Confession for Freya - I love you. I would move the heavens and the earth and the underworld for you. I would walk to hell and back just to protect you. You are everything to me. In a thousand years I’ve never met a soul like you, and I know for a fact I never will again. You are the moon and stars and I want to spend eternity with you. Remember me.
In my inbox, write a confession your muse want to tell my muse. The catch, my muse will forget what your muse said unless they say in the end “Remember it.”
And so she remembers.
Holding his confession close to her heart as every passing second goes by. An unprompted display of love and affection.. dedication and truth. Freya knew the leap was a move against her family, but a thousand years of living and never a selfish act. She'd had enough of living under the thumb of another's rules.
So she no longer would.
"I love you too.. Lucien"
A confession of the heart, the kind she'd been so afraid of but could no longer deny. The risk of passing up a love of this kind was foolish and unwarranted. Freya was clever, and knew better than to let chance after chance slip through nimble fingers.
(For Caroline. BTW, good luck at the dentist <3 )
"i’m not leaving you out here alone."
"why not?".
The vampire didn't want to been taken care of or looked after right now, she deserved to sit in the rain and freeze. Caroline was punishing herself over a lot of tiny built up things that had kept going wrong throughout her day. Spilling her glass of water at the dinner table and storming off had been the final straw.
"I don't want to come inside". The rain dancing on her skin, cooling her to the bone was somewhat soothing, making her feel something other than hot rage.
“we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” - To caroline, and no not from Elena ;)
“Katherine..”
A whine. Not her usual tone with the evil doppelganger, she was never desperate around Katherine- at least not until recently. It started off with Katherines mild compulsion. God she hated it, the way she would just creep into her room in the morning with a new task. Katherine was even finding her in public rest rooms and sneaking around at school.
Caroline couldn't really tell when the compulsion wore off and when she just started doing the things Katherine was asking of her, all she knew is that Katherine was rewarding her for her actions. Little gifts, protection, keeping certain friends safe. There came a point where Caroline had started looking forward to seeing Katherine. She bought out the darkness in her. A fun playful side of Caroline that no one else had really seen, and she doubted that they could handle. She could be mischievous with Katherine and not be exploded on like Elena and Bonnie would.
Katherine didn't make fun of her for stepping off the itinerary or just having a moment to herself. She was the person she thought she had to be around her friends. To stay liked. Caroline thought that's what everyone wanted? Perfect girly little Caroline who crosses her t's and dots her I's with little hearts, but that wasn't all Caroline had to her, she just hadn't discovered it until Katherine.
"if we kissed where would that leave us"
It wasn't love. It was pure infatuation. At first. Admiration that though Katherine knew she was so hated, she persevered. Katherine would do anything to reach her goals, and Caroline could only dream of having the strength to do the same.
Though infatuation aside, Caroline knew of Katherines traitorous 'rather you die than I' past. She knew it would be so foolish to trust such a person who would sacrifice everyone else before herself in order to survive. Sometimes, you have to be the bait. Caroline, with time understood why Katherine was like this, but it never stemmed the feelings that one day. If they ever went anywhere, became this great duo. Katherine wouldn't offer Caroline up as insurance.
Right now they were together, alone in Caroline's car out side of her house. It was dark and the rain was patting on the window panes blurring the outside world. The offer had been a shock, like Katherine had some kind of mind control over her, but it wasn't compulsion. Caroline couldn't be compelled anymore. Maybe it was honesty and Katherine could feel what Caroline felt. Or maybe she was playing, testing her to see how easily Caroline would bite.
"We shouldn't, you should go."
but god- she wanted to kiss her so badly, and she had wanted to now, for a long time.
"Caroline... I got you something." Rick said as he brought her a pet. "I will say, it is special." (You can decide what the animal is)
"Really!! you got me a kitten?? and I can keep her.. its a her? him?" she checked out as modestly as she could. "Her!" beaming. "Rick she's beautiful and so small and precious, I think i'm going to name her Nala" because she was ginger, and one of Elena's favourite movies was the lion king. "of course she's special" Caroline gently squished her little baby face. "she's gorgeous"
"Please Stefan" She'd been pleading with him as the fire grew, her foot was trapped. Her own panic growing, as death was looming close, real and permanent death. "there's no point in both of us dying" especially when he could walk free. She wouldn't be the reason he sacrificed himself. "just GO"
Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM
She felt like she had all of the air knocked out of her as she hit the wall. But she had just had her life saved, “thank you” she let out a long breath. “I thought I was a goner for a moment”.
Send "Hold still..." for your muse/s to treat my muse/s wounds! (accepting)
Nadia had forgotten how much vervain burned. The vampire did her best to avoid the poisonous weed and the surrounding infected waters.
She was lucky faith had been witness to the brunette having been struck by a vervain soaked arrow, left for dead as it had pierced a fraction to the right of the vampires heart Nadia had made a lucky escape. She was only trying to locate her mother. It had been some months since her last visit, since both were constantly moving around crossing paths became inevitable.
"It hurts" the petrova woman almost growled, but she was forgiving in her actions, gentle squeezing on Faiths arm as she was picking out shattered wood fragments. She wanted her mama, as much as she trusted Faith, there was always the worry of knowing what she was.
