#hollowpit

[touchedbydestiny]

@hollowpit sent: "You're   late." / from qet to amara

        amara’s pulse quickened at qetsiyah’s comment. dust coated her sandals, her hurried trek from the greek village exposing her tardiness. she bowed deeply, "my lady qetsiyah, forgive me" she whispered, eyes fixed on the ground. "the… errand in the market delayed me." she did not like lying to her but in this case, it was necessary. she was unexpectedly met by silas on her way back from the market. it hadn’t been more than five minutes, a fleeting encounter, but she had been late; she couldn’t deny that.

       "i will hurry more in the future," amara vowed. she would like to lose herself in the memory of silas' whispered words, his touch on her hand but ...  she buried it. her thought, her attention should be entirely on her duty; moreover ... it was inappropriate to let her thoughts wander.

        her duty paramount. "i brought the lavender you desired,” she offered, presenting the fragrant bundle, voice earnest, desperate to appease her mistress. "how may i serve you now, my lady?"

[audaciiae]

i don't like to beg, but... please. / to hestia from hades

Please, please, please || Accepting

"You're being a bit dramatic, Hades. All you have to do is ask nicely."

Hestia grins a little, obviously amused. As the eldest of all of them, she's used to each of them coming to her for things. Even Zeus knows when to put down his pride and turn to her for things outside of his reach. She smooths down her skirt and tilts her head, that gentle warmth in her eyes as she looks Hades over. There is a certain type of protectiveness she'll always feel for her siblings, no matter what comes between them in the end.

"So are you seeking advice? Or something else? I can help you, depending." She shrugs, clasping her hands together and placing them in her lap. "It must be serious if you're saying please."

[deceptivemorals]

@hollowpit sent: ❛  if you leave now, i'll never forgive you.  ❜ / from rebekah

        elijah paused, surprised by her choice of words. her eyes, blazing with hurt, misjudged his intent, and he met them with a calm, grounding gaze.

       "i’m not going anywhere, rebekah. what makes you think i’d walk away from you now, when your heart’s set on this cure?" he tilted his head, concern etching his features. "your choice to chase humanity worries me ... its fragility, its risks. are you certain this is what you want?" he had already told her that the grass won't be necessarily greener just because she's becoming a human. will she be truly happier once she's no longer a vampire? or will she come to find that the issues that come with being a human are too much?

[touchedbydestiny]

@hollowpit sent: " we are engaged. " / from qet to amara

        amara’s heart seized at qetsiyah’s words about being engaged; although she couldn't tell what exactly caused it. her fingers, mid-braid, trembled shortly before they calmed, combing qetsiyah’s dark hair with care. knowing that silas was now betrothed to qetsiyah stung in a way she couldn't explain. amara knew he couldn’t defy tradition, nor proclaim his devotion to her, a mere handmaiden, unworthy of his noble heart. yet her love for him burned, undeserved though it felt. in a world unbound by class, she’d be his chosen bride, wed under open skies. amara understood that silas didn't have another choice, that this marriage was chosen a long time ago. nonetheless, confusion gnawed as to why he would accept this particular engagement and not choose to marry someone else. to keep her close, tethered to qetsiyah’s household?

       "engaged, my lady?" amara whispered, "has… silas formally proposed?" her question slipped, a bronze hairpin clinking as she continued to work on qetsiyah's hair. she knew silas’s heart belonged to her, not qetsiyah, whose fierce love for him went unreturned – a cruel deception. amara pitied her mistress, wishing her a love true, not this lie. qetsiyah deserved adoration, yet silas, bound by expectation, couldn’t refuse this betrothal. why, then, did he yield so readily?

       "he is blessed to have you," she murmured, braiding with steady hands, eyebrows knotted together in concentration as to not lose focus.

[devilfated]

☺  What tends to bring out your muse the most? What inspires you?

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hmm... this answer is layered: (1) it would be the world-building of the verse itself, and (2) how compelling the reply is as well. i enjoy verses that can have multiple threads eventually, with multiple events and time skips. i'm not shy to write drabbles for any time in between either. anything that sort of ignites writing variability. when i used to write in the rpc, i found it fairly rigid when consistently writing within the confines of canon. there's only so many times klaus can act like a dick to other canon characters because of *insert canon problem* before it gets old, you know? i like diverse, big plots!

[seilas]

@hollowpit continued from here

“i mean it.” a good natured insistence laces his words. genuine in the sense that she’s truly unlike anyone. no one in their coven comes close to meeting her talent, including him. a fact that makes his blood boil. isn’t that why his parents are hellbent in pressing on this union? their lack of faith in their son’s eminence compels them to seek other alternatives in their desperation for power. “everyone here envies you, whether they choose to admit it or not.” he looks on at the rest of the nobles gathered in drink and jubilation. a judgmental, almost disgusted scowl sits firmly on his lips. they upturn into a timid smile when she questions his flattery. “is my honestly truly a surprise? i have always admired of your talents.” his gaze softens when it meets hers. 

the smile fades as she expresses her concern for meeting her parents expectations. silas understands that feeling all too well. save his progenitors think qetsiyah is better than him in all shapes and forms. she is a prodigy and he’s not. jaw clenches slightly at the thought then relaxes, reaching for her hand and taking it gently. “i understand, believe me.” the blond offers empathetically, squeezing her hand, “it will all be worth it, in the end, when you become our leader. your parents will have no choice but to bow down to you.” a conspiratorial simper tugs at the corners of his lips, “is that not what you want?”

[devilfated]

Listen we don’t have threads together yet (a crime if you ask me) but i love your take on klaus and your canon divergence is so cool too, your writing is very captivating too, you can really see and hear klaus there, BLOODY STELLA MATE 🤍

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did want to answer this before i logged off and onto my multi. thank you rute! i do my best to give him the justice i think he deserves, and also somehow try and provide a reasonable timeline for klaus in spite of j.plec's shortcomings xd i'm excited to start working on threads with you soon! it is in fact a shame we have not written together yet smh

[malka-lisitsa]

😧 - Senpai, notice me???? BUT LIKE IN A I FREAKING LOVE U KINDA WAY?! the queen of this hellsite 😮‍💨

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I wear the crown for a reason.