#manusinmanos

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @manusinmanos :   “ we are cursed. ” ( caroline forbes ) —   random three word prompts.

a quiet laugh escaped klaus, though there was very little amusement in it. his gaze lingered on her for a moment before drifting toward the horizon, expression unreadable. “ cursed? ” he repeated softly. “ perhaps. ” centuries of loss, betrayal, and impossible timing certainly supported her argument. yet somehow, every road still seemed to lead him back to her. when he looked at caroline again, there was something almost weary in his smile. “ and yet, sweetheart, no matter how many times fate conspires against us, neither of us seems particularly willing to walk away. ” his head tilted slightly. “ I’d argue that’s less a curse and more a terrible lack of self - preservation. ”

[madkoka]

' i want to be defined by the things that i love, not the things that i hate. ' ( buffy for spike! )

@manusinmanos

The statement brings a frown to his ageless face because as far as he was concerned, Buffy Summers was already defined by the things and people she loved. She was the epitome of a light in the dark. Hell, she'd given him a chance when he knew he deserved none after all the evil things he did to her and those she adored. Yet, here they were, sitting in a graveyard having a little friendly chat like he wasn't someone she should hate. It made him wonder what went through her head to come to that conclusion of hers.

Stubbing out his cigarette on John Ford's 1800-1851's grave, sorry about that mate, he turned his attention to the slayer with curiosity. "From where I'm sitting, you are not defined by what you hate, pet. Everything you do is for the people you love. And excuse me for getting all soppy bollocks right now, but you fight hate with your love. That's what you've always done." Cocking his head, he made a contemplative noise followed by a quiet sigh. "Even when I was on all my evil shit I knew that. Why do you think I always used your little friends to lure you into confrontation? Cos I knew it'd work." Now, some of them were his sort of annoying friends. Humans were such funny creatures sometimes, something he'd largely forgotten about during the centuries.

"So, the way I see it, you gotta stop that kind of talk and thinking right now. You will never be defined by what you hate, not in a million years, Buff. Unless...I'm missing something?" In general, he found that she seemed less anxious about opening up around him, and figured it was easier than telling her geeky gang who'd automatically go into worry mode. But Spike? Nah. He knew her strength better than most, having been on the end of it too many times to count. When or if the time to worry about her came, he'd recognise it.

[wovensoft]

-ˋˏ   ༻❁༺  ˎˊ-   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍.    (  accepting   )   | | |   ⤷   :   @manusinmanos   +   anyone!

❝    okay,  i  know  last  year  i  chickened  out,  but  this  year  i  can  go  to  a  haunted  house,  i  promise!   ❞

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚  @manusinmanos :   “ this was a bad idea. ” ( caroline forbes ) —   prompts for the morning after.

klaus watched her carefully from where he sat against the headboard, one arm draped lazily across the sheets while the morning light spilled gold across her skin. she wouldn’t look at him when she said it. of course she wouldn’t.

“ love, ” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep, “ you’ve said that after nearly every reckless decision you’ve ever made. ” there was no mockery in it this time. only amusement softened by something far more dangerous. his eyes traced the tension in her shoulders, the way she pulled the sheet tighter around herself as though that might somehow undo the night before. undo the hours spent tangled together, her hands in his hair, his name falling from her lips like a confession she never intended to make. klaus tilted his head slightly. “ the difference is that I don’t believe you. ”

he stood slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact as he crossed the room toward her. there was something unfair about how calm he looked compared to the storm clearly brewing inside her. centuries of surviving guilt had taught him how to wear composure like armour. when he reached her, he brushed his fingers lightly against her bare shoulder, gentler than anyone would ever expect from him. “ if it were truly a mistake, ” he spoke quietly, “ you wouldn’t look quite so terrified of wanting it again. ”

for a moment, his expression faltered. something honest slipping through the cracks. affection. longing. the sort of vulnerability klaus mikaelson only ever allowed one person to see. “ and perhaps, ” he added softly, “ that’s what frightens you most. ”

[coeurdefoudre]

closed // noah & victor // @manusinmanos liked for a starter !

