#bayoeu

[sangreluxuria-moved]

         this    was    a    statement    quite    familiar    to   him,    one    that    often    seems    to    occur    whenever    he    takes    one    look    at    her.

❝        i could never be miserable, hayley.         ❞

        now    it    was    his    turn:    flip    the   topic    at    hand    and    hope    the    answer    given    to    you    is    𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚘𝚗𝚎    𝚢𝚘𝚞    𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝.    love    is    FOREIGN    to    him,    seeing    the    world    turn    cruel    . . .    him    turning    cruel    alongside    it.    ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ    ˢʰᵉ    ˡᵒᵛᵉ    ʰᶤᵐ    ?    ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ    ˢʰᵉ    ᶰᵒᵗ    ᵇᵉ    ᵐᶤˢᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ    ?    niklaus    bites    the    inside    of    his    cheek,    now    crossing    his    hands    over    his    chest.

❝        you . . . but now i present my question to you: are you miserable? do you love this and the deeds i’ve done alongside it?         ❞

       @bayoeu​    submitted:   ❝   tell me you love this. tell me you’re not miserable.

[scraphmoved]

                  “   coming   here   may   have   been   no   help   ,   and   i   might   have   nearly   died   but   ...   i   WAS   reminded   it   could   always   be   worse   .   ι   coυld   lιve   нere   ;   how   do   you   manage   ?   ”

@bayoeu​  ♡’d

[sangreluxuria-moved]

@bayoeu​​     (        hayley     )       submitted         ✉️          . . .

TEXT ID: i realize that we always leave off on a rough and bitter end. truth be told, i think about when you told me of the time you found a home in me more often than i would like to say — if i bring it up at all.  the truth is, i only reacted as i did because it was a terrifying ordeal to me. i cannot say at the time because, in reality, it still does. contrary to your possible belief, i do want our daughter to be raised by both of her parents, by the two people who love her most, but there is a difference between you and i. our difference begins with your honesty. i’d be lying to you if i said i did not feel for you, something so human, and when i had come to this realization, i was rather terrified of it. i was not ready to give up that secret, the secret i’m reminded of every time your eyes appear on my sketchbook and every time your presence looms. in fact, i’m rather entranced. your eyes appear sharp every time, but i notice how they soften every time i show you what i’ve done, sketch them almost to perfection. sometimes, i wish for that gaze to be permanent.  i’ve pushed you away, and it seems without remorse. this letter, if i should give it to you (and i intend to do so), should prove that my intentions are anything but spiteful. do with this as you will. 

[191535]

                         ❝          ᵂᴱᴸᴸ  ,       this         is       where      𝖎       live.       ❞

 (    bayoeu   )           /     💬

[sangreluxuria-moved]

❛❛        i don’t see why you don’t have the time for it, hayley.        ❜❜

   he    reads    her    hesitancy    ˡᶤᵏᵉ    ᶤᵗ’ˢ    ᵃ    ˢᵉᶜᵒᶰᵈ    ˢᵏᶤᶰˑ    after    all,    he    did    the    same    not    too    long    ago    . . .    he’s    hesitated    far    too    many    times    with    her.    sometimes,    it’s    for    better.    otherwise,    klaus    has    realized    that    hesitancy    has    proved    𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖊.    it’s    cost    him    THE    LOVE    he    felt    for    her    (    and as much as he hates to admit it, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠.    )    and    her    confession.    but    that’ll    be    something    she    doesn’t    have    to    worry    about,    now    that    he    gives    a    small    smile.

❛❛        you can still. i’ll grant you special permission to attempt to read me like a book. how’s that, love ?        ❜❜

bayoeu​    submitted:   ❛❛ i wish i had more time to get to know you.

