#mikaelson-elijah

[empathetixs]

@mikaels0n-elijah // (Margery Tyrell)

King's Landing was not the place to get to really know someone. At least that is what Margaery believed as she walked the gardens with her ladies. Her mind was wandering to the machinachions of her grandmother.

The Queen of Thorns had set herself apart from the other ladies at court. She expected her granddaughter to do the same. After all, she was now Joffery's consort instead of Lady Sansa. She had to act the role.

She prays daily for guidance from THE SEVEN and prays for her brother to The Warrior. Margaery's knees ached from the sept stones but she tries to think nothing of it. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a man kneeling beside her. She doesn't look too closely, as that would be improper. She makes note of her cousins bent in prayer by the maiden.

"Who do you pray for, Ser?"

Brown eyes widen and the little queen ducks her head a tad. "Forgive me, that was untoward. I only… meant to make conversation, Lord…"

[bloodsucking-bstrd]

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Freak of the Week by Krept and Konan ft Jeremih

The local vampire diner was an experience not to be missed. Savoured by the kind that yearned for blood and feared by those who fought to keep more than a few drops of the precious substance. Amongst the screaming crowd on the dance floor was a suited figure who had recently finished a long shift at work. Being a business manger could sometimes meet bird meetings or as Max called them, bored meetings. After a few hours of seemingly going in circles, they had agreed to pay the workers a slightly increased wage, what they didn’t know was that once Max had finished turning the entire office all the money would be going to him. Feeling like the cat who had gotten the cream he prounced along the outside of the dance floor sipping his glass of blood with a strange glittery substance inside. One of the dancers moved closer to them, pressing her body against him as he danced with her, flashing their fangs at each other playfully. “So freaky, I like it!” he grinned as he removed his suit jacket, twirling it in the air.

[unapxlogeticme]

"You have no idea how much you meant to me"

"meant to you?" emery head quirks to the side; almost like a dog looking their parents with confusion. he lets out a chuckle that shakes his shoulders. "what ... what do you mean by meant? i thought we liked each other." he probably is taking it out of context and maybe elijah doesn't mean past tense, but still his curiosity takes over and he really wants to know what the other has to say. "please enlighten me on why you said what you did. i'm not sure if i should be offended or not." he crosses his arms over his chest and sits back against his bed frame. his brown eyes remain focus on elijah. he doesn't plan on looking away until he gets answers.