremony more than ceremony and sitting on the floor, hands flat against it glowing red as she take it all in. for all the pain and suffering that had left a stain on the ground, the heretic can't deny that the reward out weighs any sorrow. it's addicting, the feeling of power rushing through her finger tips. every nerve ending was screaming in a symphony, one that she silenced as she became hyper aware that she was no longer alone.

standing up, she turns to face the source of her distraction. if she was still just a siphon, she would have been petrified, shielded herself from view and hidden away, but she isn't afraid anymore.

"you're lucky i don't smite you where you stand."