witch bitch

"you can't live in the past, especially when the present looks like me."

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elderarmstrong:

    “I’m trying.” It probably wasn’t the response she expected, because it sure as hell wasn’t the answer he’d wanted to roll of his swollen lips. His grip around her waist tightened slightly at the mention of her finding someone new, even if he knew she wouldn’t dare. “Not a chance,” he hummed, his lips hovering over hers briefly. There wasn’t another person in the world who would be able to treat her body the way he could, it was just the emotional part he’d have to work on. Her order of silence was something he could follow with ease, his lips falling against hers desperately once more. He wanted to give her a reason to want him, and remind her that no one else would ever be able to provide her the things she wanted the same way he did.

“Not hard enough,” she muttered, unable to let him have the last word no matter how hard she was being in the process of winning the argument. She couldn’t help the smirk on her lips when she felt his grip tighten on her waist, always enjoying it when he showed signs of possessiveness. As messed up as it was, it was just about the way she had of knowing he cared. “We’ll see, I’m hard to please.” She would never feel the way she felt about him again, she knew that. This kind of love was rare, that’s why it was so hard to let go of it—no matter how toxic. Her arms moved to the front of his shirt, sneaking under the fabric and lifting it slightly.

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petrovareigns:

“Good. Who’d want to? I honestly don’t see the fascination those boys of mine have with little miss.” Katherine also took a shot glass, downing it quickly before shooting back another. “Everyone wants more power, we just have to find a way to get it.” Katherine shrugged, her dream of being the most powerful being around still running wild through her veins. She held her shot glass up high with a smile, appreciating the bond she’d made with the witch in front of her. “And to bringing a little chaos to town.”

“Must be really amazing in the sack,” Faye offered with a shrug, pausing a second later and bursting into laughter. “Nah, there’s no way. Boys are just suckers for nice girls, can’t explain it. Honestly, I don’t get why anyone would go for her when they could go for you. You have the looks and the personality.” What Katherine said was a given and the witch, especially, related to it. “I’ve been trying to get some for years and my circle’s all but burnt me at the stake. Several times.” Chaos was something Faye knew well, she’d have no problem thinking of something fun to do with Katherine. “Hear, hear,” she said with a smirk, bringing the glass to her lips and downing it.

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thenameismarcel:

“Looks like you’re in luck, just enough room for two.“ Marcel looked to the bike, noting the extended seat and gave the brunette a grin. “Now why would I kill the only one who seems to know how to have a good time around here? Need to stay on your good graces.” He spoke in a teasing voice despite it being rather true, Marcel could still have fun without her, but he much enjoyed having someone at his side. “Indeed I am, it’s quite different then these parts, I assure you.” He stepped over to the bike and ran a hand along the seat and tugged the helmet off the handle.This town was too trusting that no one would screw with their belongings. Marcel looked over at Faye as he straddled the bike and started it up, holding out the helmet. “Hop on, gorgeous. Enjoyment awaits.”

“Actually, I think you’re the lucky one,” Faye corrected, walking closer to the bike and running her finger along the leather. “You would definitely regret after spending a few more weeks in this town and come to realize you got rid of the main source of entertainment.” It occurred to her that someone like him, who didn’t appear completely boring, leaving New Orleans for a town like Mystic Falls was a bit odd, but she chose to ignore it for now. He had come up with the best plan she’d heard in weeks, she wasn’t about to risk that by getting personal. “I can imagine. Good luck adjusting to this place, life here probably isn’t as fast-paced as what you’re used to.” The brunette frowned slightly at the sight of the helmet, grabbing it and throwing it aside without a second thought. “No way, I don’t do helmet hair.” Following his lead, she hopped on the bike and slid her arms around his waist. “Whenever you’re ready,” she told him, leaning in closer to his ear.

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sunshine-forbes:

Caroline rolled her eyes, she was good at being annoyingly emotional and knew it as well. “Well for the average person, sure, but we both know Jake doesn’t care what he says. He’s only careful about what he says when he cares and like most people, you don’t pock a bruise because it’ll hurt.“

“Well, he can’t very well act surprised when I’m not super into rekindling whatever it is we had. He expects me to just forget about what happened and I can’t do that-not without him at least showing he cares a little.”

