#pastfled

[floripire]

🧛‍♀️ / @pastfled (kaleb)

it does not surprise her that kaleb got an invitation. his voice is velvet. the softest caress imaginable. if anything, she's surprised that it hadn't found it's way to his hands sooner. even so, wow.

the black iris club is a den of sin, debauchery and depravity, disguised as a nightclub, and a hotbed of supernatural activity, if the rumors are to be believed.

"if this is you saying that i am relieved of woman in the chair duties for one evening, then i need to know how much time i have to scrounge together an acceptable outfit."

[nprescott]

@pastfled

He could feel it. The noose tightening around his neck. Every day, he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. He didn't sleep. He barely ate. He felt sick to his stomach almost all of the time. Every single step, a new mistake. He kept fucking up.

His eyes lingered on Kate Marsh. Her eyes didn't hold the spark they used to. He couldn't help but notice details -- an artist's eye. Her eyes looked a little puffy. She had been crying. And every time he blinked, he saw her back in the Dark Room. Something tears at his stomach and chest. Guilt, shame, fear? Who the fuck even knows?

He had recently seen her talking a lot to Max. Not unusual, they were friends or something. But considering Max was friends with Chloe Price, he couldn't help but wonder if Kate had said something. Or if Max had coaxed out some damming information.

She had looked like a doll before. Glittering and beautiful. Shining with a light that had now gone dull. They had done it. HE had. He knew about the video. Evidence, Jefferson called it. Another fuck up. Jefferson swore if not for it, Kate wouldn't be in this state. Because what they had done was harmless. Tell that to Rachel. Maybe he was getting disillusioned. Maybe he had been for a long time. It didn't matter. Not with the dirt Jefferson had on him. He was trapped.

For some reason, he finds himself walking over to Kate. He had been kind to her before taking her to Mark. A trick, of course. Nathan was anything but. He was a cruel person. Sometimes he blamed it on his bloodline, but maybe he was just fucked up all on his own. He can't help but wonder.... what she thought.

"We need to talk." He says as he stands before her. His tone is even but demanding.

[c0eur]

the weather is warmer by the time they make it back to seattle, but the tension that had crept it's way into their group had yet to thaw. maybe it had been brewing before they'd ever stepped foot in wyoming. regardless, there was no denying the distance she felt despite the weight she claimed had been lifted from her shoulders. the only one who seemed oblivious to the growing stress was alice. in another life, she might have felt guilty using the dog to try and talk with mel, but guilt wasn't something she so easily let in. " hey, mel. " abby calls, alice following loyally at her side. " manny and i just got back from the FOB. i thought i would take alice on a walk around the grounds before i sign her back in. do you, uh ── do you want to come? "

starter for @pastfled ── abby & mel !

[stolenfates]

i was unprepared . it won't happen again . * mel for abby | @pastfled

TO KNOW THAT MEL REGRETS her participation in Joel's death boils the blood coursing through Abby's veins. Strong arms fold across her chest, her back straight and head held high ──── a soldier, through and through. “ Don't forget, ” she begins, gaze moving from the floor to her friend. “ Joel killed people you loved, too. He deserved what was done to him. ” And more, if she was honest. A slower death, perhaps, for everyone of them he had killed. For her father he'd shot point-blank. “ If you don't agree with that anymore, fine. But don't think for a second that he didn't get what was coming to him. ”

[stolenfates]

oh my god … you've been bitten . * jesse for ellie | @pastfled

“ Oh, fuck. ”

THAT CARELESSNESS FOR HERSELF, THAT DESIRE TO PROTECT those closest to her . . . it had gotten her in trouble. Again.

She looks down at the fresh bite, just another to add to her collection, just another she would have to cover up, just another she would have to hide from those who were unaware, then to Jesse, his eyes wide with shock, jaw slack, finger on the trigger of his gun, prepared to put her down, just as they were taught. She wonders how she can talk him down, how she can convince him not to kill her before she turns. ( Like that was ever happening. ) Would he listen to reason as Dina had? Out in the open, with wolves stalking the streets, there was no where safe enough for Jesse to keep his gun trained on her, counting down the hours for the infection to take hold. And like hell would he agree to go back to the theater just to have Dina corroborate her story. She could practically hear him now, yelling about how dangerous of an idea that was, asking her how she could ever put Dina in danger should she eventually turn.

