#thirdoriginal

[lastcrescent-a]

@thirdoriginal​

     “ Oh, you don’t have to -- ” The towel that’s caught her ire is dropped as she tries, again, to fold it. She blows her hair out of her face, tossing it wordlessly at the Original. “ It’s fine, I’m... fine. ”

[triiibred]

@thirdoriginal​

     “ All I’m saying is -- ” Legs cross, and she takes a drink from the milkshake in hand -- she’s fidgety, and she wants nothing more than to rip someone limb from limb. There’s an annoying ache in her chest that won’t go away. It hurts. Everything hurts. “ Fighting it out seems to work for Julian. ”

     It doesn’t, but what else can she do? At least everyone in that ring knows what they’re signing up for. She doesn’t have to feel bad when she tears their hearts out.

[lastcrescent-a]

@thirdoriginal​

     Her weight is shifted in their lap, and her eyes fade back to hazel; her fangs show beneath her lips, and her hands move up to play with their tie. “ Color? ” It’s soft, and so is Hayley’s touch when she presses her forehead against theirs. “ And where do you want me to bite? ”

[lastcrescent-a]

yes um...elijah is here for a kiss. or several kisses. also just to be around her. both. both is good - ( @thirdoriginal

@thirdoriginal

     “ Come here, pretty boy. ” There’s an amused smile playing at her lips, as she reaches up to cup their face, let her lips meet theirs -- she moves to pull them into her lap, nose brushing against their cheek when she pulls away. Her free hand moves to their hair, and she strokes through it idly. A kiss is pressed to their forehead. “ You know you’re not bothering me when you want attention, right? ”

[compatiissante]

@thirdoriginal​ from xx

maybe her question had been a little more on the cautious or suspicious side, but to be fair, she genuinely didn’t understand. the only person who’d really treated her this decently in the past had been her own twin, and she hadn’t seen them in god knows how long.  cheeks flush in embarrassment as her head shakes in denial, weight shifting from one foot to the other.   “nothing like that, no-- i just-- i don’t know, i’m not exactly used to it, i guess? m’sorry, you didn’t ask for insecure questions--”

[ravenfanged]

@vargulfborn​ / @thirdoriginal

     Skin is cold beneath him. Not unlike his own, yet Damon cozies in anyway -- there is a sleepy sort of snort, as he raises his head from their chest. Fangs lower, and it occurs to him that asking might get him what he wants quicker; his mouth pauses inches from their neck, a questioning glance upward at them. “ Please? ”

[lastcrescent-a]

@thirdoriginal​

     She enjoys mornings like these. When she can drink in the domesticity of it all, where she can just enjoy the fact she has someone she loves pressed against her, that things are calm and quiet. Kisses are pressed, feather-light, at their shoulders and neck, her arm around their waist; her teeth stop short of their skin. Not pressing in -- just enough to scrape at their neck if she were to move her mouth. “ Morning, you. ”

[ravenfanged]

@thirdoriginal​

     He’s not hungry per se. He’s dangerous when he is, and if that’s how Stefan feels every time he’s around blood -- well, Damon has a lot of apologizing to do. There’s a beat where he looks down at Elijah’s neck -- and then his eyes fall to his wrist.

     “ Can I? ” It keeps him fed for longer than eight hours, and the wrist isn’t as dangerous as going for their throat would be. He glances up again, catches their eye, and he shifts, clearing his throat. “ There aren’t exactly blood bags full of vampire blood at the boarding house. ”