#magikbled

[2wanlake]

@magikbled for david kilmont : if it hurts, it hurts.

for the most part, odette is able to keep her pain under wraps. it’s stored away with a neat bow on top. but there are also days where it slips through the cracks. there are also days when the dam breaks completely. the moments when she falls apart are hers and hers alone. her bed is her safe space, but this time it is not her bed that she wakes up in when her leg locks and the nerve endings light themselves on fire. she wriggles out from underneath his grasp, grips the sheets and twists away from him, all while yelling at him not to touch her.

his words echo in her head: if it hurts, it hurts. simply stated like commenting on the weather or his favorite color. how can he be so calm? she hates that he's calm. he has never seen her like this before. david sits up unbothered by the state of undress either of them is in. he reaches for her again and she snarls. "i didn't say it hurt." what a pathetic lie. it leaves her lips in a broken whisper, but she doesn't bother to take it back. "i'm fine, just give me a second." she tries to pull the sheet away from her leg, but even the whisper of it against her bare skin is too much. a sharp gasp leaves her lips before she can stop it. she says it again, this time without conviction: "i said i'm fine."

[fanghoria]

𓈒 ೃ࿔*˚⁺‧͙̩̩͙̼   ✟͏ 𝒜 𝒟𝒪𝒲𝑅𝒴 𝒪𝐹 𝐵𝐿𝒪𝒪𝒟 , ft. @magikbled

the   fluorescent   lights   of   the   mall   glare   off   of   her   skin,    off   of   night   colored   hair   that   hangs   in   two   loose   braids   upon   either   side   of   her   shoulders.    nose   wrinkled   as   she   watches   lydia   flit   between   expensive       –       see:   overpriced,    at   least   from   allison's   point   of   view        –       lip   glosses.    not   that   allison's   ever   had   to   worry   about   money,    how   easy   had   it   always   been   for   her   father   to   unfurl   calloused   fingers   from   his   wallet   and   tell   her   to   get   whatever   she'd   wanted?    then   again,    she'd   been   more   likely   to   spend   it   on   a   new   bow,    new   boots        –       a   cute   pair   of   jeans   here   and   there        .   .   .    not   the   dior   lip   oil   lydia   was   eyeing. 

“   i'm   just        –        saying,    lyds.   ”            an   exhaled   sigh,    the   battle's   already   resigned   and   over;    allison'd   never   fight   her        –        not   really,    not   ever.    no   one's   ever   had   her   best   intentions   at   heart   the   way   lydia   has,    no   one's   ever   cared   half   as   much   as   she   knows   she   does;    even   when   she   pretends   not   to.    lithe   fingers   pluck   the   mahogany   color   from   the   display   and   offer   it   out   to   her,    smile   curled   onto   her   lips.        “   forty   bucks   for   something   someone's   just   going   to   complain   about   when   he   kisses   you   seems   a   little   steep.   ”

[hunt-the-hare]

@magikbled asked: Lips press to her jaw in a soft kiss, another is given to her temple and then to the tip of her nose. The sunlight is golden and it’s hazy as it slips between the bedroom curtains, lounging against Hollys fair skin making her glow. Charlie can feel the smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth before he presses a lingering kiss against her lips, breaking away only to admire the sleepy smile on her face. “ Happy birthday sweetheart. “ ( from Charlie 😘😘 )

                The  kiss  pressed  to  jaw,  although  soft,  still  wakes  her.  A  sight  escapes  nostrils,  brows  furrowing  as  she  feels  kisses  to  temple  and  nose,  then  finally  against  lips.  It's  soft  and  welcoming,  Holly  leans  in  to  reciprocate.  A  hand  reaches  to  rest  on  his  cheek,  pad  of  her  thumb  brushing  against  the  stubble.  Her  own  lips  tug  at  the  corners.  Finally  he  pulls  away,  and  she'd  whine  about  that  were  she  not  so  damn  tired.

