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@xtcssa
leave a "♪" in my ask box,
and i’ll put my ipod on shuffle and tell you our life soundtrack.
opening credits: waking up: first day at school: falling in love: sight song: breaking up: life’s ok: getting back together: wedding: birth of child: final battle: death scene: funeral song: end credits:
@xtcssa @themusicmcn
when she cracked the door open, she still had the chain on it just barely poking her head out to see who it was. amara rarely left the house except for at night when the streets of new orleans were calmer otherwise she’d freak out and run away. she stared at her visitor for a moment, debating on whether or not to undo the chain and welcome them in. “i don’t want to go anywhere today.”
“i suppose it’s a good thing this doesn’t require you to leave.” qetsiyah said softly, looking at her former hand maiden. “i heard you were back and i had to check for myself...”
bravewxlf
She merely shrugged her shoulders, a weak smile on her lips. “I’ve never been known for my optimism.”
“Can’t entirely blame you, in a place like this there isn’t much to be optimistic about.”
a second chance in life was something tom would have begged for but it sounded like wishful thinking. facing the facts was easier said than done. he wanted to be happy but he was conflicted. “there’s gotta be a catch to this, right?”
after a particularly trying day, the last thing qetsiyah needed to see was a familiar face. specifically the face of the man who had ruined her life, still, the way he spoke, the way he held himself, he wasn’t silas, she knew that, but it didn’t make it any easier. “... there’s always a catch.”
“For some reason, I have a rather bad feeling about today.” The wolf mused, humming slightly as she spoke. The feeling was somewhat inevitable in a town filled with chaos and the likelihood of trauma.
“That’s a pessimistic way to look at a day that just started.” Qetsiyah mused, as if she had never been pessimistic one day in her life.
immortalsilas
“fine!! believe what you want qetisyah. you always do.”
“because i’m always right...”
immortalsilas
“i guess that explains why i could never fall in love with you.” silas added.
“that wasn’t why.” qetisyah swiftly corrected, glancing at the immortal. “you couldn’t love me because i wasn’t amara. no need to place blame elsewhere.”
immortalsilas
“the only problem that i ever had was you, qetsiyah. you were the only thing standing in my way;; and now that you’re not. i can finally get what i’ve always dreamed of having. a women who is actually capable of making me happy.” silas smiled.
“you never had to court me. if you wanted to slum it with the hand maiden you certainly could have done so from the very beginning, i wouldn’t have stopped you.” she replied, her hands clenching just slightly at the accusation. “i never really cared much for your happiness, only my own.”
immortalsilas
“oh, you and i both know that amara is more then just some hand-maiden.” silas teased.
“you’re right, she’s your trophy wife... hand maiden... bride..” qetisyah said with a shrug. “your love, your problem.”
immortalsilas
“i ruined your life. well, that’s funny because i remember it being the other way around. honestly, you had the whole ‘women scorn’ played well. making amara the ANCHOR;; and putting me in a box PRISON with the choice to either DIE or LIVE f o r e v e r in a coffin.” he shook his head in disagreement. “and all because i found someone better then you –but, hey, how about we don’t play the victim;; because neither one of us is good at it.” he smiled in amusement. qetsiyah, whether he wanted to b e l i e v e it or not;; was his EQUAL. she was strong, smart, beautiful and most important, POWERFUL. but then again, maybe that’s why they didn’t work. they were too much a-like. silas hands shift into his pockets as he listened to the brunet while she spoke about silas the great and powerful. “flattery will get you nowhere.” he teased;; knowing that she was ONLY doing the same.
“i only returned the silas. and none of that would have been possible without your helping hand. i would have spent an eternity without my magic with someone as pitiful as yourself, it would be completely and utterly tragic.” qetsiyah offered with a smile, the fire in her eyes hardly extinguished by his comments. she couldn’t resist an eye roll however at his last point. “believe me, i wouldn’t waste my breath on a true compliment. and you’re right, neither of us are victims, so you are fully capable of finding the hand maiden on your own.”
immortalsilas
“i am literally one of the most powerful beings on the planet;; so., i wouldn’t test my patients. where is she?” he ordered.
“ you ruined my life, so why the hell would i help you silas?” qetsiyah asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at her ex fiance. “you have nothing to offer, nothing that i want, and i certainly don’t fear you. you have nothing on me, and i’m sure you can find amara all on your own silas the great and powerful.”
immortalsilas
it had been a long time since he had seen qetsiyah;; their past only entwine in feuds and revenge. “if this is your way of threatening me;; you’re way of letting me know that you have amara, and that your plans is to keep us apart, i will make it my personal mission to destroy you.” he said simply;; while he assumed the worst of his ex-fiancée . “so, how about we stop with the foreplay and you tell me where she is.”
“well you could find her with a simple locator spell- oh yeah, immortality makes that a little rough, doesn’t it?” qetsiyah questioned with a smirk quite apparent on her red lips. “relax. dear amara is safe and awaiting your return.” she admitted. “not that you could have done anything about it anyway.”
