@originalreddoor asked: "I refuse to hope."
“Now that doesn’t sound like my brother,” Rebekah scoffed, holding her newly poured glass out to Elijah. She had prepared it for herself, but Elijah was in a mood, he’d need it more. “Now if you were talking about your refusal to wear anything less than designer then, perhaps your words would carry a bit more weight.” Rebekah shrugged, her arms crossed over her chest. “Out with it, who’s shoved a stake up your bum this time?”— anastasia the broadway musical starters / accepting










