#complicationspeaking

[cantplaywithoutaheartbeat]

@complicationspeaking from here:

Gia smirked, a huff of laughter leaving her at his reaction. Maybe he should have been the one to ask. After all they’d done together and gone through together, one would assume they were somewhat beyond this point. And yet, a simple date? That they had never managed that.

“You take too long,” she pointed out. “It seems I’ll always have to be the one making the first move.”

[got-fire]

“Elijah.” Katherine’s voice sounded surprised, slightly disheartened. “I didn’t expect to find you here. Ever again, actually.” She smirked.

@complicationspeaking

[imthelcstprincess]

( @complicationspeaking | starter call. )

“I’m really not looking for trouble.”  It was true - Rapunzel may have been an adrenaline junkie to an extent but she wasn’t a trouble seeker.  And with all the Mikaelson drama going on, well...  sometimes she just wanted to take a step back and not be involved.  Which made her feel bad for admitting, but it wasn’t like she was the first priority in all of this.  “If it’s fine with you, I’d like to just have my tea in peace.  Can we do that, like civilians?”

[geminirage]

complicationspeaking || interactions ;elijah & lizzie

she might not be hope mikaelson’s biggest fan, but she surely is of the rest of the tribrid’s family. the history fan in lizzie beams at every lecture elijah mikaelson gives at the school. he has lived through a thousand years of history, and will probably live through more, and while her father might not agree with her fascination with the original vampires, lizzie was never one to follow the rules. “professor mikaelson!“ was that odd? surely it was odd. the siphoner approaches once the class was dismissed, a little smile on her lips as she holds on to her books tightly. “i was thinking, you know, was it possible to get more classes with you? you have so much to talk about and there is so little time. I can talk to daddy to give you more hours.” and that way she could fulfill her desire to learn more. “you have a way with words, professor.”

[heavenslcst-archive]

@complicationspeaking​ / continued from here because I had to 

"Mmm, I think I'll pass" Laura decides, green eyes rolling skyward. "You should take a nap, the only way you're going to see those parts of me are in you're dreams." The werewolf smirks, before reaching forward and grabbing the bottle she came in for, from the top of the dresser. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going downstairs to get wine drunk, when you're nice and dressed feel free to join me"

[seesgood]

That is all.

i want to keep this in my inbox for forever but i feel rude, but I LOVE YOU THE MOOST 

[islecaptain-a]

@complicationspeaking | Malia and Elijah

“I’m not here to cause trouble.” The coyote muttered, eyes looking away as she huffed lightly. Arms folding over her chest as if to protect herself from any possible judgement. She got it, she was different, she was the daughter off two sociopaths, she was potentially dangerous.

But Malia was also on the run. Her mother, so-called mother Corrine, had escaped police custody. While Malia had taken her mother’s supernatural powers, Corrine was still highly proficient with a gun, and a knife and hand to hand combat. Rather than putting her friends in danger, she left.

Somehow found herself in this bustling city with a vast forest - a bayou. It was perfect. Aside from it being a bigger supernatural hub than even Beacon Hills. Malia had walked bang smack into an all out war. Hopefully though, the would be enough to hide her, to keep her safe. If she wasn’t killed for being a ‘wolf’ first. “I’m not a wolf.”

[naturesloopholed-a]

Instead of going to Alaric to train like Hope was known to do like clockwork on the weekends, instead, she is inside of her Uncle’s classroom with her laptop, she had unlocked the door with magic because going to get his keys would mean that he would know something was up between Alaric and her. She hadn’t expected him to come into his classroom, not on a Sunday afternoon when he could be out doing his own thing. Cutthroat kitchen is playing on her open screen, she took one of her earbuds out as blue eyes look to the one she had started to grow close with again.  ❝I wasn’t expecting you.❞ To say she looked comfortable in her Uncle’s nice chair, feet up on the desktop, and a slight smile on her face at whatever was so amusing on the screen  ❪most likely someone getting sabotaged with something that shouldn’t even be thought of to be used for cooking like a piece of curved pipe.❫ was an understatement. Hope looked at home even though this isn’t her normal thing to do when she could be breaking a sweat. ❝Do you want me to leave?❞ Please don’t ask why I’m here. Why I am not throwing punches at Alaric and trying so hard to not break old human bones.