#trappedsoulsstarter

[ofcrescents-blog1]

Being cursed to remain in her wolf form, along with the rest of her pack, meant that Hayley had minimal contact with anyone but the wolves. It meant that she had been restricted to the bayou, but — worst of all — it meant hat she had not gotten to see her daughter. With the full moon now lighting up the night sky, the crescent wolf had shifted back. Though without clothes, she had stashed some nearby and ventured to them. Once she stumbled upon them, she immediately began to get dressed,

Hayley was in the middle of changing when she felt someone’s presence behind her. She finished changing before bothering to turn around and face them, arms crossed. To say that she had a bit of an attitude was an understatement — but all things considered, she felt she had every right to be perpetually pissed off. “Can I help you or are you just here to be creepy?” She could think of little else other than her daughter, besides a few choice words she had for a certain Mikaelson. “Because, honestly, I’m not in the mood.”

[tvtia1]

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you, but can you tell me where I am?”

[dcuntlessfatality-blog]

“What did you say?”

[erin-clarke]

Erin was humming to himself, a little tune he's been working on for days for a new song he’s been writing. “Words words words...why can’t I think of words, dammit.” 

[defectivetwiin]

The Parker heir stood in a field with the sun at his back; the bright blue sky on high. An expression he wore, neutral. Serene but hardly present in that moment. That was until he realized he was alone no more. Deep grey eyes meet the others, but he had no words to offer. Just a pensive stare.

[erikamadsen-archive]

“Do I have to pretend like I appreciate your useless attempt to comfort me? Because I really just wanna rip your throat out instead.”

[justinnxprince]

“Nope,” he coughed as the acidic taste filled his mouth and burned the back of his throat, “I don’t think that’s really my thing, Pen, I’ll just stick to the plain old Cola,” he chuckled, politely handing the alcohol back to the blonde bartender and sinking down in his stool.

[wyattcahill]

Wyatt dropped his dduffle on the side of the strret and looked around the once familiar town, “Of course I had to come home to one of these crazy things.”