                "  Is  that  what  day  it  is  ??  "  A  soft  giggle  is  made,  thumb  still  stroking  the  same  spot  on  his  jaw.  "  Thank  you,  mo  ghrá.  "

[flappervcmp]

❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜ ( from edweird @ magikbled )

"Honestly, I'm so—" Annie swayed on her feet a bit, pressing her palm against her forehead. "Totally fine. Super cool."

It's not like she could get sick, and it was hard enough for her to get injured, so she really didn't know what could be wrong with her. It was just a sudden spell of dizziness and it wouldn't go away no matter what she did. "Can vampires get vertigo? I don't think we can. But it sure feels like it."

[fortunefavours]

@magikbled gets a starter

Victoria's arrival in the city is long overdue, but not unexpected. One reconciliation phone call from him, and Klaus had sent the jet for her himself. Now, she waited on the private runway, hoping that he would come rather than putting the task off onto one of his workers or maybe even Elijah, not that she wouldn't be happy to see him as well.

A small smile touches her lips as she hears the sound of familiar footsteps behind her, turning to face her recently estranged lover and crossing her arms over her chest.

"You certainly know how to keep a girl wanting."

[doesoft-aa]

@magikbled ❝ at least it wasn't me this time. ❞ from katherine.

skepticism  builds  like  a  fortress  inside  elena's  chest  ,  guiding  her  to  keep  an  even  keeled  distance  from  the other  doppelganger.  even  though  there  wasn't  an  ounce  of  proof  that  there  was  anything  but  the  truth  buried  behind  her  words  ,  all  bets  seemed  to  be  off  the  table  when  it  came  to  katherine.  a  part  of  elena  loathed  this  barrier  built like a skyscraper  settled between  them.  there's a lingering acknowledgment she  owes  katherine absolutely  nothing  ,  that  her  history  has  proven  that  she  is  nothing  but  duplicitous.  but  in  a  way  they  were  part  of  each  other.  they  share  a  rich  bloodline  that  makes  it  difficult  for  elena  to  just  accept  a  future  where  she  doesn't  at  least  try.  when  she  thinks  of  familia  ,  this  isn't  the  vision  that  populates  in  her  head.  but  they  were  ,  they  were  like  stars  ,  full  with  a  bright  stringent  history  that's  deeply  webbed  in  throughout  their shared  dna.  and  even  though  her  sharpened  history  held  no  specific  threats  to  elena  there  was  something  ,  a  feeling  she  couldn't  stray  far  from.

doe  eyes  turn  to  small  slits  ,  and  for  once  it  wasn't  due  to  purposely  leaving  her  contacts  at  home.  no.  she's  analyzing.  taking  her  time  to  slowly  sweep  her  gaze  over  the  other's  features ,  starting from her  head  and ending at her  toes.  she let's it hang , a heavy silence that seems to thicken the air surrounding them. the feeling  leaving  her  with  a  simmering heat that pulsates within  the  pit  of  her  stomach.  against  better  judgment  ,  shoulders  fall  ,  releasing  the  breath  she'd  been  keeping  tightly  holstered  in  her  chest and finally she speaks.  ❝   then  i  have  another  problem  on  my  hands.  thank  you  for  letting  me  know  ,  i  appreciate  it  ,  really  i  do.❞

[doesoft-aa]

there was something missing. something she couldn’t quite process in the depths of feeling she harbors for @magikbled. it felt as if , somedays , there was this unexplainable pull naturally gravitating to him. there was no controlling it , not even if she wanted to. it felt like there was more there , more to unravel but as far as she reaches there's and end. a line that makes her swell with yearning to understand. at night there's these beams of fragmented images , memories that stand to deceive rational notion of a long since past of full of tumult , visons plaguing her dreams with malefic carnage. but the signs were starting to piece together that there was more there and she just needed to find the key to uncover the truth. it hadn't been long since the first time their eyes connected and now he acts like he’d take over the world for her. grab the sun , moon , and stars from the sky above and present them on a silver platter just to see her eyes bask in happiness. and the others , small gives that anyone without her analytical sense would overlook. there was something else there , there had to be.

