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What Should Have Been | Avonia

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A four-year old Asariel came bounding into their home, cheeks flushed from the excitement with her cupped hands in front of her. Elijah wasn’t far behind her, laughing at her enthusiasm. “Mama! Mama! Look what we found!” She giggled as she held her cupped hands to her mother. Inside of them was a small bird, precariously holding it’s wing as if it were broken. “Papa said we could bring it back and help it mend!”

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How much do I love Pris & Kevin

I will sacrifice a few minutes of sleep to reply to a starter they send me right as I'm getting off work. This is how much I love you both. @fidusfrater @werewolfjerk @brokenbex

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Elijah: Kol, would you please?

*silence*

Elijah: Thank you!

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@brokenbex, @fidusfrater

Pris and I are patiently waiting for Kev to come on so we can be told we are heartwrenching people who are evil as hell while creating more heartbreak for him...

Yep, just like old times.

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Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

text; this was really…inappropriatetext; i had to throw my phone into my purse because some woman in the office wanted to see[text]; jesus christ….and why are you randomly wearing a tie and nothing else???[text]; these were an accident. im sure of it. but what fresh hell am i in???

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The Truth, The Whole Truth, and Nothing But

Asariel had made sure that Freya, Rebekah, Hayley, and both the girls were okay before stomping into her father’s study where he’d been holed up since his return from whatever excursion he’d been on with Klaus and Kol. She’d waited patiently until the two had emerged from the room. If she’d wanted to, she could have easily listened in to their hushed conversations behind the closed doors, but she stopped herself. There were some things that she just needed to hear from her father’s mouth first before she even dared confront her Uncle Niklaus about his supposed actions.

She slammed the doors shut, making her father look up from his book. “Before we even start this, I’ve made it to where no one can eavesdrop on the room… Or more so Aunt Freya did.” She started. She would have sat down but her anger was getting the better of her… So the further away she was from him the safer it was for the two of them.

“Did Uncle Niklaus kill my mother? And don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Esther brought her back from the dead and she showed up here today. Said she’d already seen you so just be honest with me, did Nik kill my mother?” She asked finally stopping as she stared at him. “I just need the truth. No more lies because you think I can’t handle the truth!”

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{-- It was a twisted way of thinking and she was right of mind to admit as such but if anyone but her tried to hurt her family; there would be hell to pay. The one person whom always had her loyalty was Elijah. No matter what happened between them there was always something that held the loyalty in tact. Perhaps because he was the one that held her after each turn as a girl, before they became monsters; he would always be there for her. No matter the horror he saw that fell in the path of her destruction under a full moon, Elijah always came back to her; he always saw the purity and beauty within her. Even when he knew she was a murderous beast.

So needless to say when Nicoletta finally got her brother back, and in turn the knowledge of exactly what their mother had put him through; the hybrid was in a fit of rage. Of course she couldn't go directly after their mother thanks to spells and a group of angry wolves; but that didn't mean Nicoletta couldn't go after those said wolves. And anyone else that had a hand in hurting Elijah. Which is exactly what she did, casting blood on each corner of New Orleans that she possibly could.

By the time she was done over thirty bodies had been scattered in the French Quarter alone. Her temper had always been the one trait to continuously get her in trouble. Add in a smidge of murderous lust and you had a multiple massacre on your hands. Not that it wasn't something completely normal to the hybrid, but as of late she'd been on good behaviour. But knowing that Elijah had been tortured before being locked in his mind, drove her mad. She'd deal with the repercussions later. She simply wanted to act in her brothers name, make people suffer. Make it known to their mother that this wouldn't be the end of things.

Her entire body reeked of blood, previously light colored clothing now stained deep red. Her feet dragged through the house as she moved along the empty halls, ignoring the calls of Hayley and whoever else. Nicoletta's mind was somewhere else; call it the haze of murder. Mass murder.  Blue orbs kept their focus on the floor as she moved in silence, lost in her own thoughts as she subconsciously made her way toward where Elijah lay in bed; recovering. 

Crossing the threshold of his bedroom a hand flung the door shut behind her, the loud slam echoing through the compound; signalling to anyone around that if they dared to enter they'd surely be slaughtered. Vaguely she became aware of her brother stirring on the bed but it didn't connect, not yet. 

"Nicoletta."

Her name fell softly and though she knew he was worried the laugh that fell couldn't be helped. "This is nothing." The hybrid finally caught her brothers gaze as she rounded the bed, falling into the chair at his bedside. "Mother will know her vile ways, the lines they have crossed. The streets run red with the blood of her followers, it will send a message."  Elijah moved in bed, pushing himself up against the headboard slowly. 

Brows furrowed as their gaze locked, his concern evident. "You have slaughtered innocent lives, whom had nothing to do with what happened to me, Nicoletta. There was no need for such a drastic measures." Now that had her attention. With snap judgement the hybrid stood abruptly, a snarl escaping the back of her throat. "She tortured you..bled you.. locked you in your subconscious to suffer memories you don't even know are real or not. Every life that fell tonight deserved to fall for their loyalty to a woman who enjoys ruining the lives of those she claims to be family. Our mother is a monster, Elijah." His head shook, "I am not claiming she isn't." 

Another snarl as Nicoletta took a step back in her annoyance, beginning to pace the room. "No one deserves to suffer as we have. You are more important to me, Elijah - then some title of a city that no longer belongs to us." Her jaw squared and nostrils flared, anger rising once more. From his position on the bed Elijah offered soft laughter, something rare even for him. "You're laughing at me?" Nicoletta's head tilted with narrowed eyes. "It appears, dearest sister - that you've finally admitted how much I mean to you. Or perhaps that was a mindless slip."

It took a long moment before the hybrid registered everything and then she found herself back in the chair, slouching. Surely it would need to be thrown out in the morning, blood soaking into the fabric. The whole thing would be ruined; much to her dismay once she realized of course. Slowly it occurred to the female that she was still wearing tainted clothing, and along those lines; that Elijah needed to feed.  The thought had barely registered in her mind before her figure pushed up in the chair, posture straightening with a brief smile.

"Shall I go fetch the little wolf or do you intend on drinking the blood bank dry?"

      Just like that, back to bickering.}