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LAURA OMG, birthday! happy birthdayyyyyy, i hope you had the most beautiful day full of smiles. you bring such joy to my dash it’s indescribable. thank you for being you and bringing such amazing energy, headcanons and writing to my dash. i can’t wait till i actually get my shit together and write you something lmao ❤️❤️
THIS WAS SO SWEET AND CUTE I'M CRYING THANK U ILY <3333333 it's okay i also need to get my shit together and write YOU something.
❛ I WOULD MAKE A TERRIBLE THIEF. ❜ Too honest, for one. Not a good enough liar or actress to pull off such a ruse. ❛ But if the opportunity came to take a star as my own... ❜ She gazes up at the night sky with such affection, allowing her smile to finish the sentence for her. If the opportunity came, she would take it.
@dignitaes
it was, all things considered, a far more pleasant party than he'd anticipated. as much as he ever anticipated finding pleasure in a house party. but he'd made it a rule since his marriage to let his wife guide him in all matters related to their social calendar. so when she'd declared herself quite taken with the new viscountess bridgerton, his fate - and the fate of two weeks of their summer - had been sealed. " you seem truly settled here, " he said, offering the hostess a polite smile. small talk had never been his forte - but for his wife's sake, he was determined to try. he knew a little of the viscountess' history, and of how recently she had moved to england. " i imagine it cannot have been easy. to me, the differences between london and derbyshire are often too great to bear... " he added, a glimmer of humor behind his eyes.
@dignitaes --> 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻
" you miss it , don’t you ? " @dignitaes : david, 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖗.
tongue runs over the bottom blade of her teeth rather than respond, unsure of the answer herself. the painting she examines is an ancient relic from a former life : a simple portrait of the coven she had left over a century ago, minerva standing at the far end of a line of witches. it isn't displayed in her office for a reason, but of course david enters on the rare occasion that she has it out. a minute or so passes before she shrugs.
"being part of a coven, you mean? sometimes." but she isn't soppy about admitting it — voice flat, cold. "i rarely see other witches and those that i do are, to put it kindly, pathetic." she grabs the painting and puts it back in the chest she'd unearthed it from, gaze finally turning up to him. "but i don't regret my choices."
" i need you to kill me . " @dignitaes : david, 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖗.
"ah, you've asked me a thousand or so years too late. my treaty with your elders forbids this." fingers snap and her arm hooks ( drats! ) before she goes back to her writing, not even looking up at him. "if you tell me what ails you, though, i may be able to help... unless it's about your father." there are only so many hats she can wear — family therapist will not be among them.
" what do you want me to do ? " @dignitaes : kate's tvd verse, 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖗.
"quit hovering." she snaps, fully breaking her concentration to turn and look up at the woman standing over her shoulder — brows furrowed. "you're worried, i understand, but i am annoyed. give me time to do the spell as i must and then we can talk about how you can help me help your sister." hands raise to shoo her toward the door.
@dignitaes ft. enzo said . . . " are you leaving? "
" don't tell me you're gonna miss me. " lexi grins, winding around his back in order to ruffle his hair. perhaps it's not the wisest of gestures, but she's always lived in the familiar. after all, everyone is a stranger until they're not.
still, there's a pang of sadness in her chest at the concept of leaving mystic falls this time. it's best when she breezes into town like this, brought in when needed or dearly missed, but never staying for too long. she's always been something of a wanderer. it keeps the afterlife more interesting. she's gone to so many corners of the world, and yet, there's still more for her to explore.
" you know, you could come with, " she suggests with a shrug, " there's nothing keeping you here, right? " it's been a long time since she's had a travel companion. maybe she's more lonely than she lets on.
» Look at me. You’re not going to die, « & upon catching the sound of Atlanna's gentle but firm voice, hues of green snap open, looking up to stare at the blue of @dignitaes' eyes framed with wisps of light hair. Jason remains upright, and backed up against a wall, in the farthest corner of a cage, a cage within a container. Someone knocked him out, and locked him in there. Not quite as bad, but almost reminding him of a coffin buried six feet under soil and dirt. 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, he genuinely intended to quip in response, despite adrenaline shooting through his system. However, the joke catches in his throat, and Jason involuntarily pounds his fist against his thigh. His chest tightens on the sensation of not being able to get enough oxygen. How long since he's been forced to breathe stale air? How long since he's seen neither sun nor moon? With his eyes squeezed shut again, Jason almost crawls out of his skin as Atlanna grasps the sides of his head to try and regain his attention again. Oh. He didn't make her up, then. “You're real,” & once more, he's looking at her, more attentive now, more present, the green of his eyes shining upon acknowledging her as a source of relief.
