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@noble-stag-elijah from here:

Gia left New Orleans with her bag on her back and a great deal of money in a bank account she could have sworn should be barely in the two digits. But she didn’t question it, just like she didn’t question the driving need to get out of New Orleans. Or the times and places and people she couldn’t quite remember. Like how exactly she’d become... what she was... a vampire. She assumed the memory loss was part of it. Coming to terms with what she was had been surprisingly easy and though for a little while her playing had suffered, she’d gotten that back too.

So she traveled.

To India for a while. And then Greece. Italy.  Now France, with Spain the next intended destination. Manosque might not be the first place people thought of when they went to France but it had a particular draw for her. The jazz musician Olivier Gatto had been born in Manosque in 1963. And so she’d come. And found this little bar, barely more than a hole in the wall. Everyone seemed to agree that it was the best place for good music.

It had good drinks too. She sipped her drink- straight bourbon, something she’d never enjoyed before- and watched the people. Or rather. One person. The guy at the piano. She watched him order the same drink she herself had ordered. But it wasn’t until he returned to the piano that she approached.

“Piano man?” she said, smirking. “Is that on the set list for tonight? Or are you just a very big Billy Joel fan?”

[bornhybrid]

Hope crouched near the flowerbed, concentrating her magic on the wilting primroses. She hated seeing anything die and often used her magic to keep flowers growing year round. With her eyes closed, she didn’t realize she overdid the spell and created additional blooms. She opened her eyes and looked up when she heard footsteps. “Hi, Uncle ‘Lijah,” she greeted brightly.

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@noble-stag-elijah continued from here: ( x )

Aurora’s fingers went to his hair immediately and began to gently run through it.  “Well, if you’d like, I’m sure that there’s a lead pipe or an iron of some sort around.  I could use it to knock those pesky thoughts from your head, or at least hit you hard enough to force a few hours of peace and quiet upon you.”  she replied with a sense of casualness that was the antithesis of the violence that she proposed.  There was no point in telling him that he worried too much.  No point in telling him that his reluctance to kill the Vincent was the same sort of instinct that would get his family killed.  She would never understand why Elijah and his family seemed so prone to attach themselves to those that not only would not stand the test of time, but who so easily alternated between aligning themselves for or against the family.  If Aurora had her way, the witch’s body would have been well buried days before.  But her opinion was clearly unwelcome, and, as the witch hadn’t been foolish enough to come after Aurora specifically, she was more willing to wait and allow Elijah and his family to handle the matter themselves.  For now.

[badasshybridqueen]

@noble-stag-elijah Plotted Starter Based on THIS

Hayley’s brows are furrowed as she pacing he length of her living room, gently swaying the small infant in her arms. “Shh Addison, everything is okay,” she murmurs while holding the infant close to her. She was three weeks old and Hayley was having a hell of a time being a single mom. Not that she expected anything else. 

She’d been crying for the last thirty minutes and Hayley was running on less than three hours of sleep, she was supposed to be going back to work this week and she couldn’t get her kid to sleep. What was her life becoming really? “Kiddo, help mommy out - you’re gonna wake the whole floor.” She whispered kissing the side of her daughter’s head and continuing to pace the living room knowing it was only a matter of time before someone complained about the noise.

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Tag a quality blog! You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 10 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! ❤

i never know how to take compliments other than to either shield myself or cower to such sweetness, so before i hide under a pillow, i want to thank you a dozen times over and tag just some of the sweet people who definitely fit the bill ( and believe me, there are dozens more that deserve it too )  @brokenbrxther ( aka @nowimamxnster ) • @southerncomfortoutlaw • @erasethestars • @darkesthowl • @noblestcg • @siblingcasualty • @renownxd • @fiercerebekah • @grzlys • @xhidingintheshadowsx • and every single one of you cinnamon rolls that i wish i could gobble up

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@noble-stag-elijah​   ♥’d

❛   EVERYTHING  WE  LOVE,   we  turn  to  ash.   ❜

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noble-stag-elijah replied to your post: I guess it’s truly time to give up on this blog. I...

Woah what? Noooooooooooooooo!

I wrote this a little bit ago. It’s hard to not get frustrated here. I love this blog and I love Gia and I love everything I’ve written, but no one is here. No one misses me, or Gia. And it hurts to come here. I posted this and then you ended up starting up a thread with me. It means a lot. I love our thread, I’ve missed writing with you. I’m going to try to stick around. It’s just hard sometimes.

[cantplaywithoutaheartbeat]

"you okay?"

@noble-stag-elijah

Gia sighed softly but lifted her eyes to him, smiling as she put the violin down. She pulled his shirt tighter around her shoulders and tucked one knee under her chin.

“Mmm, I’m hungry. But, it was daylight and I…” She shrugged, toying with the new daylight ring on her finger. It was there. She was safe. And she’d survived Klaus’ attempt on her life. But she couldn’t quite kick the feeling of flames licking at her skin. “I’m fine,” she said finally. “I’m glad you’re home.”

It was dark now, she’d come up as soon as the sun was down, hoping he’d come. Not sure he would. There was the matter of his family, of course. Always. And they kept him busy enough. But he usually came back at the end of the day, the night.