#withinthefallen

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@ofvalor @withinthefallen

[ michaela → natalia, reagan ] : sup  [ michaela → natalia, reagan ] : im bored. wanna come over? i have alcohol and food and drugs. and a baby grand

[ofmorosis]

Even as Theo heard the front door slam and the car tear down the street, she couldn’t will herself to stand. Her whole body ached though the sting on her cheek somehow hurt the most- even days later. The initial slap has caught her off guard, but the subsequent beatings that came after were all too familiar. so she took refuge in the only place that still felt safe- the closet in her father’s bedroom. 

It wasn’t until hours later that she finally felt the strength to stand and leave her father’s room. Even though he was gone, his comforting scent still lingered. Closing the door quietly, she shuffled to her bedroom. Moving to her desk, she absently picked up the letter that had begun the whole thing- the one her father only sent when he was planning to see his Mistress. The woman he actually loved, yet still hadn’t the courage to leave them for- at least not for more than a few months at a time.

Before she could get much further than the “Dear Theodora” when she head a soft tapping from her window. 

[ofmorosis]

♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ( mia x vi ;; mia slamming the door obvi )

@withinthefallen

Vi had no idea how Mia always managed to have her from perfectly calm to raging like a deep sea storm in 0.2 seconds flat. Mia had come back to the apartment, mad about something ridiculous- or at least, that’s how she remembered it- and of course an argument had ensued almost immediately. The cup of tea the brunette had been sipping on laid on its side, tan liquid dripping off the glass table and onto the plush rug, forgotten, as they fought, their voices getting louder and louder.

Being with Mia was like being with a natural disaster. She was a force of nature, wild and uncontrollable. Yet, Vi was the opposite, a natural wonder, solid and unyielding. And when the two clashed, it was very much the irresistible force paradox- an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, in every sense. They might never come to proper blows, per se, but there was no denying the physicality of their disagreements- their chemistry setting them both ablaze. 

It took no more than a few of these enormous blow ups for Vivienne to realize there had to be a solution- one that could defuse these kinds of situations, because when pushed far enough, both women were lethal, both in words and actions. So when she could feel herself pulled taught and ready to snap, she did the only thing she could do. Pushing past the smaller girl, she made her way to the door, focused so intently on leaving, that she didn’t realize Mia had moved until she heard the door slam closed in front of her.

“What the hell do you think you’re playing at?” Vi spat angrily. She was exhausted- mentally and physically- and her plans for them had been ruined when Mia came in less than happy from her latest mission. 

Scowling, Mia stomped her foot irritably. “You don’t just get to decide when our conversation is over, Vi!” 

Gritting her teeth, the taller girl pushed closer, backing her up against the door that had just been so unceremoniously slammed shut. “Don’t I, though?” She drawled, the corners of her lips curling into a sneer. “What makes you so sure of that? Hmm? What makes you think you’re the one who’s in charge, here?” 

Before Mia could do much more than open her mouth to reply with another acerbic comeback on her lips, Vi surged forward, pressing her into the cool wood and capturing her lips in a hard kiss. While their argument had hardly found much on the lines of resolution, they pushed back against each other with actions, rather than words- teeth sinking in and nails digging deeper than even their roughest encounters.

When all was said and done, hours having passed and the two women sprawled out on their bed, all concerns of arguments past were the last things they were thinking about. There was a satisfying soreness that started at the surface of their skin and sank deep into their bones- their excess energy from their anger and frustration having been sated, for the time being. And while one day they might need to learn how to talk, how to work through their problems rather than fucking them away, it was what they had and it was enough for now. 

[ofvalor]

( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine. - annabelle/morgan

            Morgan  was  truly  like  no  other  person  Annabelle  had  ever  met.  The  closest  had  been  Jonas,  hundreds  of  years  prior,  and  there  were  moments  where  she  wondered  if  he  were  reincarnated  in  her—  if  his  soul  had  found  hers  through  Morgan  once  more.  The  moment  never  lasted  long,  if  only  because  Morgan  was  so  wholly  wild  that  she  would  catch  Annabelle  up  in  her  turbulence  and  remind  her  that  there  would  never  be  another  soul  as  beautiful  as  hers.  The  memory  of  Jonas  never  lasted  long  around  her,  and  her  long  since  broken  heart  was  slowly  being  mended  together  with  every  soft  smile  and  laugh  and  dance  they  shared  together.  

Knowing  she  was  falling  for  another  human,  though?  That–  was  a  bit  more  terrifying  than  she  cared  to  admit.  

