Iknowthvnd - Always An Angel, Never A God

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆ @inaducursehqstarters muse ⊹₊ ⋆ eleanor hildegard location ⊹₊ ⋆ the french quarter plots ⊹₊ ⋆ utp

everything was fuzzy. yet at the same time so vibrant, the whole thing gave her a headache, one she couldn't seem to shake. ever since crawling out of the grave, there were only two things on eleanor's mind, water and her fiancee. placing unruly hair behind her ears, she walked toward the french quarter in search for both. the thing was, she had no money on her. so to get any answers, the anxiously meek woman looked around for someone kind enough to notice she was in distress.

"excuse me, could uhh..." she trailed off unable to get the attention of another, sulking her shoulders forward. ellie's brain felt as if it heavy, as the bright lights strained her already blurry vision.

eleanor never actually made it into the ball, her nerves not allowing her to go any further than the steps, but with the events that unfolded she was now thankful. once seeing everyone else run, she decided to follow. there was one place she knew to go, the magic shop that she often visited before her death, a place she hadn't been in years. yet she knew the way and stumbled in, with messy hair and labored breaths. "yeah, i saw that but hunters they attacked the ball and everyone was running and i used to come here all the time so i thought it would be safe." the woman was rambling, a nervous tick some may say, but she had grown to just consider it part of her personality. "i'm sorry, really, i just need a moment."

fear swirled in her mind, wondering if everyone was safe that she cared for. then she began to curse herself for being such a coward and running away. tears filled her eyes and she allowed her shoulders to slouch forward in sadness.

open start ♔ @inaducursehqstarter location ♔ enchanted emporium bonnie's shop during 6/20 plot drop

something  was  wrong.  she  could  feel  it  in  the  very  air,  an  oppressive  heaviness  that  seemed  to  cling  to  her  skin ┈┈   weaving  through  the  magic  that  enveloped  them  all.     there  had  been  a  time  when  she  longed  for  simplicity ┈┈   when  lifting  feathers ┈┈   lighting  candles,  and  coaxing  plants  to  grow  were  the  pinnacles  of  her  magical  prowess.  she  reminisced  about  her  travels,  the  joy  of  discovery,  and  seeing  the  world  alongside  the  man  she  loved.  but  now,  especially  recently,  a  restlessness  churned  within  her  soul ┈┈   a  silent  call  from  the  spirits  that  echoed  in  her  bones.  they  sought  a  bennett  witch  ┈┈   and  she  felt  the  pull  keenly.  was  it  foolish  to  want  to  answer?

with  a  flick  of  her  wrist  ┈┈   one  of  the  tomes  flew  off  the  shelf  of  her  quaint  shop  on  to  the  counter  before  her,  its  pages  fluttering  open  under  her  magical  command.  her  eyes  narrowed  as  the  door  creaked  open  ┈┈   an  unwelcome  intrusion  into  her  sanctuary.  "pretty  sure  that  sign  says  we're  closed,"  she  called  out,  her  voice  laced  with  warning.  her  magic  ignited  at  her  fingertips  ┈┈    shimmering  with  a  readiness  to  be  unleashed.

@chamxmuse

GILMORE GIRLS REWATCH ↳ “Say Goodnight, Gracie” (3x20)

"of course, your dad and i are willing to help you with whatever you need. what you are is still new to both of us, being a mix of demon and werewolf, it means that you have abilities we both do." finishing her drink, gabbi let out a soft sigh. not happy that kaya had threatened raymis, he most likely would retaliate, but she also knew that he was able to press too far. make you say and feel things that weren't exactly what you meant, anything for him to stop. "no he didn't like that, but don't worry i will speak with him. we haven't talked in a really long time and i was hoping to never see the man again. but life can't be that sweet i guess."

twirling on the bar stool, they eyed the dance floor and watched as others began to enjoy the night. "have you tried any of the fancy food? i had a few salmon puffs and maybe one day i can perfect that recipe." she decided to make jokes, enjoy the night for what it was. there was no way she'd be making salmon puffs, the family was normally eating crawfish boils and other new orleans favorites. it wasn't fancy but it was enough.

