#nobledeal

[touchedbydestiny]

"To blend in, you must have self-restraint. For a new blood, such a thing is...well, difficult would be putting it mildly. Come, we'll be going on a field trip of sorts today." - for Gia // @nobledeal​

       admittedly, gia is not too keen on spending even more time alone with elijah without anyone overseeing his ... teachings. she still doesn't get why she's the one who gets more or less helpful private lessons from elijah while the other ones can go outside and have fun.

      "a field trip?" gia repeated a bit suspicious and squinted her eyes. "that's not your way of trying to get rid of me, is it?" she knows elijah is not too happy about having been made tutor so she hopes he's serious and won't leave her alone like the last time when he told her to get a snake without telling her how.

      "but okay, let's go."

[rulestill-arch]

@nobledeal​​     asked     :  

"Niklaus, do be mindful of where you toss your paints..." Elegantly flourishing a dress shirt of his, Elijah allowed his brother to see the disaster his recent outburst -- perhaps tantrum would be a more suitable descriptor -- had wrought. "Some of us still recall your Pollock phase. I sincerely hope it's not rearing for an ugly comeback, though I suspect that is the case with all fads, isn't it?"

     his  brother’s  words  would  usually  be  met  with  an  equally  snide  remark ,  banter  between  brothers  that  has  been  a  habit  for  centuries  -  although  it  wasn’t  the  case  this  time .  he’s  surrounded  by  a  chaotic  aftermath  of  his  last  OUTBURST ,  the  remains  of  the  anger  still  felt  in  his  hardened  features . “  all  things  considered  i  wish  a  pollock  comeback  could  make  it  to  the  top  of  my  greatest  concerns  list  as  it  seems  made  it  to  yours ,  or  perhaps  it  is  the  waste  of  one  of  your  five  hundred  shirts  that  truly  matter  given  our  circumstance .  ”  he’s  quick  to  snap  due  to  his  temperamental  nature ,  in  times  of  WAR  he  found  no  space  for  humour  except  for  occasional  sarcasm .

[epeolxtry]

@nobledeal​ said       "    The exodus from the West all the way to the very bayou of New Orleans is quite the feat. I wish to enquire whether your presence--" He indicated both the woman he's heard many whispers about and a nearby Culebra. "--is merely due to a sojourn, or are you looking to settle? You see, we supernatural communities have an...agreement of sorts to both live amongst one another and mitigate exposure. I don't doubt a goddess of your stature understands the importance and gravity of maintaining such diplomatic treaties. Thus, we arrive at the crux of this dialogue: what are your intentions in the French Quarter, La Diosa?   "

Goddess. 

Even now the word caused an adverse reaction from her, even if it was trained so well it was nearly imperceptible. It was the slight tightening of her lips, the drag of her index fingernail against the pad of her thumb, something hard shifting behind her eyes.

Queen - that was a title she had gotten used to, had embraced even as she naturally fell into the role. But goddess? It left a sour taste in her mouth, bile and ashes in the form of false hope. She was no more goddess than the handful of culebras that stood beside her. 

“ My name is Kisa, ” she’d taken on the mantle of queen, but it didn’t mean she liked to hear the title. “ And from what I’ve seen in the short time I’ve been here, your brother doesn’t exactly put threat of exposure into consideration. ”

What had been told to her by the small population of culebras that already lived here, was that he was brash and impulsive and didn’t really care for the fallout. Identifying with those traits was something she wished she could deny - but unlike him it seem, she was trying. And she wouldn’t stick around with her people if the antics of this city threatened their status quo. 

“ Should I be concerned? ”

[nowimamxnster]

“ i don’t think you’re a bad person , ” hayley decided out loud, her gaze not focused on elijah but rather the starry night that hung over them. being technically kidnapped wasn’t ever her idea of fun, but one thing she could appreciate about the house was its distance from, well, everything. it was still when she needed it the most. she had space to think, despite klaus and rebekah sucking up all the air with their drama and pettiness most of the time. she had space to get used to the idea of her supernatural miracle baby. she had space to get used to him. and it was in that space she decided he wasn’t terrible, not at all like the stories she’d heard or read from their pasts. “ i think you’re noble. and you love your family and would do anything for them. and i think she’s going to be lucky to have you on her side. ” a hand gently brushed along her abdomen as hayley finally glanced towards him with a soft smile. “ she’ll have you, right? no matter what. no matter what happens to me, or even your siblings? ” another thing she had the space to consider was the idea of her not making it out of the situation alive. he wasn’t going to want to hear it, she knew that, but it was a conversation that needed to be had. klaus would always be there in his own way, but elijah would ensure her baby always felt safe and surrounded by love. she knew he would. “ anyways. i just wanted you to know that. not that my opinion matters or anything, but i do think you’re good. at least as far as trillion year old vampires who wear stuffy suits go, ” she teased.

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[survivingpierce]

cont. from x | @nobledeal​

       "no, you’re trying to wriggle out of your responsibility. portraying me as someone selfish doesn’t change the fact that i am what you made me into. how can you seriously say you loved me and expect me to believe it if you wanted to help kill me for your brother’s sake? you lied to me, kept lying to me, telling me i'd be safe if i accept klaus' courtship despite my doubts. and when the scared girl i was once was tried to run and save her life, you mercilessly chased her like a wild animal through the woods. so no, it's not my modus operandi that prevents me from trying to understand your so-called love for me."

