enigma

val ortiz . 29 . not your baby

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lisette olivera as jess valenzuela   ↳  national treasure : edge of history   ↳  s01e01

[valeria-ortiz]

Valeria gifts her daughter a necklace with magical properties when she was a little girl. Years later, she tells her daughter the story about who originally gave her the necklace—a Frenchman (@jacques-devries) who played piano at the local dive bar in a city called Port Ashborne. He gave it to her when they were traveling the world together. Her daughter had never heard of the man in her life, but she knows he was an important person in her mother’s life. She’s curious to know who he was to her mother, where he had gone, and if he was still alive.​

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Danny Ramirez as Eric and Daniella Pineda as Idalia Tales of the Walking Dead | 1.06

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——- seven devils all around you.

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The Originals 1.12 Dance Back from the Grave

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Daniella Pineda for The Hollywood Reporter (2018)

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[jacques-devries]

DERMOT KENNEDY - “POWER OVER ME (ACOUSTIC)”

Call and I’ll rush out all out of breath now You’ve got that power over me, my my Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes You’ve got that power over me, my my The only one I know, the only one on my mind

[valeria-ortiz]

jacques-devries‌:

“Yes, you can” he countered calmly. Valeria could do anything she wanted to do with her life, she didn’t answer to anyone but herself, after all. He understood there could be some attachment to this place because of her family, objects they had owned, but at the end of they day things were just things, and work was just work, she could get that anywhere. The French thief got up, daring to stand closer to her than he had ever done before. His eyes settled on her before he repeated the words slowly, quietly “Come with me”.

Valeria set her cup of tea down and leaned against the counter, shaking her head at him. “Why would you want me to come with you? You can protect yourself now. I’ve paid you all that you are owed,” she said. Perhaps it was denial that he would want her to travel with him. She’d been alone as she traveled for so long, it seemed strange to gain a companion. Valeria didn’t realize she was holding in her breath when Jacques got so incredibly close to her. She couldn’t help but look directly into his eyes that displayed a quiet sincerity that she’d never seen before. “When?”

[valeria-ortiz]

jacques-devries‌:

Valeria moved aside and he was welcome into her apartment, trying to make order of his thoughts and trying to decide what he should or shouldn’t say before he said goodbye to her. Again. “You know that I must. Forsberg was my protection, without him I’m a target for Maximilien once more” he mentioned as he casually strolled into her kitchen, taking a seat where he sat months ago as Val began to taught him more of his unlocked magic. “And Forsberg’s associates are on the hunt as well. They’re not suspicious of me, not yet, at least. But I don’t intend to stick around long enough for them to start to”. It was best not to mention that one of the Swedish kingpin’s associates was mildly suspicious of him already. But Jacques planned on being long gone before Dobrev could get enough clues to prove the Frenchman had in fact been tied to Forsberg’s death. “I came to say goodbye” he said, looking at the young woman. It would have been smarter of him to stay quiet, to not say anything beyond those words. But looking at Valeria it was impossible for him not to say what he was actually thinking. “But it doesn’t have to be goodbye… You can come with me, chère”.

Valeria opened her mouth to speak, but ultimately settled on giving him a nod. She understood that he had to leave and this time, she was used to him and his mannerisms. Valeria held her tea in her hands, letting it warm them up. She watched him carefully as he continued to speak. At least this time, he was going to say goodbye. All the other times he left, he never said a word and Valeria didn’t expect him to. She would have done the exact same. She nodded at him again and stared at the floor, ready to open the door back up for him to leave. What he said next caught her by surprise. “I...cannot come with you,” she told him. “I have my shop and my business. I can’t leave them.”

[valeria-ortiz]

jacques-devries‌:

@valeria-ortiz

“It’s me, chère” the Frenchman said after knocking on Valeria’s door. His car was parked outside, new license plates on -and another pair to change them along the way for extra security- and a suitcase with the few things of importance than he owed. Everything else he’d been selling over the past few days, discreetly, under the radar to avoid any suspicion to fall on him. With Forsberg mysteriously gone, chaos had ensued within the inner circle of thieves and killers the Swedish kingpin had been associated with. Maribel Salazar and Iain Callaghan had set their sights on old enemies of their dead associate while Xavier Dobrev was suspecting Jacques. He hadn’t straightforwardly said it but the French thief knew it was better not to stick around to find out whether or not Dobrev could prove his suspicions or not. He knocked on the door once more and the witch finally opened up. “Hi. I’m sorry to come at a late hour but- well, I couldn’t come earlier. May I come in?”.

After getting her revenge on Forsberg, Valeria felt at peace, but still unfulfilled as she sat in the middle of her shop. She stared at all the useless things that sat on the shelves. Things had changed drastically for her. She called her mother, telling her she loved her very much, but said nothing else before hanging up. At the end of the night, Valeria closed up her shop. She locked the doors, closed the blinds, and turned the sign at the front. She went upstairs to her apartment to turn in for the night. Valeria was making herself a cup of tea when she heard a knock at the door. She walked over and peered through the peephole and saw a familiar face. She pursed her lips and opened the door slowly. “Monsieur Devries,” she said softly. After a moment, she stepped to the side to let him in. She shut the door behind him and went to her kitchen to get her mug. “You’re leaving again, I assume.”

[valeria-ortiz]

jacques-devries‌:

Forsberg realized a second too late what was happening. Not that he could have done much had he realized it earlier, but still. A man of his wit, his cruelty, could have done something to possibly kill Jacques before the Frenchman delivered him to Valeria. But no. It was too late. The Swedish kingpin was pinned to the car by the witch’s magic in no time and as the young woman recounted the events of her family’s murders, Jacques knew there was no way Alexander Forsberg would walk away from this. He’d known it from the start, but there was a true air of finality to it all as Val spoke of the gruesome events that effectively marked her forever.

Jacques stood still after he positioned himself to the side, an accidental vantage point where he could see the steely determination on Valeria’s eyes and an unreadable expression on Forsberg’s face. He heard the sound of flapping wings above and the cawing of the birds. He knew what would happen next because Val had done this to him before… but this time she wouldn’t stop the bird from eating away at Forsberg’s flesh and she certainly wouldn’t employ any magic to heal him afterwards as she’d done with him. This would be final.

The Frenchman wasn’t sure there would be any final words from Forsberg and for a while his silence extended, making him think he would embrace death like that. He was wrong. The Swedish kingpin cursed under his breath -possibly not only at her but also at Jacques- and kept staring ahead at the witch. His dying words weren’t of regret, of guilt, of shame. He made his peace with death by cursing his killer and the man that delivered him to her.

"I want you to beg for mercy,” Valeria said as Forsberg began to curse them both. She didn’t even look at Jacques to see what his expression could have been. She hardly remembered he was there in that moment. It was only her confronting Forsberg. Only her getting her vengeance for her sister and grandmother. The birds swarmed above and came down in a dive, with two targeting Forsberg’s eyes. He screamed in pain as the birds pecked out his eyes and blood ran down his face like red waterfalls. 

Valeria pulled out a knife, and then slashed at Forsberg’s torso, right about where his liver should be. She remembered the myth of Prometheus and how an eagle would come to devour his liver every night. Birds continued to flock around Forsberg and started to eat him alive. Valeria knelt down as he lie on the ground and she held a knife to his throat. “Beg for mercy,” Valeria told him as a large eagle flew down, landing next to them. It didn’t matter if the man did or didn’t beg for mercy. He would surely die anyways. Valeria would be sure of it and she would feel no regret.