@xtcssa
“Silas.” the witch said, not an ounce of doubt in her words. “Amara will be so happy to see you.”
3 headcanons for tessa?
She’s 4′11 and ETERNALLY bitter she didn’t hit 5′0
She sleeps in a king size bed with a TON of pillows so she doesn’t feel alone
She just wants to be happy
xtomavery
“Wow, okay. So now you’re insinuating that I’m stupid?” Tom nodded, a sardonic smile was plastered over his features as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked away and rolled his eyes. In a city filled with supernatural beings, it was difficult to be human and feeling underestimated was something he hated. Her argument only fueled his anger and upset him more. All he wanted was for her to be open with him. He thought they were friends and he had even thought that they could be more. The feeling he had for her were stronger than just friendship. “No, you’re the one who doesn’t understand. There aren’t any facts to be understood here. It’s not a technical situation! It’s me wanting you to be honest with me.” he argued back, raising his voice to the point that it echoed through the room. “So if you’re not a good person, how come you pretended to be one? Why?” he questioned, letting his hands fall. He stood his ground after she rose from her seat.
The tears that gathered around his eyes fell down his cheeks as she started to tell him the entire truth behind her. He stood frozen as he looked at her, eyes widened and his mouth a gape. Tom was taken back by her words, he had a mixture of emotions that he had absolutely no idea how to react. He swiped the tears away from his face with his hands. She was the one that had put the curse on Silas, the one who decided his fate and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hate her. Maybe because he met someone else, someone who enjoyed talking about history, liked trying different foods and spoke kind words to him. “Because you can forget everything and prove to yourself that you can be happy. You can but you don’t let yourself.” Tom shook his head as he looked to her, “You know, maybe you’re the one getting in the way of your own happiness by letting your grudge consume you. And in the process, you’re just hurting the people who want to see you happy. Who want you to move on. Who want to love you.”
“I never said that you were stupid Tom.Don’t twist my words.” Qetsiyah said shortly, her mood wavering between anger, and sadness. Perhaps if she had been sober this would have been easier, she could have held herself together, or at least attempted to save face, but any hope of that went out the window. “I’m trying to be honest with you! But when honest, people leave. Or, in your case, they run away. And I didn’t want that to happen. Sorry I don’t carry a broom and wear a pointed hat.” she muttered, flexing her fingers as she tried to calm herself down, a gesture that failed miserably. “I never pretended to be a good person, but I can’t the way you interpreted my personality.” she added, trying to absolve herself of even a bit of guilt before she dropped her bombshell.
His tears caused more pain than she could have ever anticipated, feeling as if she was being crushed as she watched him look at her so brokenly. The truth had to come out some time, now was as appropriate as ever. At least now she had some liquid courage to help her, and he already was afraid of her, she might as well give him a real reason to be. She waited for him to say something, anything to break the silence. She would have broken the silence herself if she could have found the words, but what could she say to him? Sorry wasn’t enough, nothing would ever be enough. He probably hated her now anyway, so what was the point?
“Do you think I want to be miserable? That I want to spend the rest of existence like this?” she asked, tears falling from her own eyes now, unable to hold them back. She couldn’t deny his point, she’d let anger, rejection, and her misery fuel her for centuries, and she couldn’t keep living like that. Sooner or later something had to give, and at the moment, she felt certain that she was about to break. “ My grudge is what had kept me alive, otherwise I would have drowned centuries in anguish centuries ago.” she said while he still spoke, freezing up with those last five words. “ You shouldn’t say that if you don’t mean it.” Qetsiyah said, her voice practically shaking. “Because I do love you Tom Avery, and I don’t think I can bare another false promise or hope of my affections being returned.”
daviinaclaiire
davina relaxed when qetsiyah did not immediately show any signs of wanting to harm her. she wished lucy’s threats on her ancestor’s behalf had not done such a large number on her but it was proving difficult to ignore. “okay.” davina breathed softly, leaning against the wall as she kept her gaze on the witch and the items in front of her. “i kind of am? i’m lucky i have kol he has been helping me, been really patient and made sure i have food and gotten me help to sleep and just sitting with me without pushing me. if i’m getting better it’s thanks to him. he’s actually been cleaning and i think his process makes more of a mess than there was already but, it’s sweet.” the brunette smiled fondly, casting her gaze down towards her feet as a small furrow appeared in her brow, she was fairly certain that wasn’t the quick yes or no reply tessa had been expecting. clearing her throat she looked up at the witch, “what are you working on?”
qetsiyah had to fight back an eye roll as the woman went on about the most irritating of the mikaelsons. as much as she disliked him, she could appreciate the care he was providing davina, almost even admire it. “i’m glad.“ she offered with a small smile, trying to show some support. at the brunette’s question she looked back at the materials in front of her, reminded to the task at hand. “a wedding gift for lucy. it’s nothing i haven’t done before but it’s..complicated.”
