blood and crushed veneer

come on skinny love, just last the year pour a little s a l t we were never here

[thefrench-stefsal-blog]

Stefan wasn’t one to go to these type of events, but once again he went for the love of a woman. The theme of the party brought a lot of flashback to when he was human and made him a little upset. He missed being a human and everyday wished he good go back to that life. He walked up towards the house and sighed stopping before entering the house. He wasn’t completely sure if he wanted to be surrounded by people who dressed the way they used to. The memories of being a child and a young adult flooded his brain. He was so in his thought he wasn’t paying attention to how in the way he really was.

[xlsie-blog]

      Oh dear, leave it to Elsie to blatantly walk into someone. Between sorting through sheet music and juggling her other possessions, not much of her attention was directed to what (or who) was in front of her. The collision was a rather solid one, the full force of Stefan’s back greeting Elsie’s small form solidly enough to knock the wind out of her, which until that point she had not realized she had been holding it all in. She was glad the run-in didn’t result in her cascading to the ground, but such a feat came at the cost of her losing random pages of work. A look of terror crossed her pale facade as she gasped and quickly attempted to pick everything back up, worry already setting in about how she was to re-organize the mess of paper and begin playing on time.

[crescenthenrik-deactivated20160]

There were so many people attending the party that Henrik wasn’t at all surprised when someone finally bumped into him. He was simply thankful that he wasn’t carrying any sort of drink–it would’ve been hell to get out of his ivory attire. He turned around and smiled softly at the young woman that had grabbed onto him to steady herself. “No, please. You’re completely fine. I am so out-of-place at this thing anyway that I really would be better off just staying against a wall somewhere.” he said with a soft laugh.

“Are you enjoying yourself here? What is your name?” he asked her kindly as he made sure she was okay and steady on her own two feet. “Oh, wait. You’re the piano player. I heard your music. It was beautiful.”

[xlsie-blog]

      What a relief to run into someone so forgiving, dressed in white at that. Had it been Elsie in the other’s position, surely she would have been upset to some degree. Her lips remained thin, a habit that formed in her youth that indicated nervousness. Blue eyes cast downward as she pulled back a hand to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. As she regained her balance, Elsie finally saw herself fit to look up at the man, this time smiling gently. “Thank you for being so kind.” From what she heard of the Mikaelson’s, she was not expecting their guests to be this friendly. Elsie reasoned the stranger to be one of few, for which she was grateful. 

      “Oh, it’s lovely here,” she complimented, her gaze drawing toward the decorations. Elsie couldn’t deny the family had wonderful taste. She felt as though she were in a fairytale. A soft laugh came forth from his realization, Elsie nodding in assertion. “Thank you again, though perhaps it may have been best for me to stay there. Apparently my feet are working against me.”

[xlsie-blog]

      She had been hesitant to accept any form of an invitation from the Mikaelson’s, let alone play at the event for the majority of the evening. She tried so desperately to remain off their radar since arriving to New Orleans, more specifically since the return of the Wolf King who was more of a legend than an actual person until recent years. During the reign of Marcel, little had been said of Niklaus and Elsie preferred it that way. Marcel was difficult enough to cope with for a soft-spoken vampire such as herself. As Niklaus took over and chaos spread, however, Elsie was slowly finding it more arduous to manage her humble means of living. The Mikaelson lived up to the stories she heard of someone with little regard of life, one many considered Death’s greatest asset within the mortal world. His family was no different, she came to learn through experience as events unfolded within the city of New Orleans. Elsie knew only one way to remain an innocent bystander in it all: do not become involved.

      Alas, Elsie was at the party, her wide-eyed stare darting between all other faces in the room as her fingers gently orchestrated tunes from the piano provided. She had yet to meet anyone formally, including the family who requested her talents. Her invitation came in the form of paper as well as a large sum of money, an amount too large for her to turn down. She only expected any further transactions between them to remain on the same level of formality. Her quiet nature left her feeling displaced among the others laughing, mingling, even dancing to the enchanting music she displayed before the masses. Behind her stood a trio of violinists who worked in harmony with the song until she was finished. Deciding it to be best to take a small break, Elsie gave the word to continue on without her as she floated off in search of something to drink. She didn’t expect to run into someone along her way, having been so diligent in her attempt to avoid others. Fate was against her as her feet became entangled in something, a rug perhaps, and she stumbled into someone’s back. Instinct took over as her hands reached out to grab the other by the shoulders to balance herself. Elsie’s face beat red from embarrassment as her throat sought for her voice. “Oh no, I’m so clumsy,” she admitted solemnly. 

