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[vmprre]

even    in    the    deafening    dark,    he    could    still    hear    the    song    of    her    heartbeat.    or    maybe    it    was    just    another    imagenation.    a    song    he    reminded    himself    of.    no    longer    human    heart    -    replaced,    replaced,    replaced.    HEART    MADE    OF    STONE.    the    girl    he    met,    long    gone    now.    something    so    sinister    about    the    way    she    looks    at    him.    doe    eyes    full    of    longing,    lust.    and    desperation.    he    couldn’t    deny    the    fact    that    something    about    her,    her    process    of    transitioning    into    a    vampire,    it    triggered    him.    nonetheless,    he    did    feel    for    her.    this    was    something    she    never    wanted    to    be    part    of.    she    rather    died    in    that    damn    car    than    ever    returning    as    a    vampire.    the    consequences    of    love.    the    consequences    of    his    brother.    damn    fool,    for    not    saving    her.    damn    her,    for    being    so    compassionate.    NOW    THEY    BOTH    HAVE    TO    LIVE    WITH    THE    CONSEQUENCES.    dark    eyes    inspecting    her,    hand    reaching    out    and    fingers    intertwined    together.    a    sign    of    comfort.    ‘’    there’s    nothing    wrong    with    you.    ‘’    he    says,    another    statement.    one    he    needs    her    to    believe.    ‘’    we’ll    figure    out    a    way.    if    you    need    human    blood,    if    that’s    what    it    takes    for    you    to    SURVIVE    .  .  .    then    so    be    it.    ‘’    lips    pressed    together,    head    tilted,    not    letting    her    out    of    his    sight.    ‘’    you’ll    be    fine,    elena.    i’m    here    &    i    won’t    let    anything    bad    happen    to    you.    ‘’

[inspotlight]

glancing    up    from    her    little    journal    that    served    as    a    lyric    book,    she    checks    the    time    on    the    clock.    ❝    i    have    rehearsal    for    the    musical    until    four    thirty    but    then    my    evening    is    free.    ❞    in    fact,    she    probably    needed    to    get    going    pretty    soon    if    she    wanted    to    get    to    get    to    the    theatre    in    time    to    tell    kourtney    all    about    her    day    before    they    started    pretending    to    hate    each    other.    ❝    i    think    a    couple    of    us    are    going    to    head    to    slices    afterward,    though,    if    you    wanted    to    join    us.    big    red    wanted    to    try    out    a    new    recipe,    something    to    do    with    anchovies    or    olives    or    something,    but    caramelized    like    an    onion?    i    still    don't    get    it.    ❞

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[lycanstark]

         ❛   ─   if you are part of the welcome committee, you're a bit late.   ❜ the wolf commented, before lifting his eyes towards the brunette, brows almost immediately forming at knot. her face, he recognized, but the smell was off ; as was her overall appearance. ❛   ... uh, sorry? didn't mean to stare. you just... look like someone i met a few years back.   ❜ logan apologized, a bit of the tension within his shoulders easing off a considerable amount before he tore his eyes away from the woman long enough to absently adjust the silverware on the table.

starter.   /   @griefknown

[roseguided-arch]

@griefknown ASKED, ❛ 𝒊'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. ❜ (𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒐)

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒, a dark brow raises at what she says & he feels as if he should say something. it’s not secret that kids are gonna do what they wanna do, that’s a known fact of the world since the dawn of time. however, as the older adult in this situation enzo feels some sense of responsibility. a moment passes where he stews on his words, where lips press together in a short moment of thought. ( what was she doing at this hole in the wall bar as it is ? she definitely doesn’t seem like she’s from these parts. ) ; ❛ now, ❜ southern accent draws out the ‘o’ , ❛ i’m not to sure ya should be drinkin’ anyhow, little lady. ❜ especially if she didn’t have someone to make sure she got home safe ! if need be, enzo knew he’d be the one to do it. if she asked or not. ❛ i usually don’t like-ta ruin someone’s fun, but you’re gettin’ a little unsteady on your toes. ❜ his arm moves to hang by his side, hand ready to outstretch & keep her on her feet. enzo tilts his head while big, brown eyes regard the other with an air of worry. ❛ if you wanna have-a ‘nother drink, well, that’s on you. but, you should know that i’ll be tha’ one drivin’ ya home. ❜ in this, enzo is serious.

[muutosarchive]

@griefknown / asked for harley

"ʜᴇʏ﹐ ʏ·ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ʜᴇʀᴇ﹖ -- this place is startin' to give me the heebie-jeebies."

[prettydeadgone]

         "I'm fine - really."

POST SURGERY ONE-LINERS./ @griefknown

[saetbyeol-moved]

@griefknown​

​   his world tour brought him to a lot of different places, some of which he was familiar with such as california, paris, amsterdam, tokyo. once in a while, though, he was brought to smaller venues and places  —  for a more intimate fan experience, they said. they sold out, too, but jiwoon didn’t expect any less.

   it was what had brought him to mystic falls. it was his last stop for the tour; a small, but explosive, ending to a tour that had brought him to more countries than he cared think about. on the night of his arrival, he had left his crew behind so he could explore, and perhaps find something to eat. it really was a small and quaint place. it was that he had dressed down to be more unrecognisable, because he didn’t fit in here at all.

   eventually, he noticed a long haired brunette who appeared to be alone. jiwoon figured she would do, and began to trail her, keeping a safe distance so she wouldn’t notice him right away. something felt off about her, but he couldn’t quite place what that was.

   it wasn’t until he had grabbed her arm to drag her somewhere out of view, that something clicked in his head. she was like him. he instantly let her go. he hadn’t met another demon before.

   ❛ 죄송합니다. ❜  in his bewilderment he forgot to speak english.  ❛ sorry. ❜ he repeated.

[lumenari]

❛  won’t you help me, please?  ❜   /   @griefknown

   faintly glowing mismatched eyes took in the girl before her, clutching to whoever it was she had just killed. she crossed her arms in front of her chest, tilting her head to the side. he was a stranger to her, and yet she appeared to be in genuine distress.  ❛ why? he’s dead. there’s nothing to do about it now. ❜