elijah, upon seeing that dean winchester is not only near his sister but flirting with her: HISSES
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elijah, upon seeing that dean winchester is not only near his sister but flirting with her: HISSES
❛ Do you have any idea how rare love is? In a thousand years I have found it but twice. ❜
𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 piqued! In their time together, they hardly touched upon the past. In her mind, there was little point in thinking about it, nor the future, when the present engrossed her completely. That lasted up until that very moment, where the two were so wrapped up in the calm domesticity that a secluded cabin could provide, lowered guards had left him being quite open with his feelings. “Twice?” There was no doubt in her mind that she had to be one of those instances. Their talk of prolonging her life, and therefore their future, was becoming a regular topic between them. He might have purchased her as a distraction and commodity at one point in time, but her original use wasn’t why he wanted her to live decades more by his his side. He had found a rare love in her, as she had in him, but where she could honestly say he was her first and only love, and could readily admit that it was very rare to have happened as it had, the case couldn’t be said in return by him. Brows ticked up towards her hairline, eyes wide and earnest in curiosity as another piece of the great Elijah Mikaelson puzzle was put into place. “Who was the first one, hm? It better not be some pretty blonde or another slayer. And please, for the sake of a happy home and night ahead, tell me that she didn’t look anything like me.”
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@xthebroken liked for a starter. / buffy+spike.
❝ spike ---- i’m so not in the mood ❞ she exasperated , standing in place and looking down at her feet. she wasn’t sure if she wanted to turn around and face him. she knew how this was going to go down. ever since they kissed , he’s been drooling at her feet. every patrol since then she’s had his unpleasant company.
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❛ I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. ❜
𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 there was amusement or anger in his tone, Hayley chose the former rather than the latter. After all, what reason would he have to be angry with her? He knew who she was from the day he purchased her, that she was far from the meek type to allow someone else to fight her battles for her, even in the form of an immortal who could take on his fair share without blinking an eye. It might not have been an easy task for her to accomplish, yet the result was the same, as he found her with a circle of vampires in varying states of decay. Some were ashen mounds, the embers from their impaling leaving them nothing more than a memory. Others were only beginning to surrender to their fate, the death creeping through their veins. She hated to admit that she needed this, but she did. So long, she had been kept out of harm’s way, sheltered and protected from any threat that was even uttered in her direction. It wasn’t the type of life she saw herself fulfilling. There had to be balance, something she found that day after taking a cleansing breath into her lungs, turning on her heel to face him soon thereafter. “I would have saved one for you, but I figured it would be a little messed up for you to kill your own kind on my behalf. We’ll make a date out of it next time?”
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@xthebroken
‘ i can’t really give you much information on what to do . I did just come back to life not too long ago . ‘ it had been a while since she had been in the living realm , of being someone that others could see and it was still a learning process . ‘ i’ve learned a lot while I was in the ancestral realm , kind of left me with nothing to do but think . if you’re thinking of running away from your problems I say don’t . running only makes the problems much more aggressive and when they catch up , it’s brutal . ‘
“You’ll always be safe with me.” - Elijah
𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐍 oaths readily, and yet she never grew weary of them, especially on days such as these. When Klaus showed himself on the doorstep of their little getaway, fear gripped her in a way it never had before. This was the same man — a term she used loosely to describe the vile creature — who had no qualms about leaving her precariously perched on a windowsill during a bone-chilling rain until Elijah returned, all in order to teach her a lesson on respect. His appearance was one that left her frozen in fear, if not for the pure and simple fact that he was unable to step foot within. Elijah had thought of every safeguard, the pendant that hung from her necklace having vervain within being one of many. It didn’t stop her heart from racing from the sight of him. Words were exchanged, threats levied, and she stood on the other side of it unscathed — unlike last time. She lived to tell the tale, and Elijah’s words to her weren’t ones that chastised her for the choice. Instead, he gave her solace, helped her feel safe from harm, and she couldn’t admire or care for him more than she did in that moment. “I believe you,” she spoke softly, as if it were a secret only they could share. She reached for the side of his face, trying to wipe away the worry between his brows with a swipe of her thumb, and smiled gently as she spoke. “And you’ll always have a safe place with me.”
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‘ @xblankpage ’ ❨ VERSE STARTER ❩
The expression on her face said it all and, where it lacked, the words spoken would make up for. “ –––—- This is stupid. ” Eloquent, as always. In the weeks and months that follow her attack, her tolerance of the vampire grew leaps and bounds. It would have to in order to get HER in a dress. That didn’t change her feelings on said apparel, hands defiantly braced upon her hips while a tailor knelt at her feet, constantly reminding her not to look down or slouch while they pinned her hem to an appropriate length. “ Why am I even going to this thing? Klaus has made it pretty clear he doesn’t like me and the feeling is very much mutual! ” This gala he had planned seemed like a bonafide trap to the slayer, and yet Elijah had talked her into letting down her guard, ensuring she would be safe by his side. What had originally brought a smile to her face, was now an annoyed grimace that threatened to turn again at the obvious amusement she noticed while he watched on. “ While I’m glad you’re enjoying this, can’t you go alone? It’s not like it’s requirement to have a +1…” More like she wasn’t ready for the first time she surrounded herself with vampires since the INCIDENT was at some poncy party being thrown by his brother.