[xlsie-blog]

EVENT I; Elsie Lemieux's Attire

[onedropout-with6bucks-tohis-blog]

♛   Normally Dean was a fairly decent singer, albeit voice husky in nature. He could keep on key, and even hold a few high notes, thanks to his weaponry of classic rock stashed away in Baby’s glove box. However, normally the man wouldn’t have a few too many in his system, easily caving to the other’s peer pressure to go on stage and belt a few out. So there he was, hips swaying as he sang along to the song blaring from the speakers. ♛

[xlsie-blog]

      It was very unlike Elsie to take advantage of others, even with her ability to do so through the power of compulsion. Still, as much as she hated it, a vampire needed to eat, and even though she heard of some who lived off animals, her phase of doing such came and went with little success. At the very least, she tried to keep her portions minimal by preying on those she serviced through the hotel and keeping an emergency stock of blood hidden away if guilt got the best of her. Her original plan for the night actually was to break into the supply before she came across the man now singing not far away, his very scent initially drawing her in like a bee to honey. This one smelt different from others, so good she almost lost her composure as her eyes grew dark and senses heightened while he passed along her on the crowded streets. The temptation was too much for Elsie to hold back, and she meekly invited the man for drinks in an attempt to feed. Said drinks being supplied by her seemed enough to bribe him along to join her, and there they were now as the guy belted out another off-key tune.

      Through it all, Elsie remained fixated on him, genuinely interested in the display before her. The guilt was already beginning to gnaw its ugly way into her mind, however, and toward the end of the song Elsie reasoned the man to be inebriated enough to carry on with her plans. As he made his way back to the table, Elsie smiled gently. “You’re a wonderful singer... I was hoping we could step out for a moment though?”

[oliverkanerp-deactivated2016052]

Oliver’s hand lingered for a moment as he held hers, his eyes studying her for a moment before nodding with a smile “It’s a pleasure to meet you Elsie. You have a beautiful name”. Oliver stayed standing and added a strap to his guitar so he could stand along with her as they played. His fingers slipping to tune the guitar, playing one string at a time. “Oh I’ll play just about anything. If you want to take the lead i’ll hop in and add in a lower tone to accompany you”.

[xlsie-blog]

      “Oliver is just as wonderful,” she granted, always better at giving positive feedback than receiving it. Upon pulling her violin and its bow and nestling the precious possession into the crook of her neck, she offered a kind grin before her lithe fingers became situated against the strings. 

      Her other hand held the bow just slightly above the bridge, nodding without further questioning where the pair should go. Slowly, she introduced a soft melody, a variation of a song she had heard on the radio not long ago.

[xlsie-blog]

as I get to replies

[oliverkanerp-deactivated2016052]

As he finished that last few chords and words to the song he took note of the woman standing nearby with a violin. “Thank you, and of course!” he said excitedly. “I have never, and would never turn down getting to play with another musician” Oliver rose from the upside bucket he had been sitting on and extending his hand toward her “Oliver Kane, It’s a pleasure to meet you”.

[xlsie-blog]

      Any form of a compliment did not sit well for Elsie, no matter how she may have deserved it. Now, it was an appropriate time for her to accept the small welcome, but in the instant he called her a musician, her face tinted a small shade of pink. In all the years she had to perfect her abilities, it remained such that Elsie always wished to improve her work further.

      Nonetheless, she pressed on, using her spare hand to shake Oliver’s hand and offer a meek smile, as though he were someone famous and she was merely a fan. “Elsie,” she introduced herself in a soft tone before kneeling down to uncase her instrument. “Is there anything you’d like to play? I do well mingling in with various genres.”

[xlsie-blog]

taking advantage of this baby with 10 minutes left.

[lovedxtooxeasily]

“The amount of dead coming back to life, can’t mean anything good for my family.” Rebekah mused, “We’ve got a lot of enemies and many I’d prefer to stay six feet under without having to redirty my hands with them.”