Kaya listened to her mother talk with sympathy and understanding. She knew that both of her parents had been through the ringer. That was part of the reason why she didn't like to trouble them so much with the goings-on of her own life. She never wanted to be a burden or cause them too much stress.

"I'd never felt anything like that before. I honestly think this is the first time I've used my like, demon powers, or whatever. Maybe after the masquerade, you could teach me more about all this stuff. And Dad, too. I don't really know what's going on with me lately, Mom." She took a small sip of her drink, already feeling the effect of the shots coming on. "No, no. That was it, just tried to scare me. I did also threaten him, and I don't think he liked that so much."

gabriela looked up at him with big doe-like eyes after he pulled back, her lips still pouting from the kiss. every time he came back from these trips, the two would wind up in the same position, waking up tangled in sheets, while one of them as the big spoon. she'd welcome it every time, never once complaining. when tyler closed the spaced between them a chill ran up her spine, placing her palms on the counter behind them, she lifted her body up and sat on the edge of the cool tile, the icy feeling against her warm skin made her gasp softly. gabi's legs wrapped around his waist, making sure there was no space between them, as she tilted her head with a devious grin. leaning forward, she got close to his ear and whispered. "i miss the way you feel against me." biting her lip, she then kissed his earlobe softly, before pulling back to look him in the eyes.

"you did tell me everything by the way, so since i always keep my promises." their hands gripped the bottom of an already small shirt before slowly lifting it above their head, throwing it swiftly to the side, to reveal a sheer bra underneath. "i guess you could say, i was prepared." tyler would find out soon that her underwear matched.

she told him that he didn't have to thank her , but honestly he believed that she had deserved so much more . she deserved everything , she had deserved all of him and he knew that he would do anything for her , including die . after gabriela spoke all the lockwolf could do was smile softly as he felt her thumbs rub across his cheek . " me too " he confessed after she spoke about being happy that he was home .

he was lost in her gaze , she had the ability to make him feel like he was the only man in the world . her kind words were empowering as she kissed his lips softly . tyler hands moved to hold her face . " i know i'm not supposed to thank you but thank you . " he spoke before he kissed her back softly . " for being a wonder mother . . " he hummed against her lip . " and this is for being a damn good wife . " he kissed her deeply . his lips pressed into her sweet ones finding them to be addictive . all these years his fire still burned for her . still yearning for her touch , her kiss , and her love . " god i want you . " he confessed against her lips as he moved his body closer to her leaving no space .

losing lizzie in the merge affected the whole family, caroline and klaus managed to react in a more loving way. most likely to show a good example for the rest of them. for josie and hope it seemed as if they'd lost a part of their soul. it was a feeling that really no one could relate too, even when they tried their hardest. maybe that was what pushed the two into such dangerous territory. what would you do to get your soul back? to get the piece of you that brought you happiness and joy? well you'd do anything and that's exactly what hope and josie did.

of course it ended badly, dark magic and grief don't mix well together, never have. it went on for months, almost a year, until josie called it quits. actually, she packed her things and didn't leave a note, knowing that there were no words to explain the way she felt. but that blurry moment in her life had passed and once it did she realized that it was just her. then nikolas lost his fiancee and the siphoner went to work doing what she does best, taking on others problems so that she wouldn't need to face her own.

hope's voice pulled josie out of her anxious thoughts, the way she sounded made the woman want to fall to the floor and beg for forgiveness. she wanted to say sorry while she sobbed, but it didn't happen, because that wasn't how the siphoner handled things. what she was able to do, was pull the other into a tight hug, while a sorrowful sigh left her shaky frame. "of course i wanted to see you, i wanted to see you the moment i ran away that night, but i couldn't do it..." trailing off, she pulled back, hands gripping hope's shoulders as if she'd blow away. "i'm so bad at this hope, but i'm sorry and i really wish i had handled us better."

