#* speaker - lorelai.

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@hxlfcrxzy​ // mike & rory

           when the door goes, clicking on the latch, she assumes it’s oberyn coming home. home - she shakes that thought away. the idea that she’d consider calling it that was one she’d fought at every turn. yet now...it seemed like the only home she had. letting out a soft sigh, the blonde rises from her bed and pads out into the front room. “ob-” she stops, words faltering as azure hues settle on mike. ah, the werewolf boyfriend. “he’s not here right now. if you’re looking for him.” she says flatly, slight shrug of the shoulders. “not a fucking clue where he is either.” 

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rory: who is the last person you messaged?

     “ha-” it’s a derisive empty laugh, head shaking. her phone’s been off since...well since the explosion. since.. “lenn.” 

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@oftragxdy // rory && demitri

              she sits at the bar, nursing her drink, and contemplating what to do with her newly earned freedom. the black backless dress she wears - an unwanted gift - hangs low revealing the snake etched into her skin; this and the collar around her neck act as a clear reminder that she is still tied to this place. not much room for more choice than vodka or tequila. how such limits had become her sense of freedom, she doesn’t know. and yet it was. liberating, to be able to move among people again. even if those people were just other bloodbags and the leeches draining the life from them.

            a presence beside her brings her back out of her reverie, azure eyes staring blankly ahead. “if you’re going to crack me open and suck me dry like a fucking juicebox, you could at least get me a drink first.”

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💭 rory x lenn

"he's stupid and reckless for trying to see me, for sneaking into the club and risking his freedom. but then, that's lenn to fucking t. stupid and reckless and the best damn thing that ever happened to me."

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@shiverrinqs​||@michaelcardellerp​ // the champions reunion

       this is not the way she had hoped to see them again; not what she’s been dreaming of since first being taken. but it doesn’t matter anymore. from the moment she enters the champions wings, all that disappears. only panic exists - on sighting not one but both of her brothers also in the wings. they can’t be here - risking their lives in this madness. brina and lucky must be going out of their fucking minds. “bram ??” icy hues flick between the two men, heart thundering in her chest. “card ?? what the fuck ??”

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@sirenxsong​ || rory & oberyn 

          her mind drifts in and out of consciousness; the eruptions of the crowd drawing her back before she succumbs to exhaustion again. someone has moved her, though she doesn’t know who or where. just making space for the next contenders to bloody the ring. the fight. it seems a blur, she can barely picture it. had she really believed she had any hope ?? just a weak human with no weapons trying to fight against a supernatural. she’d given it her all though. a strange part of her hopes that bram would be proud. she didn’t go down easy given the clear disadvantage. 

        but she had lost. and god, she paid for it. her body aches all over; there are at least a few bones broken and her head spins every time she tries to open her eyes. now what ?? this had been her one shot at escaping. now, she’s even weaker than before. would the vampires even want her after this ??....or would this be it ?? another casualty of the ring. 

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@sirenxsong - oberyn & rory

        while ordinarily oberyn’s compulsion was kind enough ( was that really the right way to put it ?? ) to let her at least roam the darklands without his watchful gaze, the event of the century had not allowed her that freedom. while he had swanned off to the mer royals wedding, she had found herself trapped - limited to the confines of his home. food was scarce; being as he was a vampire, human fundamentals weren’t exactly a priority. and she had moved slowly from tired, to hungry, to pretty fucking hangry within the space of a few hours. his return - or at least she assumed that was him opening the door - would do little to quell the foul mood that had worsened in his absence. “oh honey-” the blonde says flatly, her expression stony. “you’re home. i was so worried.” ocean irises rake over the increasingly familiar face. “did ya have a blast at the big underwater soiree ?? i’ve been having a swell time going out of my fucking mind in this craphole.”

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@ilbuia​ || lucky & rory || way back when...

           “okay so-” her voice echoes from the kitchen, volume rising with each step back towards the living room of the tiny apartment. her arms are laden, clutching tightly to the beer bottles and handful of dvds. the collection is pretty battered, having been picked up from various markets and swaps over the years, but there are some classics in there - one’s that she and brina have rewatched a thousand times. “we can go action. rom-com. i think there’s a comedy or two in here....or full blown musical ??” she announces as she approaches the couch, dumping the contents of her collection onto the cushions. holding a beer aloft, she waves it in lucky’s direction. “best we’ve got is homebrew from the guys downstairs. doesn’t taste great but it hits hard.”