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Marcel and Adrian had been friends since well before middle school and had always been close despite their varied interests and personalities. They never really seemed like the likely pair but got along just fine regardless and ended up bringing a few more friends into their close knit group. Many nights and weekends throughout grade schools and even college had been spent making bad decisions together and laughing about it the next day. Adrian had been there for him through his multiple injuries growing up and spent an entire summer hanging out with him when he was more or less stuck to a couch because he shattered his leg playing sports. They had all graduated a few years back and while he still made time to see Adrian frequently and talked to him near daily, they were adults. It was different now and more difficult to get together with the different schedules which was why when the opportunity for a weekend in Vegas arose, he didn't hesitate to accept. From what he gathered, there was a group of them going down to celebrate the Adrian and his sister, Ravyn's, birthday.

He hadn't seen more than a glimpse of Ravyn in anything other than pictures in quite awhile. Now that they were adults, everyone had their own lives but he had heard she was doing well. Adrian loved to talk about her and it was sweet. Marcel didn't have siblings. Growing up, it was just his mother and him until Adrian came along and he began to treat the other like a brother. It wasn't long before it became apparent that his presence annoyed Ravyn. So he had made it a goal through highschool and college to ensure that continued just for the thrill of it. Whether it was catching her out on a date and making a smart comment or even just walking past her and ruffling her hair after he knew she was ready to leave, and then sharing a laugh with her brother when she had to stomp back up the stairs to fix it.

Walking into the airport, he lifted his phone and sighed. He was about an hour later than he'd planned. Traffic was something he had always been awful at predicting and of course made him late that day. He passed through the security checkpoints and was ultimately led to the terminal where the plane was departing from. Eyes skimming the crowd, he looked for Adrian or any of the group he was supposed to be with and landed on them quickling. It looked like they were all in line to board the plane. He shifted the bag over his shoulder and approached, eyes landing on the blonde by Adrian. He allowed his eyes only the briefest second to look her over before widening his grin and reaching out as he passed her, ruffling the hair atop her head.

"Hey princess, long time no see" The old nickname rolled smoothly off his tongue and he smiled widely at her for a few seconds before turning his attention to Adrian and pulling the other man into a brief hug, greeting him.

#v: human vegas au #nightemaredressedasadaydream

The house is silent, Marcel and Rafael left earlier in the morning for a much needed father son time. However, that leaves the blond ripper alone. In the company of the young siphoner who is carrying her son’s child. Their personalities are too much alike, and clashing is inevitable. The ancient blond has always been volatile, and she is far less than thrilled about the teenage pregnancy, really for either of them. That coupled with the fact that none of them really know what to expect of the child that’s a potent cocktail of supernatural.

It has been two days since they’ve acquired their newest house guest, thus far she’s managed to avoid spending any time alone with the young witch. This morning, for example, has been spent hiding out in her room, more or less, painting and sketching away her frustrations. She’s long since given up her usual outlet. Violence and bloodshed. She emerges as the sun fully rises, the golden rays spilling into the large empty kitchen. She pours herself a fresh cup of coffee, and leans back against the counter, one manicured nail tapping idly against the coffee cup.

The blond ripper glances up at the sound of two distinct heartbeats, and gentle padding of bare feet on hardwood floors. She supposes avoiding her won’t work forever, and like it or not they are bonded as family now, because Rafael’s affections for her dig far deeper than mere, obligation. He has made that perfectly clear to his mother already.

Silence stretches between them, as the other blond moves into the kitchen. “I don’t care what everyone thinks.” Ravyn quirks a light brow, her eyes trailing over the bold little creature’s features. She sets her coffee cup down and pushes off of the counter, with a nod. “Well that’s certainly a good thing.” She drawls lightly. “People will always have opinions on what you do, it’s best not to worry over them.” Her words are light and she reminds herself this is the mother of her grandchild, Marcel’s words tumbling through her mind urging her to be nice.

“Are you hungry?”

The siphon has to admit she hates it in New Orleans, mostly because she misses her father deeply even if she hates what he has done. He had been the kind soul that eased any discomforts she had, dealt with her raging emotional attacks on furniture and the number of times he has had to treat a burn with creams and magical spells done by other witches when emotions ran far to high for even her to handle and no one here aside from Rafael and the mop head of a friend that he has seems to know how to get Lizzie to calm down, if it is even possible. A steady-state of a hormonal imbalanced and cranky pregnant teenager that is carrying something supernatural and stronger than she is can leave her what some might consider a giant bitch. As long as she is hiding in Rafael’s room or near her now...she guesses boyfriend she feels safe, not backed into a corner but now alone meeting a parent leaves her uneasy.