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thenameismarcel:

“Now you’re speaking my language, how do I get in on stirring up this trouble?” Faye was sounding just like his kind of girl and he was thinking his time in Mystic Falls was just starting to look up. “Well the night is still young and I was just about to borrow this bike-” Marcel quickly planned out what he would be doing tonight in his mind when he saw someone’s motorcycle nearby along the sidewalk. “If you’re so desperate for a thrill, could be fun? I heard there’s a college nearby, nothing like crashing a good party.” Though a trip with a semi-potentially(very)-dangerous-stranger might be just outside her realms of comfort. “You’d enjoy New Orleans, nothing but bars, shops and not a single dull night.”

“You find the right people and try to stay in their good graces,” she told him with a smirk, referring to herself and a few choice others. There were very few people in town that knew how to have fun without being total psychopaths. “Borrow, huh? Sounds exactly like my kind of trouble. You have room for one more then?” She asked him, glancing at the motorcycle with a grin. Getting drunk in crappy bars and messing with unsuspecting humans was one thing, but this actually sounded like quite the adrenaline rush. “There is, actually, and I’ve heard that their parties are slightly less lame than the ones thrown around here... I’m not 100% convinced you’re not a serial killer, but I can’t resist the bike and the promise of a party. Count me in.” New Orleans sounded great, much like every big city in the world. She wasn’t a small town girl, it seemed. “I take it you’re from there?”

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elderarmstrong:

     “I’ll stick to the details that matter.” He blew off things she labeled important, but it wasn’t something he did on purpose. He’d never had a role model relationship, and clearly neither had she. They were both toxic, especially when paired, but her touch was addictive, and her being in his arms once more meant everything. “Admit it, Chamberlain  –  I’m irreplaceable.” Hands pulled her closer once more, his lips falling against Faye’s in an attempt to prove it wasn’t a means to an end, and it never would be.

“You’ll stick to the details that don’t inconvenience you,” she corrected with a scoff. The same could be said for her, honestly. They both didn’t want the same thing and that was one of the reason why they always ended up falling apart. “Don’t think I can find another pretty boy who won’t treat me right?” She probably could, but the truth was that she didn’t want to. It was more than her just wanting something she couldn’t have at this point. “Shut up,” she answered, her fingers raking down his back harshly. She made no attempt at pushing him away this time, moving closer to the point where there wasn’t an inch separating their bodies.

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ms-jenna-sommers:

“I am eight years older than you - that is not old dammit” She laughed with a small roll of her eyes “Chamberlain you are crazy. Not bat-shit crazy but the crazy kind of interesting.I like your spunk. Charging up mama’s card now you’re talking have you seen those Ralph & Russo heels? You could buy a house with as much as they cost. I would say get those but your mother might kill me for suggesting that and I enjoy my throat right where it is inside my body not out of it.”

“Sounds like something an old person would tell themselves,” Faye said in a singsong voice. “So I’ve been told. Crazy runs in the family. I can’t wear a house, Sommers. I know my mom can seem sort of scary, but I know how to deal with her. She has a hard time denying me anything.”

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petrovareigns:

“That’s because what’s mine is always better than hers.” Katherine flicked her curls over her shoulder before making her way up to the bar, dancing her fingers along the shoulder of a man who was already seated. She let her eyes do their thing, pulling him into completing her every will. “Tonight, you and your friends are going to buy me and my friend drinks all night long. In fact, you’re going to buy us whatever we want.” She watched him for a moment, making sure he wasn’t a vervain filled waste of compulsion before the man nodded, ordering them a round of shots. Katherine smiled before looking over to Faye. “Simple.”

“Hey, you won’t hear me arguing with you on that one. I’m here with you and let me assure you I would never do this with Gilbert,” Faye said with a scoff, following the brunette to the bar and watching her in action. The compelling thing was fascinating to the witch, who would’ve done practically anything to be able to get people to bend to her will. It was basically unlimited power and that was incredibly appealing to her. “That was fucking awesome. Do you know what I’d do to be able to compel people? Don’t get me wrong, being a witch is a blast, but I have yet to find a spell that turn people into living putty.” She grabbed one of the shot glass the bartender brought them, lifting it up in Katherine’s direction. “Here’s to being the fun twins.”

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petrovareigns:

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She eyed the witch in front of her before allowing a smirk to spread across her features. “Cause I’m thinking shots. None of which we’ll pay for.”

“This is why I like you, Katherine. You put to good use all the goodies Elena never takes advantage of,” Faye said with a smirk that mirrored the other girl’s. “Please, that goes without saying. After you.”

