#exthne

[dreamwvlker]

                               after a long and completely                                unannounced hiatus from                                the waking world ————

                                            ‘ the prodigal son has arrived.                                              but, i, uh—— i gotta be back at                                                       midnight, though. ’

[exthne]

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exthne

this has happened before.

indra never forgets a face. she might pretend like she doesn’t remember someone, but she does. even after all these years dealing in humans, and destroying humans and devouring humans, she never forgets a face. and although she can’t remember where she saw this one, she knows why it’s so potent in her mind. she knows what she is.

“ hey. will you c’mere a second. “

blood is splattered across her neck. clothes are soaked. that was a nice dress, too. she lifted it off a body, but it was nice nonetheless. she wonders, well, she knows the other can smell the blood on her from even a few feet away. let’s see what she can do to her. let’s see if she can get her worked up.

[exthne]

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exthne

eyes: bloodshot. skin: pale. bones: protruding. she looks shitty, and yet, there’s still a smile on her face. it’s cloud cover outside. no, worse. it’s getting dark. beginning to rain. maybe she should have stayed out, and yet, here she was. “ are you the waitress in here. “

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exthne

    she had followed her here. the stench of death followed her, and now as one would assumed. it was different. always different for her. a clawed hand ran across the wooden surface of the bar. her eyes followed the bartender back and forth and back and forth before he finally settled on her. but by that time her date at arrived. “ this place isn’t yours, is it. “ her voice cracked and whistled, like waves crashing against the rocks.

[dumahs]

this is strange, but just roll with it, everything has good reason, right. and he sure does have a right to be proud on the big night. it took a lot of work, and a lot of thought, and finally it was finished. and he was glad. now the real games would begin. so. his arm was around her. it’s nothing. think nothing of it. a moment of casualness to go with the ever growing pride. fine. it’s whatever. hopefully that doesn’t worry her too much. it’s nothing at all.

❝ so? what’s the word? ❞ and that’s directed at stefan this time, from across the table. once he takes his arm away from rory, not even a word spoken, he leans over the table, an eyebrow raised. don’t miss the fact every few seconds he’s glancing over and behind and away and someone else, looking for eden. cece is somewhere with that new friend of her’s and for the first time in probably an eternity he’s not worried about her.

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I just started that show and holy shit she's so pretty!! I can't wait to see her on my dash tbh

the show is so good, so hooked! and god, megan boone is so gorgeous ugh -- ... i've been slowly working her into recent threads and starters since i started iconing her, so worry not, friend! i'm half tempted to put her with kat isabelle as connor's main fcs, tbh.