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A song so beautiful that it makes you feel butterflies and cry tf out at the same time....like wdym I was smiling while listening to Est's voice a few days ago and today I am crying my eyes out

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@anditsxsorrows

❝ I’ll take you wherever you want: Rome, Paris, Tokyo,❞ a lifetime ago the the offer had been presented with a soft laughter, only reserved for her, and despite every screaming rationality inside her — telling her that he was a BEAST — she laughed with him. There were moments, just mere moments where they orbited in each others lives, and it didn’t, well, suck.

Now she stood before the worlds treasures, pyramids and castles, fallen empires, places she’d only ever seen in the tiny frame of a history book, and she couldn’t help but think of — HIM. She’s so many things: a debutant, vampire, a widow, a headmistress, a mother, and it’s the last that defines her most now. Everything she does here, she does for them, it’s the will coursing in her bones to move without being seen, to make moves without being heard, because they’re relying on her. And thoughts of some unexplored love only encroach on everything she’s trying to accomplish. There is only the search for a cure, it takes her through the continents, desperately sifting through ruins, ancient texts, and dried up leads from Morocco to Paris, with nothing to show for her year spent.

The possibility of the merge looms over her sleep, invading her dreams, and shaking her awake in a cold sweat. ❝ I’m trying. I’m doing my best,❞ she tells Ric in their calls, making herself into steel anytime he speaks about their girls, so the time missed doesn’t cut deeper. ❝ There’s just so much country to cover, (and it’s only me. I’m only one vampire; she doesn’t say) and every time I think I’ve found a coven to help, they move. Rome today, Paris tomorrow, it never stops Ric,❞ on the other side of the phone her heart slows, exhaustion pushing down on her heaving chest, drawing uneven breaths . Being a parent has to be easier than this she thinks most times between the spasming of muscles; her body’s a rubber band being p u l l e d beyond its elasticity.

Rome is a bust, anyone who knows anything about the Geminis are long gone, maybe a few decades ago something would have turned up, but she’s half a century late, and a dollar short. The only texts she finds on the exterminated lineage of her daughters only tell her what she already knows. If Bonnie was here — but no — she made a promise to Bonnie to leave her out, their lives have already taken so much from her. In Paris she finds a hotel overlooking the Eiffel Tower and settles in. The next few days she’ll do what she can to hit the streets and unearth whatever existing covens exist within the folds of the city that may be able to lend any scrap of information that might help. ❝ Je vais commander quelque chose de ma chambre (I will order service from my room),❞ she calls down to the front desk, because as much as she’d like to be sampling the city’s best cuisine, the truth is she’s just tired. The creases in her forehead are extra creasy, and her feet actually throb.

The little French man at concierge apologizes, “Désolé Madame, il n'y a pas deservice à l'étage à cette heure ( Apologies Ma’am, we don’t have room service at this hour).❞ Caroline simply nods, ❝ Yeah,❞ her weariness sighs outwardly in acknowledgement. Sampling cuisine it is, Caroline thinks to herself, slipping her leather knee high russet colored boots back on, over her denim blue true religion skinny jeans that fit like a second skin, paired with a sleeveless cream colored crop top, and matching cream colored leather Hermes cross body bag. Paris is suppose to be beautiful, but what no one tells you is the HORIZON is dust smeared, hazy, and grey, like London, but with better art, and dessert.

There’s a charming cafe nestled in a backdrop of eighteenth century architecture nearest the Eiffel Towers with outdoor seating. ❝ Puis-je avoir le menu s'il vous plaît? (Can I have the menu, please)?❞ The slight tripping over her pronunciations earns her an inscrutable expression from the waiter, at least she was trying. If there was anything Caroline did best, it was try.

A familiar humming starts in her veins that casts her attention out to her surroundings. The blonde vampire’s ocean hues scan over the crowds not entirely sure what to expect, but whenever he was around, even if she couldn’t see him; she could feel him, the phantom lingering of his touch over the cool of her skin — it was enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck. This was Paris though, not Mystic Falls, not the quarter, what would Klaus Mikaelson be doing in the city of great art, and music, genuine beauty.

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I am just like...number one not concerned with the typical vibes or mood that some people (who I don't even consider my friends, but take up the vastness amount of my time and energy on tumblr, because they like mass effect try to abuse their influence attacking me, or mistaking the meanings of my posts....not concerned, but

#take this as a warning #your last