#meme radiant.

[ahlexya]

water drips drips drips against the warming sun. budding greenery fights against the winter wasteland, a new spring just barely out of reach. the chill of old snow still remains in the air, a gentle bite against skin, cold enough to freeze the drip drip drips that fall from strong evergreens.

the softness of her dulls her sharp edges, kindness outsides her cruelty as she regards the noble vampire. the irony of a noble vampire isn't lost on her. before blood bags, he'd still have to kill to feed. but she lets him keep the title, doesn’t bother arguing it. it’s not worth the breathe. 

‘        it  cannot  be  a  mistake  to  have  cared .  it  cannot  be  an  error  to  have  tried .  it  cannot  be  incorrect  to  have  loved .       ’    elijah tells her. / @sonofmikael​ 

oh, how she loves love ! the light and the dark aspects of it, lexi is weak against it. she wraps her arms around one of his as they stroll the street. fresh rain water beats against their shoes, the city alive under the moonlight. vampiress leans her head against his shoulder as they walk, the affection if familiar, easy, friendly. 

“    love often times feels like a curse  ,    ” she breaks the long silence, brown eyes shifting to watch a group of humans tumble out of a bar, their laughter loud, their singing even louder. she can taste their happiness on her tongue. sweet, blackberries and chocolate.       “    but it feels that way because we know it can destroy us as easily as it can uplift us.     ”

“              it is never a mistake to love and be love. anyone who says other wise hasn’t experienced either.        ” 

             MISCELLANEOUS QUTES. ACCEPTING. 

[ahlexya]

sunshine on a cold winter day.           there isn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun’s bright enough to chase away the shadows. but the chill of freshly fallen snow still bites at exposed skin. a pristine frozen wasteland, beautiful and still deadly. still so, so, so, terrible. 

lexi remains perched across from the original,  dark brown eyes chilled with the frost of winter. her own expression is cold, bedland. the sound of the tavern is muted against the sound of her frustration. 

“        what makes me so special.        ” klaus comments. / @walkinthedarkness

the ice cracks.       she blinks at him, incredulous.  absolutely nothing. the words settle on the tip of her tongue, before they drift away, snowflakes tossed up in a windstorm.  instead, she settled back agains the wood booked chair, mouth twists into a grin that’s entirely feline. klaus might be able to kill her easily, with no remorse, but lexi will never kneel before a man. 

“         you’re supposed to be the big bad, why don’t you tell me?   ”

RANDOM DIALOGUE STARTERS.  ACCEPTING. 

[ahlexya]

if you’re feeling overwhelmed and you think nobody will understand, you can talk to me. about anything. - stefan

haunting of hill house ft @heroincarnate / stefan. 

BUT I CAN’T , she wants to cry. she wants to scream. she can’t talk to him, because the second she does, lexi doesn’t think she’ll stop. she doesn’t think she’ll be able to stop crying. and it isn’t fair, is it? how she’s always there for stefan and now she won’t even accept the favor. 

even when she looks at him, eyed red rimmed with tears that she doesn’t want to acknowledge, she shrugs. and it’s defeated, it’s broken. she forces a smile and there is nothing life-like about it, before she turns away from him to peruse the alcohol on the shelf. she finds the bottle of vodka she’d been eying for weeks, and pulls it for herself. the dark brown bourbon gets pulled for stefan. she hands them the bottle before she sits down on the chaise.  lexi tosses the cap on the side table with a little too much stregnth and watches as it falls onto the floor. i’ll get that later, she wants to say but the words won’t form. so she drinks her vodke and gestures for stefan to sit with her. “    i just want to be sad right now and get drunk.     ”