Since I have gotten some asks about other people's ocs for the sentences meme, I am bestowing you my highest honor: please give me miriam and one of your OCs that I know!!!!!! you are hiding!!!!!!!!! I KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (also you can totally ignore this one)
Answering this one first because rules are fake and I can do what I want. Allow me to introduce you to Maisie, my girl from our world who tripped one day and found herself in Davina's body about three years before The Originals started. She has a bone to pick with The Narrative, the weirdest way of doing magic this universe has seen, and she's very very gay.
(I am a little very nervous because I love your girl Miri so much so I hope I don't get her too wrong, even from if this is an outsider's perspective)
three some sentences fic game
She's looking at the girl-who's-not-supposed-to-exist sat on the ground staring at the crackling TV in their motel room. There's a The Pink Panther Show rerun playing and she's staring like she's never seen colors like it before in her life.
(Her hair is still wet from the shower Maisie had to help her into. The shampoo had gotten in her eyes a little, and she'd cried in that silent way one can only learn)
Maisie almost believes it. But sometimes the girl's eyes widen like she's trying to grab at something but can't quite reach. It's enough to make her suspicious.
The smart choice would've been to leave her in the basement where she wasn't supposed to be. Not that Maisie was ever supposed to find those coffins in the first place.
(It's a little annoying that they were in the wrong place, she was doing such a good job at being careful)
She also wasn't supposed to pull out any daggers nor was she supposed to steal any still sleepy vampires away from there, she should've just walked out and pray she could reach an airport before the whiniest mass murderer known in the world could catch wind of her.
(It's been three years since she's been having nightmares about him and his siblings. This is just the worst.)
Instead she's got a non-verbal vampire she's never seen on her screen holed up in a shitty roadside motel and a dagger she needs to ditch in the nearest pond laying on the bed. Maisie grabs it, turning it around in her hands, and the girl snaps her eyes to her.
They're impossibly blue. It's unfair really.
(She's got the same haunted eyes Maisie had seen on a painting during a school trip. The sort that tell you the artist couldn't quite capture the full light in them.)
"Do you-?" She trails off for a moment, not sure if this is the right thing to ask, "Do you want it back?" She tentatively holds it out to her, point side facing inwards like how you're meant to safely hand over a knife.
The girl tilts her head, and reaches out, not to take the dagger but to run her fingers over the hilt. Gently, almost lovingly, like she's trying to trace the shape of something she lost and just now found.
It dawns on Maisie that she's not going to be running away from this one.
(Which means she's royally screwed.)