"do you think you can forgive me?"

HOME THE VERY PLACE, hope both had run from and ran in simultaneous fashion, because home was family, it was security, childhood, NOTHING BAD ever happened there, the clear picture of a string of memories of three little girls ⸺ ever different, but the same too: like the sun, moon and stars, together they balanced each other out and the sound of endless afternoons filled with laughter, the one too many times that both she and josie had burst out laughing as lizzie made them join her for ' high tea ' being away had been solace, it had been calm, and avoidance all at the same time. grief, was a strange friend because that's what the emotion had become a constant companion that held on to the tribid like no other emotion she had KNOWN. that longing for the past and that shame of having done everything but keep the promise she'd made. failure loomed over hope mikaelson, ocean colored eyes avoided the door to ' her ' room, how would she have LOVED to hear her behind that door, she'd do anything to hear her lizzie mock her favorite pair of combat boots again, anything. perhaps that's what explained why she'd recruited josie on a ' dark magic ' around the world extravaganza, both girls had begun to tamper with elements neither of them could hope to wield much less control, and perhaps that's why they failed. because if the power of ' wishing ' worked, then lizzie would be BACK. they would have been able to mend that hole left in their family, change the sadness in caroline and her father's eyes. it had sounded so promising at first and now as the auburn headed girl laid on her childhood bed, tear filed blue eyes, she couldn't help but wonder who it was all for, and then came the knock ⸺ that instinct to pretend to be asleep, current events could wait, just ONE night... hope needed one moment where she could lament losing one of her sisters and then she heard it. " jo... " she whispered, dashing off her bed with impressive speed, she reached for the lock, and paused pulling her hand back from the doorknob for a second, before she turned it. " i'm here... " her voice was powerless, as eyes drifted downward. " i'm... " no she wasn't okay, but she didn't know how to talk about it, she hadn't for years. " i.. was going to... " another sharp pause. " i didn't think you'd WANT to see me. " respecting her space, that's what she'd tell herself it was, maybe if she said enough times she'd believe it and it would help her avoid facing the truth.

"first of all, gross didn't need to know that..." josie quipped at her brother before tilting her head, a smirk covering her lips before letting out a giggle. "second of all, i am your sister and you should be nicer to me." there were only a few people who understood the loss that she went through, something she hated to see him experience. the two of them often found comfort in each others grief, spending late nights watching movies and cooking dinners when the giant house was empty. "i don't need anything by the way, just wanted to see what you what your plans were for the night. maybe we could watch some horror movies?"

since the merge, the siphoner spent time either at work or with family. not being able to put energy into any thing else. nikolas never harped on that when with her and so she began to spend a lot of time with him.

↷ open ╳ f/m/nb ↷ muse playing ╳ nikolas mikaelson ↷ location ╳ french quarter ( klaus & caroline's home ) ↷ plots ╳ utp

" mom and dad are probably off having a rendezvous ; what do you need ? " nikolas asked as he placed a few dishes into the dishwasher . nikolas didn't live with his parents but going to his home wasn't an option for him . not after what happened to his fiance . nevertheless , he placed the glass pieces in the dishwasher one by one . nikolas was much like his father , in some ways he could be careless, short-tempered , manipulative and unreasonable, but he had his father's good traits too . he could be loving and kind . and like his mother he could be extremely loyal . but on other days like his mother he would stress clean when he was trying to avoid something.

a genuine smile grew on her face, as she move closer to felicity. allowing the comfort of the others presence to wash over her anxious body. "thanks, i feel so touchy with everyone. like when i'm with someone i know and trust, it's easier for me to breath." eleanor hated feeling this dependent on others, her whole life she was good at being alone, but it had been weeks since she had been able to be by herself. looking over at the sketchbook, she tilted her head and smiled. "i wish i knew what i needed, i'm just nervous all the time and every day there are these new memories that come back and it hurts cause how could i forget them?" no one wrote a book on how to handle coming back from the dead. "also not really sure how to tell a therapist about all this."