“ Jesse, ” she begins, slowly lifting her hands in the air, “ I know this looks bad. Trust me, I get it. But killing me won't do anything but upset Dina. ” She scrambles, mind racing at a mile a minute, trying to come up with something to get Jesse to just listen. “ Listen for a sec ──── leave me here. Go back to the theater with Dina. If I'm gonna turn, I'm gonna turn, but don't fucking shoot me, Jesse. I'm immune. ”

[stolenfates]

JESSE WAS A GOOD KID ──── intelligent, caring, followed rules to a T . . . His friendship with Ellie was a positive one; a good influence on her, he thinks, and someone she enjoys spending time with. ( A lot of time, he’s noted, which begs the question . . . ) He clears his throat, coughing into his fist, the grip of his other hand tightening awkwardly around his horse’s reins. “ Hey, uh . . . ” He’s no good at this ──── at this teenager stuff. ( But he sure as shit knows what he was like at Jesse’s age. ) “ Look, don’t take this the wrong way or nothin’, but . . . ” Okay, fuck is he bad at this. And to bring it up on a patrol, no less? “ I noticed you an’ Ellie’ve been spendin’ lotsa time together, lately. But, uh . . . she’s young ──── not that I’m sayin’ you’re a creep or anythin’, but I don’t think she’s ever even had a crush on someone before. ”

He’s rambling, talking himself into a hole. A sigh escapes him and he slows his horse to match the pace of Jesse’s. He runs a hand down his face. “ All I’m sayin’ is, if she had to have a crush on anyone in Jackson, I’m glad it’s you. Just . . . try not t’ break her heart, alright? ”

a papa joel starter for @pastfled's jesse.

[floripire]

supernatural shenanigans ft. @pastfled / insp.

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                                  continued   from    ....   here .

beautiful   girl ,   what   happened   to   you ?   why   does   it   feel   like   scorching   embers   engulf   your   lungs ?   maybe   it's   because   you   were   just   a   girl ,   choking   on   water.   maybe   it's   because   you   were   just   a   girl ,   feeling   that   luminous   light   get   snuffed   out.   simple   tasks   such   as   brushing   her   hair ,   getting   dressed ,   they   feel   like   punishment.   she   was   supposed   to   perish.   she   was   supposed   drown   in   that   creek.   when   she   was   sixteen   and   spared.     when   she   was   twenty   -   two   and   spared   again.     maybe   she   is   a   cat   with   nine   lives ,   but   what   makes   her   so   special ?   while   momdadauntjenna   ...   weren't   so   lucky.

legs   remain   comfortably   tucked   under   body ,   ball   -   point   tip   of   pen   motionless   against   page   of   journal   when   blonde   emerges   into   dorm.   reporting   back   to   stefan   and   damon   on   her   emotional   state   today.       she   knows   her   friends   care,   she   can   practically   trace   the   worry   lines   in   caroline's   forehead.   but   sometimes,   the   hovering   almost   compels   a   scream   to   be   ripped   from   her   throat.   instead   of   a   wail,   bitter   words   depart   instead.   they   linger   in   the   stale   air   around   them.   she   regrets   them   the   moment   they   leave   her   lips   ...   but   it's   too   late   to   take   them   back   now.         maybe   she   doesn't   want   to.

"   i   know ,   but   sometimes   —   "   she   pauses,   chewing   inner   bottom   lip   thoughtfully.       don't   just   speak ,   thinkthinkthink.   remember ,   you   were   kind   once.   doe   -   eyes   settle   on   friend ,   smile   tugging   at   the   corners   of   her   lips ,   but   it   doesn't   reach   her   eyes.   not   even   close.   "   i'm   okay.   if   you   leave   me   alone   for   more   than   twenty   minutes ,   i'm   still   going   to   be   here.   i'm   not   this   fragile   piece   of   glass   that's   going   to   break.   "    but   isn't   she   already   broken ?   didn't   she   return   from   the   water   in   pieces ?   teeth   razor   -   sharp.   gut   aching   for   plasma   pumping   through   the   veins   of   the   innocent.   maw   stained   with   blood.     she's   not   just   a   broken   girl   anymore.        she's   a   broken   monster. 

                            @pastfled ,            * caroline forbes.