#vlena

[bitmiscuous]

✝     ———-   does the sparrow recognize the serpent    as it   devours  it from the inside out ?       does it feel it   slithering   across its murky insides ,     or does it live in blissful ignorance ,   lulled into a state of perpetual tranquility by the very bright flames that render it helplessly still .    ❛       come closer ,      now ...         don’t play   coy   with me .    ❜       ///    @vlena​   ❤ liked.

[bitmiscuous]

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.   —      @vlena​ prompt.

✝     ———-   perilous serenity dwells    in still waters  ,     where the light touches  ;    beneath  ,      demons and terrors lay dormant ,   enshrouded in the darkness who’d birthed them .   legs dangle off the windowsill like a monotonous pendulum ,    caught in its careless rhythm out of habit or tedium .   far off into the distance  ,   the striking contours of trees and mountains silhouette against somber skies .

❛      what would have you to believe that’s any form of   incentive   to me  ?     ❜        talons    latch     to that aimless ,   bold wrist which dangles within reach ,    leading into temptation .     tight as shackles  ,     heavy as an anchor  ,     mercilessly pulling her down .   the quietude that had so kindly settled  ,    trembles and parts with future promises of premeditate agony taking its place .      ❛       surely  ,      you’ve heard the tale of  bluebeard  as a child ...     say ,   do you still remember    how it ends ,   darling elena ?    ❜

[artemisic]

she is    little older    than her maidens  ,       younger even than her summoners ;      wild mane flowing down the crevices in silver flesh ,     bambi - eyed ,   shoulders draped in boar pelt  ,     the last thing you’d expect to see before dying  .      she wears disappointment gracefully  &   it falls heavy upon the head of those who must bear it .   

❝      you have long    gone astray ,     child .      why should i offer you any help ,    at all ?       ❞

@vlena​​​    ❤’d.

[vswartzschild]

“love is a kind of killing.”   (  @vlena​  )

                          Love     is     a     kind     of     killing     –     Katherine     laughs     at     Elena’s    choice     of     words     (     bells     chiming,    Death     has     arrived     to     town   ),     the     curve     of     her     ruby     smile     grows    increasingly     amused     the     more     she     palates     such     remark     around     her     tongue.     Love     –     love,     love,     love,     it     is     such     a     humane     emotion     (     it     drags     them     down,     makes     mortals     as     foolish     as     they     claim     to   be     smart;     as     vicious     as     they     can     be     loving     ).     there     is     no     more     lethal   venom     to     the     hubris     than     the     concept     of     love.  

                         “     the     body     survives,     but     the     heart     does     not?     ”     mocking     are    her     words,     taunting     the     girl     before     her     (     Katherine     does     not     hate     Elena     for     bewitching     Stefan,     probably     in     the     same     way     she     did     in     the     past     –     Katherine     hates     Elena     for     being     a     reflection     of     her     own     pride     ).     a     step     closer     to     the     human     girl     (    are     they     the     same?     are     they     but     merely   two     sides     of     the     same     coin     ?     ),    the     clicking     of     heels     against     darkened     hardwood,     the     creaking     of     flames     in     the     hearth     –     they     give     an     illusion     of     peace,     the     calm     before     the     storm,     “     I    don’t     think     your     words     to     be     foolish     –     indeed,     you’re     a     clever     little     vixen.    takes     one     to     know     one,     right?     ”     brows    rise     up     in     playful     inquisitiveness     (     Elena     thinks     she     is     ice,     but     Katherine     is    frostbite     –     you     have     a     long     way     to     go     still,     silly     girl     ),     “     and     if     you’re     as     clever     as     you   think     yourself     to     be,     then     you’ll     know    never     to     give     too     much     of     yourself     to    love.     ”     tapping     of     claws     against     a     table,     they     match     the     rhythm     of     the     clock    above     the     mantle,     “     take     this     advice   as     a     piece     of     mercy     from     me     towards     you     –     they     will     say     love     is     the     closest     thing     humans     have     to     feeling     complete.     that’s     not     true     –     you     should    never     give     anyone     that     much     control     over   you.     ”