Felicity nodded, her focus still on her sketchbook as she listened intently. A warm smile graced her lips as she glanced up at the other girl. "It's okay. Is there anything you need?" she inquired, closing her book with care and turning her full attention to her companion. "You can come in if you want. I don't bite," she assured, her tone friendly and welcoming. Felicity was making an effort to be hospitable and approachable, hoping to put the other girl at ease with her offer of openness and friendliness.

of course she rolled her eyes at him, because no matter how many years the two had been together, elijah still expected her to run when danger was close. that wasn't the hybrids nature, well not anymore, hayley refused to run after giving birth to hope. knowing that to make her past right, she would have to push on through and set a good example. as the years passed, it became part of her personality, being the one who stood her ground in the face of adversity. she would do it proudly, even now.

something was inside of her husband, using him like a puppet to cause destruction, but why? as elijah spoke, it sent a shiver down her spine because it wasn't his voice. it wasn't the tone of anyone she'd heard before. furrowing her brows was her only response before being thrown into a brick building, her back slamming into the hard wall. taking a deep breath was all that could be done, because soon whatever this thing was, stood above her. "oh i'm sure you'll make me suffer, isn't that your types whole deal? make others suffer instead of looking inward?" her tone was filled with sass, unable to hold it back from how much anger that sparked in her chest. allowing her face to soften, she looked into his eyes, speaking to him and not whoever was inside of him. "you are stronger than this, elijah. i know you are."

Elijah wanted nothing more than to rip his own heart out, desiccate himself. Anything to prevent what was happening. But when she spoke, his heart rate ramped up so much higher. His fear spiked. He knew she was in danger, but he didn’t know what this was. He didn’t know how to control it. He only knew he had fleeting moments. Letting go of the innocent, the mere struggle it took to meet her eyes nearly gave everything over to whatever was lingering in his body. “Hayley…” his voice is dangerous, because it’s a plea. Begging her to take off running without saying the words.

But instantaneously his shoulders relax and eyes are burning with a brightness that is nowhere near the steady soft brown of Elijah’s. The free hand snaps to her while the other settles for her throat. “Kò sa a se pou mwen kounye a. And you…. You can’t save him.” The hand at her throat lifts her so easily, a hand that had just only the night before touched her with such assured gentile. “How does it feel… to know this body, these memories will all be erased? I like this body. It’s strong.” The voice doesn’t match the face, the hiss, the accent heavy in creole twang. “And if you try to remove me… I’ll destroy it.” With that Hayley is launched clear across the street into the building made of brick, but the being inhabiting Elijah is right back on top of her. “Shall I spare you the pain of watching? Or make you suffer? Decisions, decisions….”

gabriela had little answers for the many problems that loomed above the people she loved. yet, she was going to do everything in her power to keep them safe. so when josh and aiden asked for the demon to check on blossom, they jumped at the task. before she could even knock on the door the other was aware of gabi's presence. placing their hands in the air, they surrendered before walking closer. "i am also here to ease my own mind thank you very much." shrugging, she placed her nervous hands in her jean pockets and gave a tight lipped smile. "it's not easy finding out this type of thing and well if you need to talk to anyone, i'm here."

@iknowthvnd muses: blossom &. gabi location: outside the rosza house

"did they ask you to check how i was?" blossom asked, eyes not moving from her sketchpad. she could sense who it was and there was a slight ease spreading through blossoms body. "because if they did, i'm fine. i told them that and i can tell you too." eyes looking briefly up at her. she should be grateful to know she was a banshee, that all her nightmares, the drawing of what now made sense, death scenes were apart of her but yet, it felt more isolating than before. "plus you don't have to do what my dads say. they really aren't scary at all, especially when there's a spider around.."