nimble hands work diligently through different sections of the apartment , searching through layers and layers of art and history. noting different styles continuing changing and evolving through the centuries. pressing her fingers against the dried paint just to feel the curves and edges. there was so much passion , a museum nestled in such a small space. it felt like him. all of it.

she hums to herself as wide and curious brown eyes survey the room , memorizing each end and corner to find anything that would lead her to a clue to everything she's been seeing and feeling. a small box with jewelry she suspect marks centuries past. there's a warmth to them , just that alone had her stomach heated and knotted. it felt close.

she wanted answers , she wanted them more than anything now. and then she spots it , a trunk off to the side. it was hidden , it looked old but taken care of , she could tell from the warped coloration of the metal that clung to it's outershell. one of the few things she hadn't dug through. a small breath lingers past her lips , settling on her knees , slowly unclasping the latch and lifting lid. brows slink together , trying to formulate an understanding of what's nestled between her palms. paintings , charcoal portraits , all images of her. one after the other. the jewelry found in the small box is seen fastened around her neck. every one after the other was like peering into an old mirror , and for a moment she couldn’t handle the truth she’s been yearning for , liquid saline brimming the crevices of her eyes. thumbs gently brush over the pristine yet tattered edges. even anew with a set of footsteps echoing closer , she couldn't pull her gaze away.

[wulfmaed-archived]

“No,   I   could   never   give   you   peace.”   the   remark   is   soft,   playful   even   as   Nik   buries   his   face   in   Sansa’s   neck.   The   morning   was   quiet,   as   still   as   the   smooth   glass   surface   of   an   undisturbed   lake.   She’d   seemed   to   serene,   and   yet   he   couldn’t   fight   back   the   desire   to   slip   beneath   her   skin.   His   words   are   a   jest,   something   easy   as   he   chuckles.   “that   would   mean   leaving   you   alone,   and   I   couldn’t   even   if   I   tried." , @magikbled

if   peace   is   something   other   than   a   quiet   morning,     something   other   than   the   warmth   his   body   brings   to   her        –        something   that   isn't   the   way   his   cologne   drifts   off   his   skin   and   into   her   very   being   as   if   it   meant   to   claim   her   too        .   .   .        sansa   isn't   sure   she   wants   it.    a   gentle   curl   of   her   mouth   at   the   edges   as   her   arms   wrap   tighter   ‘round   his   chest,    her   head   tilted   just   so   against   the   pillows   to   give   him   further   spans   of   a   porcelain   neck.            “   how   could   i   ever   wish   for   peace   if   it   meant   not   having   you?   ”            spoken   so   softly   the   words   nearly   drift   to   his   ear,    saccharine   sweet   and   full   of   an   honest   truth   he's   deserved   to   hear.

niklaus   may   have   been   the   monster   amongst   men   to   many   others,    a   great   evil   meant   for   worrying   over;    to   find   yourself   terrified   of   in   the   depths   of   the   dark        –        but   he'd   never   been   any   of   it   to   her.    a   gentle   hand   trails   up   his   back,    fingertips   dancing   along   skin   until   she's   caressing   the   back   of   his   neck.    what   was   little   more   than   a   beast   to   the   world   was   a   lover   to   her,    he   who'd   end   a   lineage   over   the   smallest   of   slights   to   her   name        –     he   who   revered   her   like   a   goddess.    she'd   never   known   such   devotion,    had   never   felt   such   love   until   he'd   given   it   to   her.    there   was   only   one   thing   sansa   knew   for   certain,    she   never   wanted   to   know   the   feeling   of   living   without   it   ever   again. 

“   what   an   awful   thing   peace   must   be,    how   terrible   of   an   existence   to   spend   any   amount   of   time   without   you.   ”