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[ofredblood]

                 ❜ would you QUIT IT ?        you're makin my head H U R T . ❛

[herbloodlacedtheirwinex-blog]

"I'd spend countless hours here, drawn to the solace and warmth that only a home has the ability to provide. But this visit was different, so much had happened—"

      Virginia, the place now known as Mystic Falls; which at one point had been what she'd come to call home, though that reality had been abandoned decades—centuries ago. Life as a human knew not of the complexities the life of present day bore; the continuous inner battling of a growing obscurity and remnants of a previous life's light; it fell nothing short of mentally exhausting. But her somehow still vivid memories were and would always remain to exist as her grasp on humanity, something which felt was drastically slipping through spaces amidst digits with each passing second. How does one hold onto something which feels as if it's a violation to what you've become?

      What she hadn't expected to come across on the very outskirts of the town however, was a face bearing belonging to this exact past; the youngest remaining son of the Mikaelsons, siblings of which some had grown to feel as if they were part of her own family. It was here that dainty fingers retreated from the sand and guided a fallen strand from her face as she rose, "Kol Mikaelson." Despite initially believing it to be an illusion of the mind, reality tickled the corners of her lips until they rose in an upward motion; as it seemed to differ this time 'round, "It's been— a while."

[msmysticblondie-archive]

    "How are you even--           I know you were dead. I mean I-- you were dead."

[crimsonenchantress-blog]

        "You must be him. The Mikaelson brother, I've had yet to meet."