Tatia Walick

Vampire | 1021 | Likes pasta Staying at Lynchburg Inn, just an hour from Mystic Falls

[tatiawalick]

It's too early.

[itsnotsteven]

Well well, looks like someone decided to turn their humanity on. Thanks for the heads up, sis. Is it just me, or am I being avoided?

[tatiawalick]

Go'way, Charlotte. It is too early in the morning.

[tatiawalick]

Why did you pick Elijah over Klaus?

There is no telling where the heart will and will not go when it comes to love.

[couldthisbetrue]

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[tatiawalick]

It's too early.

[tatiawalick]

[tatiawalick]

Late Return | Tatia & Elijah

[the-werewolf-generation-blog]

“Alright,” he said with a small sigh, pulling her closer and resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. His eyes closed, and he felt content for the moment. “I don’t know. I’d like to think so,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what it’s like not to live. Even daggered, I still had a steady stream of thoughts, and I suppose that’s a bit of life. You have to have life to think, don’t you?” he asked.

He kissed her back, his hand moving to run over her back and shoulders. He loved this feeling. The feeling that he would never lose Tatia again and they’d be together and happy forever. It was comforting. His arms went around her when she returned to lay down. His eyes closed, and he wasn’t exactly tired, but very relaxed. More relaxed than he had been in weeks. All the stress was gone for now.

[tatiawalick]

She happily let him pull her towards him and settled her cheek onto his chest, curling into him. Her fingers rested over his shirt and she smiled, enjoying being wrapped up in his arms. Tatia was content to stay right there for eternity. “Hm. I would suppose so,” she said softly and let a few moments of silence go by, wondering what it must have felt like for him in a coffin.

She broke the kiss and sighed happily, touching her nose to his before moving further away. “I love you,” she whispered. She didn’t need to hear his answer because she already knew. When Tatia was settled safely back in his arms, she closed her eyes, sensing his stillness. She cuddled just a bit closer into him before she felt herself drift off bit by bit into a warm slumber.

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[tatiawalick]

I think it's time I started reading Shakespeare again.

[ergjnkrg-deactivated20121223]

Ones you should be afraid of. And I’m not sure. After so many years you stop counting. Well over two thousand, however.

[tatiawalick]

...... Alright then. There are some vampires in this town who might trouble your kind. There was something more powerful too, a combination of a vampire and a werewolf. Hybrid, we call it. He's left town but he may return.

[tatiawalick]

I think it's time I started reading Shakespeare again.

[ergjnkrg-deactivated20121223]

We were cursed by witches because they feared our powers.

[tatiawalick]

What powers do you possess? And what is your age, if you don't mind my prying? The Original Werewolves cannot have originated before the first appearances of man...

[tatiawalick]

Late Return | Tatia & Elijah

[the-werewolf-generation-blog]

“Well, I will do my best not to,” he stated seriously, wanting to reassure her. “Besides, I seriously doubt that anything will happen for years to come. I’ve made it this far, after all,” he said with a small smile. It soon turned to a frown though. “I don’t want you turning into something you hate because of me, Tatia,” he said softly. “That’s the one thing I don’t want to happen. Don’t you think you could manage that?” he asked.

“If Klaus needs a witch, he’ll be able to find one in a short period of time with his connections. People fear him,” Elijah sighed. His eyes sought hers out. “Things aren’t exactly bad. Not like before,” he said quietly, running his thumb across her bottom lip.

“Good,” Elijah nodded, glad that some form of communication was going on between the sisters. He watched her from where he laid, straightening and fluffing her pillow before putting it back in place.

[tatiawalick]

She shook her head with a small frown. “It wouldn’t be your fault, it would be mine,” Tatia said. “But I’ll try.” Of course she’d try. She looked away, not wanting to entertain the thought of him dying, of leaving her. She honestly thought that she would do much worse than turn her humanity off if he were to die – she couldn’t live without him, and living without him forever was a very long time. In fact, it would even be a blessing if the only thing she did were to fiddle with the switch. “Do you think there is an afterlife?” She asked after a minute of silence.

It made her smile somehow. Tatia met his gaze softly, feeling the trace of his skin across her lips. She pulled herself closer to him and molded her lips softly to his as a steady warmth grew deep within her.   

When she returned, she slipped under the covers again, and made herself comfortable against the pillows, and him.

[tatiawalick]

I think it's time I started reading Shakespeare again.

[ergjnkrg-deactivated20121223]

Ten. Oh, it’s a long story.

[tatiawalick]

I... I'm in a state of terrible shock. And... curiosity. But I shan't pry if it's not up to your affection.

[tatiawalick]

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[tatiawalick]

I think it's time I started reading Shakespeare again.

[ergjnkrg-deactivated20121223]

I am an Original Werewolf, dear.

[tatiawalick]

What?

The first werewolves? How many are there? How did you come to be?

[tatiawalick]

I think it's time I started reading Shakespeare again.

[ergjnkrg-deactivated20121223]

2012? I told you.

I’m Penelope

[tatiawalick]

Yes. You seem confused.

Forgive my careless wording, I mean to ask what kind of supernatural being you are. You aren't human, and you seem lupine. However... you are quite different from the werewolves I've met.

[xcosmiclovex]

[tatiawalick]

I think it's time I started reading Shakespeare again.

[ergjnkrg-deactivated20121223]

Wait, what year is it now? I’m Penelope.

[tatiawalick]

It's... 2012. You seem so different. Who are you?