[desireshappiness]

@nobledeal​ asked: "Rebekah dear, while I recognize and empathize with the fact that Niklaus is being controlling--and that's putting it mildly--I do ask that you do not shout at me as though I am the guilty party. Please, let's continue this discourse on more civil terms: tell me again, what were you banned from?"

     “Onlyfans Elijah,” Rebekah repeated, her steps halting mid pace. “Our brother bought an entire website just to ban me from it like the unrelenting narcissistic brat that he is!” He had to be punished for this, surely Elijah would see her side of things? “All I did was post a few photos of myself, and Nik found out and went on his annual tirade.” At the very least, no one was killed apart from her horribly deflated ego. “I want my account back Elijah, it’s none of his concern what I choose to post on there! It’s not bloody fair!” 

[touchedbydestiny]

plotted starter for @nobledeal​ ♥

     an accident brought amara back to life. one of the travelers who were responsible for moving her desiccated body has hurt themself and blood has touched her lips which caused her to finally physically awaken after 2.000 years of being trapped inside her own body and mind.

      being finally awake, however, did not ease her pain or the persistent voices of the dead who didn’t allow her a moment of silence. their whispers drove her mad as she targeted her way to mckinley, knowing from the dead that didn’t survive the search for it, that there had been the last location of the cure which was her only salvation. her only chance to finally find peace.

      amara was weakened but she refused to be the monster they had made her and consume more blood. she didn't know the direction she's walking to, relying on the questionable guidance of the sun. she needed to go south and she decided to follow the strange even, stony path that led away from the abandoned warehouse in which she had awoken.

    she walked for quite some time without meeting anyone (yet at the same time knowing exactly she's not entirely alone) until a strange sound approached quickly from behind, followed by a loud, deafening sound as if someone blew a horn right next to her ear. amara dodged into the grass next to the stony path and cowered down, hands pressed against her ears while her forehead was pressed against her knees.

    a swirl of voices filled her head as another incredibly fast thing passed the path in front of her. amara's breath was hitching in her throat and she pressed her eyes shut. her head felt as if it’s exploding and she hissed in agony. “stop. you all need to stop.” of course, the voices didn’t stop and she pressed her petite hands against her temples, biting down hard on her bottom lips until it bled. it took some time until her mind got clearer and she laboriously got back on her feet to continue her way, her arms wrapped around her body who's still dressed in her ancient greek dress.

    eventually, she heard another one of those incredibly fast things approaching, but this time, amara didn't jump off the path, not really caring what is going to happen if it were to touch her (perhaps it finally bring her long-awaited salvation). surprisingly, however, the thing seemed to slow down as the noise changed, followed by some kind of slam that caused amara to wince.

    she turned around and saw a man standing next to that shiny thing. the former handmaiden squinted her eyes and stumbled one step back, not knowing what this is supposed to mean. if he's a ghost or....

    "are you real?"

[theunburntprotector]

"And you're certain you're not a witch?” The Original inquired, eyeing the young woman from head to toe–hardly in a lascivious manner as most might–but rather as a predator would appraise its prey. The charred corpses that littered the grounds throughout the area spoke volumes of the magnitude of her power, raw and brutal as it was, and they hardly fazed him. In fact, he viewed it as a boon: a few less nuisances to maintain a vice grip over in the Quarter. “Our…mutual acquaintance informed me you are in search of your family’s legacy here; I can pull some strings if you wish, but first, we must negotiate our deal. A dull affair, I’m afraid, but words are wind if we do not abide by what’s given.” Elijah smiled at her, a smile he had shown to friend and foe alike most often before they met their demise. “Where are my manners? Elijah Mikaelson, a pleasure to make your acquaintance…” He greeted, continuing with his offer. “I offer my protection and shall endeavor to see you either reunited with the remnants of your people or, at the very least, that you unearth information as to their whereabouts and…you shall harness your powers to suit my family’s needs. Do we have a deal, darling?”

Peering out from behind a tombstone, amethyst eyes took in the stranger whose presence was far calmer than that of the witches. Days prior, Dany would've said that witches and vampires and werewolves were no more real than dragons. It had been an interesting few days in this strange city - and the Targaryen was not the only person with unnatural abilities.

As soon as the Quarter's coven learned of the silver-haired girl with the power to create flame, it became quite evident that they were interested in obtaining her powers. This was what resulted in the corpses scattered throughout the graveyard. Dany had been left with little choice but to set the grounds ablaze...

Though the woman's skin bore ash and soot, she remained unharmed. Her nakedness was what kept her bound to the crime scene.

"You're a friend of Hayley's?"

Yes, her new acquaintance had mentioned Elijah Mikaelson. The man did not seem intent on harm like her singed friends and Dany was inclined to trust the other woman's judgment. His proposal was rather enticing.

"You offer me protection and assistance in finding answers about my family in exchange for what?" A brow raised and Daenerys rose from her hunched state. "I set your enemies on fire?"