[xlsie-blog]

      The second blonde blinked curiously at the other, Elsie knowing too well who the woman was. Over the years, the Mikaelsons had been a group of individuals she had learned to best avoid, should she want to keep her peaceful means of living. That didn’t mean blatantly disrespecting them, however, and even if she could have found a way to move on with her day, the topic of conversation was too interesting to pass up. “Like... Zombies?” Elsie implored further, not having heard of anyone specifically coming back from the dead recently. Aside from vampires like herself, which she had learned was a mysterious way of the world by this point in time. Her hands fumbled with the edge of her dress hem in thought, contemplating the possibility of anyone she knew from before she was turned potentially coming back around. This she did not share with the other. “I... Could it be the witches perhaps?”

[miniquinnzel]

The feeling of being caught always brought a sense of adrenaline for the young thief, an almost sly smile appearing as she turned towards [person who caught her], hands up in surrender. Trying to ease the tension a bit, a small chuckle left Marceline, light emerald hues staring. “Nice day we’re havin’, right?”

[xlsie-blog]

      A precious litter of kittens and puppies may as well have been killed in front of her from how shattered Elsie appeared to be, eyes fixated on the object the mystery thief had stolen. Had it been anything else, Elsie may have let it go, yet in the young girl’s hands was one of her most prized possessions, that being an aged violin. She did not respond to the the culprit’s attempt at alleviating the tension between them. Though technically unliving, the musician could feel the strings to her heart pang painfully in her chest. She took a sharp intake of breath to keep from crying on the spot, instead taking a hard swallow and attempting to take the situation on.

      “I would like if you could hand that back to me...” her voice faltered toward the end despite Elsie trying to appear strong and composed. “It’s.. rather dear to me.” Finally, she pulled her gaze from the instrument to the other’s face, noting how young she appeared to be. Even still, the chuckle was daunting to the aged vampire. Confrontation was obviously not her strong suit, and even though the thief was clearly in the wrong at the moment, Elsie could not subdue the fact that she still felt guilty for the other’s situation. She knew too well how much that violin could sell for, how not many who were the girl’s age would take something so priceless for the hell of it. As these ideas swarmed her mind, Elsie waited for a reply.

[oliverkanerp-deactivated2016052]

“I’ve been playing for a few years, never tried busking though. Seems popular so I thought i’d give it a go”.

[xlsie-blog]

      She smiled widely at the man played, clearly enlightened by the tunes that poured from his instrument. Her eyes beamed with joy and the hold on her violin tightened. “You play wonderfully. Perhaps I could join? Only to play, of course.”

[bansheeofthepack]

“What is all this commotions? “

[xlsie-blog]

      Stomping feet getting closer and closer to her recital area, only to be followed by a tone of displeasure, caused the blonde to stop her piano playing and heavily blush. It was true, what Elsie had been playing was a bit off from the usual delicate tunes that poured from her instruments. She had been trying to write something new. The woman noted that by the other’s reaction, it may not have been the best of her work.

      “Well... I would have to say my playing,” she mused aloud, the red on her cheeks growing ever darker. “Evidently not the most beautiful of sounds.”

[haisidon-deactivated20170803]

                 Theo took a sip slowly, knowing that his kind couldn’t really feel the effects of the liquor he continuously ordered anyway. The whole town was drenched in power, unlike he could have ever tapped into in Beacon Hills. First order of business was to find a pack. Second order; become KING.

      “I know you don’t know me, YET– but I was really expecting more of a welcome to the Quarter.”

[xlsie-blog]

      Elsie had only been at the bar for the sake of a meeting with a potential client, but after so much time spent waiting with no sign of the other, her mood was slowly dwindling into despair. She felt out of place in her work attire as others sat about casually. She was over dressed for the location, over-done looks and expression making her feel rather ridiculous. With a sigh and pout, Elsie finally looked toward her displayed violin and sheet music before reaching over to collect them up and put them away.

      Her composure was rattled as the stranger who paid no heed to her until now suddenly spoke in her direction. Eyes went wide with fear as her head darted up and she nearly dropped her instrument. Being a vampire had it’s benefits, though, as she was able to nimbly snatch the possession before it became a shattered mess on the floor. She licked her lips as she took in the other’s words, confusion and guilt mingling together. “Oh, ah, welcome to the Quarter...? There are so many who come through here, it becomes difficult to distinguish tourists from locals.”

[justscarsandstories]

[xlsie-blog]

justscarsandstories:

character study.