the   headache   has   only   just   begun   to   ebb   ,   leaving   behind   a   shame   filled   psyche   as   she   curls   in   close   against   the   vampire   .   empty   mcdonald's   bag   sits   off   to   the   side   ,   blonde   still   nursing   the   water   bottle   with   which   victor   had   come   prepared   .   ❝  i   don't   know   what   i   did   to   deserve   you   ,   ❞   mumbles   around   the   lip   of   the   bottle   ,   doe   eyes   peering   upward   with   a   still   apologetic   timidity   as   she   tries   not   to   rattle   off   another   few   i'm   sorrys   .   he's   been   nothing   but   patient   ,   making   certain   of   her   safety   &   health   despite   the   selfishness   with   which   she'd   operated   the   night   before   .   lifts   up   at   last   to   settle   into   a   seated   position   ,   testing   her   balance   before   rising   from   the   bed   with   a   quick   kiss   .   ❝  i'm   going   to   take   a   quick   shower   ,   ❞   hums   softly   ,   digits   lingering   affectionately   aside   the   crux   of   his   cheek   .   ❝  &   then   i'm   going   to   spend   the   entire   day   doing   anything   you   want   .   no   drugs   or   drinks   ,   just   you   &   me   .   i'm   –   .   .   .   ❞   catches   herself   before   unloading   another   apology   ,   offering   instead   a   sheepish   simper   &   heading   off   to   the   bathroom   .   from   which   she   returns   several   minutes   later   ,   refreshed   &   alert   as   she   crawls   back   into   bed   beside   him   .   ❝  what's   first   ,   hmm   ?   we   can   do   anything   ,   go   anywhere   ;   my   schedule   is   fully clear   today   .   ❞

[coeurdefoudre]

closed // sydney & bucky // way too funny to not make a starter // @manusinmanos

earthen   hues   transfix   upon   packing   movements   ,   dentition   sunken   into   the   swell   of   a   plush   lower   lip   as   the   gymnast   watches   him   prepare   for   his   mission   .   can't   stand   when   he   has   to   leave   ;   the   bed   always   feels   barren   without   the   warmth   of   his   frame   there   to   comfort   her   .   but   the   focus   with   which   he   arranges   every   detail   never   fails   to   impress   ,   stoic   visage   a   beloved   focal   point   for   the   apprehensive   blonde   .   she'd   interrupt   him   if   she   could   ,   take   the   clothing   out   of   his   bag   &   keep   him   home   for   the   foreseeable   future   .   but   the   world   needs   saving   ,   missions   need   accomplishing   ,   &   he's   proven   himself   an   invaluable   asset   time   &   time   again   .   knows   she'll   have   to   suck   it   up   ,   bite   the   bullet   &   survive   on   her   own   for   the   next   few   days   (   though   it   won't   stop   her   from   letting   him   know   each   waking   thought   that   crosses   her   mind   )   .   ❝  well good luck being a hero & all – but i   swear   to   god   ,   if   you   text   me   from   some   random   ass   trench   this   time   ?   you're   sleeping   on   the   couch   for   a   month   when   you   get   home   .   ❞

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @manusinmanos :   “ I saw everything. ” ( sidney prescott ) —   random three word prompts.

tatum’s entire body went still. for a second, she could only stare at sidney, wondering exactly which part she’d seen. the argument in the parking lot? the way tatum had shoved stu away when he’d grabbed her arm? or the embarrassingly pathetic part afterward, when she’d sat alone in her car trying not to cry.

her jaw tightened as she looked away. “ great, ” she muttered, dragging a hand through her hair. “ so you saw me completely lose my mind. ” there was an attempt at a laugh, but it fell flat. after a moment, her gaze found sidney’s again, softer this time. “ I didn’t want you worrying about me, okay? you’ve got enough going on without adding my disaster of a love life to the list. ”

[bledhard]

MORTICIA ( @manusinmanos ) said ' vehicular arson is not the answer. '

"Then what is? Residential?" Jasper said as he leaned back in his chair. "I could just snap their neck but that feels a little bit like overkill considering it's a dent in my truck. I thought setting their car on fire would be poetic."