But  they  swayed  together,  music  softly  enveloping  and  swirling  around  them,  Annabelle  feeling  herself  drown  more  and  more  fully  in  this  beautiful  woman.  The  music  swelled  around  them,  and  Morgan  leaned  in,  her  forehead  pressing  gently  against  her  own.  If  she  had  to  breathe,  this  would  be  the  moment  that  the  breath  in  her  lungs  would  catch  and  leave  her  struggling  for  air.  Instead,  she  just  tilts  her  chin  up  towards  her,  insistent  and  hungry  for  the  only  thing  that  could  sate  her.  

The  kiss  is  much  softer  than  she  expects  it  to  be,  but  she  keeps  her  pressing  hunger  pulled  back,  moving  against  her  with  a  tender  demand  for  more.        

[ofvalor]

[ tease ] - your muse teases my muse in public - reagan/natalia

          As  awkward  as  things  were  between  the  two  of  them  (  the  back  and  forth  often  meant  Natalia  felt  more  guilty  than  not--  with  the  reminder  of  what  she'd  done  in  the  past  weighing  much  more  heavily  on  her  than  she'd  prepared  for  ),  there  were  still  moments  like  this.  Moments  where  she  was  able  to  catch  Reagan's  eye  and  give  them  a  smile  that  was  meant  only  for  them.  This  time  her  smile  was  accompanied  by  hooded  eyes  and  her  teeth  scraping  gently  over  her  lower  lip.  She  could  almost  hear  the  way  Reagan's  breath  would  HITCH,  judging  by  the  way  their  eyes  dipped  lower,  ever  noticeable  even  while  they  were  on  stage.  The  beat  never  faltered,  and  Natalia  would  never  aim  to  fuck  up  their  set,  but--  

She  crossed  one  leg  over  the  over,  the  skirt  she'd  worn  far  too  short  for  that  sort  of  movement.  And  with  a  slight  graze  of  her  fingertips  over  her  upper  thigh,  she  knew  Reagan  would  be  too  far  gone  to  think  later  on.  Mission  accomplished.  

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@withinthefallen​ asked  “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” ( for rebekah and matt )

           The panic in Rebekah’s voice makes Matt pause long enough to see that there is a glimmer of fear in the vampire’s eyes. She’s scared, not for herself because what does an Original vampire have to be afraid of? No, she is afraid for him, very human, very fragile Matt Donovan. A part of Matt hates that he is considered so weak, even if it is the truth. He would never trade his humanity for vampire strength and speed, would rather die instead of doing that, but it also means that in moments like this, he is nothing more than dead weight. Monsters and enemies find them every other month it seems, and every time, Matt has to watch while his friends go out to war and just hope that they all come back. Even when he is allowed to help, it is from a faraway rooftop, behind the scope of a rifle. If something happened, he would still be useless.

He lets out a quiet breath and cups Rebekah’s face. It’s something he used to do with Vicki, and even with his mother. To be the calm, comforting presence. Stability. “I know you’re indestructible and you can kick my ass eight ways to Sunday, but I feel the same way about you. So please, can we find a way to do this together?”

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( HAND ) / seduction starters ( from reagan )

         When Reagan transferred to the Salvatore School after triggering her curse, Josie didn’t think much of it to begin with. She and her sister were tasked with the tour as usual, but the first day always seemed to be everyone’s most hesitant. There was a lot to learn for people who didn’t grow up in. For Josie, it was fun to see their entire world make sense and click as they explained things in their own way. This time, instead of a party at the Old Mill like there’d been on Raf’s first day, the entire school was hustling around to prepare for the annual football game— and a school dance afterwards, win or lose ( definitely lose. ) Lizzie left the tour early to go help oversee some of the decorations, stating that they were helpless without her. Which left her alone with Reagan, who seemed both distracted and in awe of the school itself and her tour guide. 

What was left, thankfully, was Josie introducing her to her new pack and she was unable to stop herself from rambling on about the hierarchies and dynamics that were established over the years.. at least, what she had learned from observation. When they were almost done, one of the other witches stopped her— telling Josie that her father was looking for her in his office. Her lips twisted in disappointment as she turned to Reagan to part ways. Instead of the shorter girl responding, however, she took her hand and pressed her lips to Josie’s knuckles ( finishing it off with a quick wink before walking away. ) Caught completely off-guard, all Josie could do was stand there dumbfounded, with a blush coloring her cheeks.

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@withinthefallen​ said “you’re my best friend. you’re supposed to deal with the second-hand embarrassment.” ( for max and tegan )

          Ocean blue eyes widen and Tegan can’t help the wide smile that stretches across her face even though she knows Max is going to hate it. “I’m your best friend?” she asks with a small note of wonder, like she is always surprised when someone compliments her. But she also knows Max is not a fan of affectionate displays so Tegan simply squeezes her hand and moves on. “And anyways, second.... thing embarrassment is like when we go to the plant store and I get all excited and ask a bunch of questions and you look like you want to die or wish you didn’t come with me. But I don’t really get embarrassed because everything goes over my head. Makes life simple that way.”