#heartborrow

[wistcrias-arch2]

@heartborrow​ asked : ❝ come and sit with me. ❞  dominique weasley ✒ theo nott. 

         𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. a glance between him and the table they were walking towards had a feeling of distrust prickling at the back of her head. not that she had any particular reason to feel that way –– it was just... wasn’t it unspoken that they were going to sit together? she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and found him totally and completely unaware of her thoughts. 

she cleared her throat and asked casually ( that is, what to dominique can be considered casual ): ❝ what’s this about then? ❞ but because she is the way she is, that only greased the way for her to continue, ❝ you’re being too nice. if you’re planning on ambushing me with some bad news, I’m telling you now... I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care if it’s detrimental and I’ve only got four months to live. keep it to yourself. ❞ 

[serendpitous-a]

‘ i may not believe in fate , but i believe in you ’ |  josie & hope  |  for  @heartborrow

        there is something that softens in her gaze when josie speaks, harsh edges rounding themselves with each and every tender word. fate has been cruel to her kind, fate is what has torn her apart time and time again. sometimes the mikaelsons prevailed, but ultimately, the villain must die at the end of the story. and she too is no stranger to that. with a life plagued with loss, with a fated always and forever being the kiss of death upon a cursed family, she rather likes the idea of throwing fate out the window. and yet, she can’t entirely. there are promises made, legacies to carry — and she herself is the greatest one of all. tribrid born, a girl primed for the sort of destruction that most could not even dream of. each day, her fate tears her up inside and she awakes in the morning to start anew, to suffer as her birthright again and again and again. 

      there is so much to say and yet she chooses to leave it all unsaid, to not put that weight upon josie. it is her cross to bear and hers alone. instead, she reaches out for her hand, gives it a reassuring squeeze. if she appears confident in her plans then she is confident, despite the unsteady way in which she feels tethered to the ground, despite the way in which she knows to walk into battle right now is a death sentence. but it is what she has to do. it’s what she is born to do. her fate is sacrifice, whether josie believes in it or not. she has seen it over and over and over again. the mikaelsons always fall — she will always fall to save the ones she loves. 

      “  we’ll pull this off, josie, i promise.  ”  and they will — but only hope knows how this will end. the villain will die in this story as well — but so will she. 

[starslung]

“  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” johnny <3

MORNING AFTER STARTERS !

    yeah, the alarm’s been bothering him, too, but it’s been going off for so long now that it feels like more of a mind over matter thing. if finn gets out of bed, leaving the comfortingly warm bubble they’ve been cultivating all morning, crosses the room to fish his phone out of the pocket of last night’s jeans ( naked in the winter ), then technology will have won. and he just can’t have that. he oozes over johnny, face pressed into his stomach so finn can give a tired raspberry to the hot skin there, nuzzling it with his nose. “it’ll go off.” blindly, he grabs for one of johnny’s wrists, tugging it until the hand attached is tangled in his messy hair, like a cat demanding to be pet. “ -- ‘ventually.”

[starslung]

“  I wasn’t jealous before we met.  ” this is 1) from johnny and 2) untrue by every account known to man

ABBA LYRIC STARTERS !

   “i never knew what kind of impact i had on you.” it’s a load of bullshit and they both know it, especially with finn pinned to johnny’s side, touching in at least three places. hips, hands, shoulders, mouths... finn’s never been opposed to PDA, but it’s far more fun to rise to the challenge, to show off when he knows people are watching. 

    he kisses johnny on the knuckles, turning something that would normally be chaste into a thinly veiled display of want, his eyes locked with johnny’s the entire time. “you’ve got nothing to worry about, hot stuff.” if that wasn’t cheesy enough, finn goes in for a wink ( thanks to the three and a half flutes of champagne he’s had, though, it’s more of a quick, cheeky blink ). “i only have eyes for you.”

[terrorsmade]

isaac's mouth opens , brows furrowing. not that cora even sees it , just content to voice that signature hale bluntness as she goes about her task. obvious physical differences aside , most of the time when isaac speaks to the younger hale , it's basically just like speaking to derek ... he's still attempting to process this sibling similarity --- isaac's pretty sure he couldn't be much more different from camden if he'd tried , then again , memories of his older brother have gone hazy over time --- when the pillow collides with his head. ' hey ... ' he complains meekly , snagging the pillow after the bounce and just sort of ... holding it against his chest as he watches her. ' I give off needs a babysitter vibes ?? ' he asks , sounding mildly offended. which is made even more ridiculous since he is still hugging the pillow to his chest as he asks it. ' you know I basically took care of myself for like years , right ?? my dad wasn't ... ' trailing off , isaac swallows and turns his head away. thinking of his father is rarely anything resembling pleasant.

@heartborrow // cont.

[greaterfinds]

“ you’re looking at me like you didn’t want my help. but you took it, didn’t you? ” jude for ruby laugh out loud

an old meme because it's a funny treat for me @heartborrow

Rage. Rage. Rage. It's absolutely blinding as she spins on her brother, eyes practically bugging out of her head. They're not the kind of family that goes to church or anything, but Ruby knows that she's having sacrilegious thoughts. Thoughts like, if there was never any religion would she still be here on Easter? Suffering? Because Ruby doesn't think that she would be. She could be at peace somewhere, instead of being publicly humiliated. Why does he always do this when other people are around?

"You're the one who decided where the cups go," she says, pointing a finger at his chest. "I was being polite by not climbing all over your counters, you weren't being polite by getting them and you're not being polite now. So, shut it."

[arghent]

@heartborrow ft. cora said . . . i didn't have much to say.

" you never do, " allison counters, sighing in frustration. she tries, probably too hard, to not seem affected, but the years of indifference she's faced from her counterpart seem to weigh heavy on her shoulders. she's tried to develop somewhat of a positive relationship with cora, but she's never once seemed interested in reciprocation. perhaps it's simply the nature of their very being — hunter versus werewolf in the ultimate biblical sort of battle. only, she's friends with werewolves. she's dated werewolves. maybe that's the problem.

cora has a way of making her feel small, in the sort of way that makes her feel like she's sixteen again and questioning everything. she's grown since then, has found herself since then, and yet under cora's disinterested gaze she's back running through beacon hills preserve, wanting to scream until her lungs give out.

" and yet, you came here for a reason, no? " at least this time she has the upper hand — not that she's particularly interested in having it. but it helps, at least, knowing that this time cora had sought her out. " if you're not interested in speaking, might i suggest charades? not as time efficient, of course, but if words fail you . . . "

[serendpitous-a]

🐤 for hope from marcel thanks so much

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