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@defiesfate    ,  what did you say?  you dance?  finally!  i knew you were playing, torres.  third time really is the charm, huh. 

(  …  )    even  in  the  crack  era  i  always  tried  too  hard

@salviathea / slayed too hard 

/    the salvawhore era …

@FORSAKENLY  ,   ohh, right. that’s why it looks so incredibly unappealing.   please, by all means, continue impressing the glass.

/     < 3

/    lalala

/ hits you

“to be honest with you, mystic falls has lost its flare for me. maybe i’ve befriended too many locals to harm by now, but regardless, new york is looking rather attractive to me. the city of lights hasn’t been hit by a vampire rampage in a long time.” her lips are graced by a grin, her brows rising and hands squeezing his, “what do you say? should we owe the rave a visit?”

@salviathea   he wrapped his arms around stella in a gentle embrace. he can’t help it —peaceful and angelic; she’s got that mystique down to art — and he chuckles at her comment. "well being free of katherine lite does have its perks. and i can only imagine the mischief you've been brewing in that pretty little head of yours."
            
            as she pulled away, he adopted a playful smirk, yet couldn’t resist a teasing jab. "now, as for our next adventure, don't worry. i’ve spared you from the french quarter drama this time. no deadly witches with a grudge, promise. maybe we'll just stick to raising a little hell in mystic falls. its been too quiet without you causing a little stir, after all."

“my brothers don’t know what fun is anymore now that they’re prowling all over elena, which leaves me to my own devices. i think i’m doing pretty well in that regard.” once stella is done fixing her hair and removing the clay adorned apron, she then makes her way to claudio with her arms in the air. they settle for his torso to wrap around, a hug so gentle yet emphasised with the little tightness she applies to him. my oh my, what an angel.
            
            “don’t i always look peaceful? i’ve truly mastered the mystique of the feminine. but trust me, my head is not nearly as quiet as my appearance.” taking a step back, head tilting and eyes narrowing at him, “you’re going to suggest we /do/ something about that, aren’t you? please tell me it doesn’t involve the French quarter, they don’t like me enough to tolerate whatever you have planned.”

/   no it gives me ptsd

@hikenesu  / come to tvd thx 

/   u absolute fecker 

@hellsrule   what an odd question.  no,  why would they lie?

( … )     shakes you

\     ops

/ <3

@defiesfate  tolerate? and here i thought we had something special going on. but i suppose i’ll have to settle for the enthralling joy of being tolerated.    * he smirks, lifting his gaze from his beloved whiskey. there’s a glint in his eyes as he takes a leisurely sip, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. he tilts his head slightly, as if assessing her reaction. *    well, if it was in literally anyone else’s hands, i would have every reason to enter that place. any day, twice a day.  
            
            * he hesitates for a second, watching the witch with a contemplative gaze before shifting it elsewhere behind her. there it is, his classic move that makes being nice somewhat more bearable. *   i’d say solitude suits you though. it’s a rare quality, you wear it well. … and it helps everyone avoid the displeasure of interacting with you, win win. 

@delsangue 
             ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ha ha,  fuck you.    /and/  we still don’t click now,  i’ve just grown to tolerate you.    [   taking a long draw from her cigarette,   always a slight dig in her words.  her past may have shaped her instincts, but every year since has been a lesson in sharpening them  —  the tough talk,   her rough edges that never grew soft.   she grown accustomed to being alone,  loneliness had simply become another nature.   ]     i don’t think i should be working in retail if i’m not good with people but,  anyone else running jardin gris —  no way.  

@defiesfate  really,  now?  but you’re so approachable,  octavia.  don’t you remember?   we clicked immediately the first time we met.   *not even bothering to hide the sarcasm from his tone,  he spoke without looking up from the drink he was swirling.  it didn’t take someone exceptionally intelligent to sense the amusement radiating from him.  *  but if you ask me;   don’t overthink it.  if it works,  it works — go with the flow.