[cohnsumer]

—  @bayoeu​  gets  a  semi - plotted  starter .

for  as  long  as  there  had  been  werewolves  and  vampires,  there  had  been  a  feud,  an  ancient  conflict  between  their  races  that  even  after  over  four  centuries  walking  the  earth,  henry  still  did  not  know  the  full  story.  the  werewolves  told  tales  that  vampires  had  struck  first,  while  the  vampires  maintained  that  it  had  been  the  werewolves.  by  all  intents  and  purposes,  he  and  hayley  should  have  been  counted  among  those  that  at  best  avoided  each  other  and  at  worst  would  rather  see  the  other  dead  but  they  were  neither  of  these  things.

      henry  still  remembered  when  he  had  first  found  her.  she  had  been  young,  too  young,  to  have  been  through  all  the  things  that  she  had  been  through  and  gaining  her  trust  had  been  hard  won.  ever  since,  henry  had  told  her  that  she  could  count  on  him  as  an  ally  but  life  had  its  means  of  getting  in  the  way  of  such  vows.  hayley  had  been  a  werewolf,  and  that  had  meant  that  she  had  needed  others  of  her  kind,  regardless  of  whether  henry  was  able  and  willing,  he  was  not  her  kind  and  life  had  seen  fit  for  their  paths  to  diverge.  and  as  contact  with  her  had  become  rarer  and  rarer,  henry  had  accepted  that  their  encounters  had  ended.  his  life  was  long,  people  came  and  went  and  all  he  could  do  was  trust  that  she  could  find  her  own  way  without  him.

      perhaps  that  was  why  he  felt  his  heart  rise  into  his  throat  when  he  caught  sight  of  her  in  new  orleans,  surrounded  by  other  vampires,  and  accompanied  by  none  other  than  their  very  makers.  it  was  the  first  time  henry  had  been  anywhere  with  more  than  a  handful  of  vampires  in  a  single  location,  the  danger  of  such  a  meeting  was  not  lost  on  him  but  it  did  not  stop  him  from  intercepting  hayley’s  path  when  he  saw  an  opportunity.

      ❝  hayley!  ❞  her  name  was  still  familiar  on  his  lips  and  he  was  torn  between  joy,  shock  and  concern  when  he  finally  met  her  eye,  but  it  was  something  like  a  relieved  delight  that  seemed  to  drown  out  all  other  emotions  when  he  met  her  eye,  ❝  now  that’s  a  face  i  didn’t  expect  to  find  here.  ❞

[sangreluxuria-moved]

          love    was    a    complicated    emotion    for    him,    one    he    seems    to    ˢᵗʳᵘᵍᵍˡᵉ    to    explain.

❝        hayley,        ❞

         he    seems    to    𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆    before    finding    proper    words.    this    usually    isn’t    like    him.    typically,    he’d    spurt    out    answers    he    deems    fit:    𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢    𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎    𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜.    yet    there    niklaus    stands,    his    body    language    deeming    him    uncomfortable,    confused.    confused    as    to    how    he    got    here.    lips    part,    and    he    only    hopes    the    right    words    are    most    appropriate.

❝        you cannot ask me questions like these. you don’t expect me to do some grand gesture just so you know that . . . that i feel something for you? it’s ridiculous.        ❞

         @bayoeu    submitted:    ❝    if you love me, you love me in a way i understand.  

[sangreluxuria-a]

❝        i’m sure you’ll enlighten me with these rumors, little wolf.        ❞

            the    father    of    their    child.    niklaus    admits    he’s    noticed    𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊    in    himself,    a    change    he    thought    he’d    never    see.    fatherhood    has    made    him    SOMEWHAT    MERCIFUL    . . .    he    knew,    however,    that    he’d    (    ʳᵃᶤˢᵉ    ʰᵉˡˡ    )    on    whoever    laid    a    HAND    on    his    child,    𝚑𝚒𝚜    𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝    𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏    —    but    days    pass    since    he    and    hayley    let    her    go    to    rebekah,    telling    the    city    that    she    has    died.    niklaus    hadn’t    slept    soundly    since. 

❝        what are they then ? that i’ve murdered our child in cold blood ? that i am a heartless monster for drinking her blood ? making more hybrids to sire for me ? you don’t believe those whisperings, do you, hayley ? it’d show your character.        ❞

@bayoeu submitted: YOU REALLY SHOULD HEAR SOME OF THE RUMORS ABOUT YOU. COMEDIC GOLD.