When she came out to face the disappointed mother no doubt, she had to say something so making it clear that she doesn’t care what the blonde vampire has to say about her even if it was a total lie. The question if she is hungry sounds almost like a trap, a reason to owe her and Lizzie has to take a step back to look at her phone to see what Josie had said when she texted her twin. Be nice. Remember she isn’t used to this whole thing either. About meeting a parent, even more so the grandmother of her child. ❝I...uhh...❞ Maybe she should go back to Rafael’s room and con Landon to come out and get her a sandwich as he might be liked more than she is. ❝Do you have bread? I was going to make Landon a sandwich.❞ The biggest lie out of her mouth, she wasn’t making the snoring idiot a sandwich! Why couldn’t Landon go live with Hope? Right, because Hope might end up like Lizzie was now and Landon would end up with his head cut off. Lizzie finds her way to the counter. ❝I like your nails.❞ Normally you met the parents before you are pregnant with their grandchild but Lizzie was known to bend every single rule in the book. Be nice. Be nice. Don’t be a bitch. She can hear her sister’s voice inside of her head, almost comforting to her ❝Thank you? For letting me stay?❞ As if they really had a choice on the matter. @nightemare-dressed-as-a-daydream

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The best thing about living in a city was the crowds, cities weren’t given the title for no reason at all, after all. They made for great places to hide in plain sight! There were so many people, all of them busy, if someone lived there for a century and didn’t age at all, well, not many people would notice. Of course, Ashy hadn’t lived in this particular city for the last century, but she had been there for a little while now. She’d ‘restarted’ by simply moving to another part of the city, applying for a job at another hospital there. No one really noticed her, and so, her not-aging was never really noticed.

The second-best thing about cities were the hospitals. It was so rare it neared impossible that a city of this size would only have one hospital. The more hospitals, the more blood she could get. There were blood drives every so often, it seemed, which meant that the vampire never went hungry. Of course, it was very much needed too considering how many humans were around her daily. She hadn’t had to worry about it in quite a while now.

Today was one of her rare days off. She was working her way up her new residency at the hospital so days like today were rare. She had no work-related things she needed to do, no home or self related things she needed to do, she was fine on her personal stash of blood, and she was even combating her thirst with a recyclable water bottle filled with some. She had absolutely nothing she needed to do.

A smile was wide on Ashy’s face as she walked down the street, not really going anywhere specific besides just ‘around town’. Something would pop out to her at some point, or maybe not, and her long walk would just lead her back to her apartment. Either way, as her feet took her forward, she was completely relaxed.

#nightemare-dressed-as-a-daydream #nightemaredressedasadaydream #My Piece out of Time; Ashy Threads #so as soon as i read ravyn's about #for her vampire verse #i knew that I just HAD to throw Ashy at her! :D #Cause vampires!!#:D #Hopefully thats okay with you lol xP #If not just let me know and i can thnk up another starter #also I'm sorry THIS starter kinda sucks lol xP #it was starting to get long #but this was kinda all Ashy gave me D"#D: *#so hopefully you can work with it somehow lmao xP

"I'd be extra nice to me right now." Ray (nightemare-dressed-as-a-daydream)

TVD Sentence Starters || Accepting

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“Just because you’re pregnant…” He murmured the words as she walked away, a scowl on his face as he watched her go. Though he wasn’t planning to say it any louder. He knew better. Picking a fight with a very pregnant woman, one that he slept next to every night, was bound to go terribly wrong.

#lmao watch ya self man #nightemaredressedasadaydream #answered ((mg || rp))

poetry sentence starters || accepting

@nightemare-dressed-as-a-daydream said: “ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ” - Ray

Hope honestly didn’t want to ADMIT how incredibly accurate that description was, but she knew that the look on her face was giving her away. She was trying so desperately to move past everything that was going on, and yet...her thoughts always came back. How could they not? “Everyone wants to be happy though,” she tried, feeling out how the words felt on her tongue. Maybe a part of her didn’t.

#nightemaredressedasadaydream #only one of my kind // hope mikaelson #it's called accountability // main verse #rich with honesty // answered

@nightemare-dressed-as-a-daydream ASKED: Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

#nightemaredressedasadaydream #always on the tip of my tongue // askbox #work sucks. i know // queue.

“So what if I’m getting a little male attention?” Ravyn (nightemare-dressed-as-a-daydream) any verse of your choice.

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Marcel scoffed, arms crossing over his chest as he turned back to look at the blonde, a little more than irritated. Ravyn had always gotten looks wherever they went. She was a headturner and truthfully, he generally enjoyed it. He trusted her not to stray and was comfortable with what they shared. “A little? What a fucking understatement.” Normally. He brushed it off or tightened an arm around her waist. But lately it had been bothering him a bit more than he had planned to admit. “You could at LEAST not make it worse. Wear a hoodie or something” He shrugged, knowing it wouldn’t do a damn thing if she wore a fucking trenchcoat.