#unburdencd

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♡ for a Novel Starter - Carmilla (2019) p71 @unburdencd

                 ❝   Deriving  pleasure  from  someone  else’s  pain  i s n ’t  becoming  Kai. ❞

[weirdnightsisters-blog]

@unburdencd from here

She resisted the urge to take a step back as he came closer to her, grinning at her like he was about to eat her alive. She wasn't foolish. She knew Kai wouldn't be 'on her side'. More likely, she'd end up his lackey. His plaything. It didn't instill a lot of confidence in her.

“What guarentee would I have that you won't turn on me?”

[geminirage]

unburdencd || interactions ;kai & lizzie

how did she even managed to get her hands on that spell is beyond her. but she was reading through her dad stuff and just found a spell related to the gemini coven. something about prison worlds? whatever. but it said it was something related to the girls’ past and lizzie was just curious. her eyes look back at the drawn pentagon she had made and in the middle, there was a young man now. not much older than she was. “UGH, so you are my bio-mom’s psychotic coven big secret?” and she is almost tempted to banish him back to whatever place he had been. but a parrt of her stopped her dry in her tracks. arms fold through her waist, steel blues looking back. “so, who are you?”

[ladamedemartel]

@unburdencd liked for a valentine’s starter

Aurora lay stretched across the blood soaked ground with a contented smile on her face.  She’d gorged herself on the blood of the teens which had posed such a problem for Niklaus and now she could simply bask in the pleasure of having her craving for blood fully sated.  Her hands raised above her head to stretch out in the sun like a cat, but her hand brushed against something wet and oozing.  She fumbled a bit before she managed to get it in her hand.  A heart.  Aurora wasn’t certain whose it was, but it did much matter.  With a large, amused grin on her face, she rolled over on to her side to face Kai.  “Be my Valentine?”  she asked, immediately bursting into a fit of giggles as she offered the heart out to him.

[xspellbound]

(    *    & .    —  @unburdencd. ( BURY A FRIEND. )

getting herself to HELL was easy --- hell ? purgatory ? whatever this l o c k e r for souls was called, the with had no care. she was on a mission to find someone. a particular someone with a particular gift set. one she needed. once she HEARD was quite exquisite. kai parker. “ ------ oh pretty boy ! ” the witch called out into the grey street, eyes scanning through between trees & yards, cars & signs. “ i’m your TICKET out of this hell hole ! come out and play. ” her once cerulean gaze was almost black, the ink like sapphire blue holding mischief & trouble. “ here, kitty, k i t t y . ”

[selflesssiphon-blog]

@unburdencd wanted some Josie fun

She lay there at night with her twin, comforting her from Raphael’s rejection, even if she had her own issues on her mind. Josie... it was like a song in her head, one she had heard every single night and she was sick of it. In some parts of the school it was louder than other parts, when outside on the grounds it was a SOFT whisper, begging her to come back to the school. She was sick of it, once Lizzie was fast asleep, the twin pulled herself from underneath, and slid her feet into fuzzy pink slippers and wandered the halls. Come play with me, she heard, a deep voice rung louder and clearer than ever before, she was so close to the source of her insanity. The basement, a place her father kept off limits. Siphoning the magic that kept the door locked, a glowing hand being the ONLY light in the hall, Josie made her way inside, down the steps to the cellar, the famous cells that her uncle Damon and step-father Stefan would keep traitors and harmful strangers, so her mother told her. But what she saw was terrifying, a man she had only heard horrors of, someone she feared her or her sister would become, a man in another life would have called Uncle... 

“Kai,” 

[abrokenwitch]

@unburdencd  starter for gv; wishworld3

It was a mess the war was just really out of hand. The supernaturals were for sure in danger and Lizzie wanted to help in any way that was possible. Besides the fact that almost everyone were hating on the girl because of the fact what she had done, hurting her twin sister that it left her sister a scar. Meaning her father got furious that it made Lizzie leave the place and just was on her own for some time. Lizzie only just don’t know where she had to go or if she should just head back to the refugee center where her father and sister was. 

Knowing she had lost control over her magic once a random witch told her and Josie about them to merge at the age of twenty two and Lizzie just was shocked about it all and didn’t expected it. She just couldn’t imagine to kill one another. She sighs as she was halfway back but then she stopped walking. Was this something she actually wanted.

[ladamedemartel]

@unburdencd continued from here ( x )

LEANING CLOSER, sharp grey-blue eyes found Aurora’s own, holding them with a seriousness not seen often with the siphon. “Maybe you’ve spent too much time around those vampire friends of yours, but I’m not LIKE THEM. I have no plans on reconciling with my family and I CERTAINLY didn’t want you bring my Dad back from the dead so we couldWORK THINGS OUT.” Voice rising, the siphon’s recently stolen magic (from a witch still dead at his doorstep) caused a few of the candles nearby to light, flames licking higher into the air than should have been possible considering they were indoors. “I’m a SOCIOPATH, Aurora. And I like the way I am.”

He was angry, Aurora could feel the emotion rolling off of him in waves, and yet, rather than be afraid, she started to laugh.  “Oh darling, I didn’t bring him back for some sort of family reunion.”  she took a short swig of her wine before she sat further back in her seat as if it was a throne.  If there was anyone who understood having no desire to see their father, it was Aurora.  The Count had hardly been a warm or caring father.  The only thing that was warm about him was the way that he kept his bed following her mother’s death and the only thing he cared about was that Aurora played the role that she’d been assigned to play as the velvet glove to conceal the iron fist that was her father and brother.  What was more, she’d spent a century believing herself Rebekah, cowering as Mikael hunted her and her brother throughout Europe.  No, no, Aurora was hardly one to attempt to mend fences between fathers and their children.  “Darling, I brought him back for you to kill.  I thought it might be fun for you.  You’ve been so stressed lately.”