#griefperservering

[storieswrittcnarch]

@griefperservering​ sent " I know we said we'd stop, but I can't get enough of you. " Lizzie to Hope

This is wrong. This is so wrong. She’s with Landon so they shouldn’t be anywhere near each other like this with soft whispers and stolen glances, stolen touches that no one else sees. Like the way Hope reaches out to cup Lizzie’s cheek with her hand - she can’t help herself.

Is this is so wrong, why does it feel so right? Why does it feel like they are meant to be together when their lips mold so perfectly against each other? Lizzie’s lips slot against hers like they’re made for each other and god, she feels the same way, she can’t get enough of Lizzie.

“We have to stop, Lizzie.....this can’t keep happening.” Yet, Hope finds herself inching closer to Lizzie. Her thumb caresses her cheek in small circules. “But.....I can’t stay away from you, Lizzie. No matter how much I try, you always draw me in.”

[itsbeenagatha]

@griefperservering​ asked: 🛋   for   your   character   to    curl   up   with    mine  

     perhaps it’s only a little odd that she’d find herself sleeping on wanda’s spare bed, but agnes is trying to be a good friend, & agatha is trying to keep wanda’s fragile mental state from becoming even more chaotic. westview depended on wanda keeping her cool, & having two newborns crying their eyes out all night would make any sane person go a little crazy. 

     the twins’ cribs are at the foot of the bed & she’s made sure to be the one to wake up & tend to them, in what manners she can so that wanda could get a full nights sleep. this time, however, they want something agatha could not provide & she had to begrudgingly wake wanda up to feed the boys. she sits up in her bed, watching wanda sleepily feed them before tucking them back into bed. instead of leaving to return to her own room, however, the redhead is crawling under the covers to join agatha. 

     the older witch only momentarily stiffens before she relaxes, laying down & drawing wanda against her chest to hold her close, humming out an old tune for the younger witch to hopefully fall back asleep to.

[storieswrittcnarch]

@griefperservering​ sent “ i don’t deserve you, but i want you anyway. ” Penelope to Josie

“You’re right. You don’t deserve me.” It’s spoken softly instead of bitter, no matter how much she wants to be mad at Penelope. She wants to hate her, wants to throw things at her, anything and everything to make her go away because Josie is pulled towards her like a moth to a flame and that isn’t good for anyone.

There’s a pang of guilt in her chest at the thought of how drawn she is to Penelope. She’s on the way to dating another girl, they’ve been growing closer and closer, and then Penelope cames back and turns her whole world upside down. Again.

“You broke my heart, Penelope.”

[storieswrittcnarch]

@griefperservering​ sent " What did I say wrong? " / lizzie / for hope

Grabbing Lizzie harshly by the arm as soon as Landon leaves, but not enough to bruise, she’s dragging the woman into a room. The door slams shut with the wave of her hand and eyes full of anger are fixated on Lizzie’s face. Is she seriously playing innocent, right now?!

“Are you kidding me?! You flirted with me right in front of him! He’s going to find out if you keep up like that!” Teeth grit together and she lets go of Lizzie’s arm to take a step away from her. “But, I’m sure that’s what you want, right? Lizzie, you can’t be flirting with me like that!”

[cosmicvrse]

there  is  a  peace  in  the  darkness  of  the  evening   .  the  sound  of  crickets  chirping    s i n g s  in  the  air  as  she  sits  beside  the  blonde  ;  taking  in  the  heaviness  and  excitement  surrounding  them .  they  sit  together  a  ways  from  the  mikaelson  compound  ;  the  salvatore  school  and  all  that  came  with  it  quickly  becoming  no  more  than  a   m e m o r y   of  what  life  used  to  be .  things  between  herself  and  lizzie  saltzman  were  different  now  ,  a  unity  not  had  before  .  sure  the  latter  years  of  their  knowing  each  other  were  a  lot  more  friendly  than  they  had  been  ,  filled  with  pinky  panda  promises  and  much  needed  cry  piles .  

but  now  ___  now   ,   there  was  something  even  more  sacred .  hope  had  activated  her  vampire  side  two  years  ago  ,  and  since  then  she  had  changed  [  .  .  .  ]   some  for  the  better  ,  some  for  the worse  ;  but  those  things  may  vary  depending  on  who  one  asked  .  hope  was  a  firm  believer  in  personal  autonomy  ;  and  she  had   n e v e r   seen  this  coming  ,  but  she  knew  ONE  THING  for  certain  ,  this  had  to  be  lizzie’s  choice  ,  and  she   h a d   to  be  sure .  so  ,  there  they  sat  ,  together  .   cerulean  hues  go  to  her ,  head  craning  fractionally .  she  would  ask  one  more  time  ,  once  more  before  going  further .  ❝  .  .  .   are  you  sure  ? ❞

@griefperservering​  \  tribrid ! hope +  heretic ! lizzie -  closed . 

[storieswrittcnarch]

@griefperservering sent "I know you don't want to hear me say anything emotional, but part of the reason I hated you for so long was because I had feelings for you." / lizzie / for hope

This isn’t supposed to happen. This thing between them wasn’t supposed to get emotional, they weren’t supposed to talk about their feelings. It was meant to be just sex and then Lizzie goes and ruins it by talking - of course she does. Hope wants to scold her for it but she can’t bring herself too because Lizzie doesn’t open up like this so easily. “I had feelings for you too, Lizzie. But, that doesn’t matter, it can’t matter. We need to go back to hating each other.”

[notbigondoors]

The Lateness of the Hour || closed with griefperservering

@griefperservering​, continued from here.

When he heard her voice, Vision turned to see Wanda standing there. A smile came to his face, for he was happy to see her. He hoped that his wandering around the compound hadn’t woken her at all. He supposed not, what with the loud storm and all, but he was always worried about making too much noise at night. After all, he didn’t sleep himself and so he had no way of knowing how much noise it took to wake a sleeping human.

“Wanda...” he whispered. “Good evening. Or... night, at this point.” An awkward smile followed. He didn’t always know what to say around others, but he tried his best. The longer he was alive, the more Vision liked to think he learned more about both humans and himself. “Unable to sleep once again?” he asked, but with more than just a little hint of understanding and commiseration in his voice. He knew how long the nights could be when there was little rest to be found.

[hisfasttemper]

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