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petrovareigns:

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Whoever you got your information from is a fuckwit.”

“Newsflash, this town is filled with fuckwits. Alright, so this place might not actually be crawling with hot men, but they do have booze. That sort of makes up for it, right?”

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humblehuntress:

“That must have been interesting….” Allison trailed off before asking, “Anything new and exciting with you?”

“More like miserable,” she said bitterly. “Not really, just the usual stuff. Bored out of my mind and always looking to cause a little trouble. You?”

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thenameismarcel:

“Simple and easy are just not what life is about. What’s life without some danger and risk?” He enjoyed the thrill of danger and risk a bit too much some might say, but he also knew he had more than just an average life. “Beauty and adventure, sounds like you know to have a good time. So in a small town like this what’s there to do to keep the fun alive?” So far he hadn’t been offered many promising adventures. “Pleasure, Faye, I’m Marcel. Sorry to hear your luck couldn’t save those boots of yours.”

“My thoughts exactly. Nothing like a little recklessness to make this town a little less dreary, even if I sometimes have to make the danger happen,” she said with a grin, tilting her head to the side slightly. “Cute and charming, that’s a dangerous combo. I find that messing with people really livens things up. I’ve been getting a little desperate, though, hence me going out in the worst storm this town has seen in years.” She couldn’t exactly tell him she was a witch and that most of her fun came from that. “Don’t apologize, it just gives me an excuse to go shopping.”

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sunshine-forbes:

“That’s why I always liked you.” Caroline joked, knowing that while Faye and Jake might be messy and confusing, she didn’t hold any bias to who she could get along with. Jake was her best friend, but Faye was still nice too. “Sounds about right. He doesn’t really bring you up, that’s how I know it bothers him, not being with you.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t be gross,” Faye muttered, never one to get very sentimental. “Let me get this straight, him never mentioning me means he cares then? Because normally that just means they don’t give a shit.”

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ms-jenna-sommers:

“Oh no - no you did not - you did not just call me old Faye. I was being sincere but no one has time for the mean girl routine. Seriously though nothing better to get rid of the pain of ruined shoes than a new pair. Retail Therapy ”

“Isn’t that kind of what you are, though?” Faye asked with roll of her eyes. “God, I forget you’re related to Elena Gilbert. The mean girl routine is so fun, though. I was already planning to go crazy with my mother’s credit card, don’t worry.”

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elderarmstrong:

   “No need to get into the specifics.” She could say what she wanted, but it wouldn’t change the confusion and difficulty of their relationship, or whatever in the hell was brewing between them once more. “Worked well enough this time,” he smirked, thumb brushing against her bottom lip. They were complicated, but it just so happened that they both liked it that way, whether Faye wanted to believe it or not. Forehead rested easily on the shorter female’s, her warm breath heavy on his swollen lips.

“You say that like the difference is a tiny little blimp of a detail,” she said with narrowed eyes, dropping it for now regardless of her annoyance. It’d most likely come up again before the end of the day, they had a way of always finding their way right back to arguing, but she figured she’d at least try to enjoy the moment. “Only because I haven’t been kissed in way too long. It was merely a means to an end,” she said nonchalantly, her lips still hovering close to his. 

[minkova]

C U T E ,  B U T    P S Y C H O ,  B U T   C U T E .

“Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.                  Some girls are made of sarcasm, wine and everything fine.”

A Faye Chamberlain and Katherine Pierce Character Aesthetic – @witchyfxtale​

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elderarmstrong:

    “You’d make one hell of a prize.” Whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was sort of a game, at least for the time being. She’d push and pull, and he’d do the same. Was he ready to commit? Could he commit? A single hand moved up to cup her face, thumb grazing her tanned skin lightly. He couldn’t promise her much, but he could try to promise her something. No words were spoken as body caved into hers, lips falling heavily onto Faye’s. She could walk away as many times as she wanted, but he knew she’d always come back, just like she knew he would too.

“I’m not a prize, Armstrong, I’m a goddamn person,” she replied with a groan, even though she kind of liked the idea of him thinking of her as some kind of reward. Sure as hell beat him not thinking of her at all. Her hand gripped the back of his neck when he closed whatever space was left between them, returning his kids with just as much force. If there was one thing the both of them were good at, it was passion. Running her fingers through his hair, she grabbed a handful and pulled him away softly. She couldn’t help the grin on her face as she glanced down at his lips. “You know that won’t shut me up every time, right?”