ripperdiaries

id: @humansdesires 
            [ a smile tugs at his lips, chuckling softly, his eyes subtly admiring her as she spoke. it was clear, since she’d come back, that she was ever-changing. there were moments when images of the twenties would flash in his mind every time she met his gaze, remembering the fondness of her glance from way back when; now, rather than flashes, everything has started to melt together— the then and now existing all at once. ] you look incredible. [ an understatement of the century. he happily accepted her embrace, something he’d missed in the time apart. he was sure to get her perfume on his shirt again. if only he could pretend to be bothered by it. 
            
            as she pulled away, his eyes drifted, lingering for a moment too long. his hand brushed against her elbow, then into the pockets of his jeans. full lips jut into a pout. ] don’t be harsh; it still drives like a dream. [ he tilts his head, gesturing for her to walk over to the passengers’ side where he’d hold open the door. ] i’ll only say it once, but i’d be happy to turn a blind eye to a little [ he pinches his fingers together, one eye narrowing slightly ], bit of trouble. [ he closes the door, turning to her for a moment. ] this might sound a bit silly, but (…) there’s a nice place a little outside of town i’d like to take you to. live music, good wine, they do a cool water show at night too. i think you’d like it.

(2/2)
            [  a  little  white  lie  hardly  hurts.  rebekah  went  out  of  her  route  to  visit  elijah  — and  solely  elijah,  perhaps  hayley  and  her  darling  hope,  as  long  as  she  can  avoid  the  big  bad  beast  long  enough  —  in  new  orleans  to  visit.  stefan  is  all  that  ever  was  and  remains  of  her  connection  to  this  godforsaken  hell  of  a  town.  she  supposes  she  wants  to  see  him  one  more  time  without  any  strings  attached,  without  nik  luring  over  their  shoulders.  ]    i  am  craving  a  glass  of  pinot.

(1/2)
            have  you  ever  known  me  to  be  of  the  optimistic  kind?    [  sliding  her  sunglasses  up  into  her  hair,  she  crosses  the  street  to  meet  him  halfway.  the  brand-new  pair  of  louboutins  she  bought  on  her  week-long  stop  in  new  york  city clicked  against  the  pavement,  scarcely  palpable  to  the  naked human  ear,  but  she’s  ceaselessly  relished  the  sound.  despite  her  qualms  about  the  twenty-first  century  fashion,  rebekah  has  grown  to  appreciate  the  autonomy  of  dressing  whichever  way  she  wants.  she  thoroughly  enjoys  her  endless,  continuous  collection  of  designer  shoes,  and  showing  them  off  even  more.  little  of  her  outward  appearance  has  changed  since  she  departed;  her  style  has  grown  more  curated  towards  her  own  tastes  instead  of  sampling  new  trends.  her  nails  are  still  painted  a  ruby-red.  she  finally  dared  to  cut  her  hair  into  the  jaw-length  bob  she  itched  to  try  in  the  early  twenties.  the  corners  of  her  mouth  twitch  upward,  impishly,  as  she  points  out  his  car  with  a  flick  of  her  index  finger.  ]    /  i  /  am  not  driving  the  very  same  car.    [  she  jeers,  popping  his  sternum  with  her  index  and  middle  finger.  then,  she  rises  onto  her  tip-toes  to  wrap  her  arms  around  his  neck  in  a  fleeting,  yet  hearty  embrace.  ]    it  was  a  spur-of-the-moment  choice  to  plan  a  stop  in  mystic  falls.  there’s  little interest  remaining  here  for  me,  if  there  ever  were  any  to  begin.  i  promise  i  won’t  cause…  too  much  havoc.

you wish!  i was actually in the neighborhood because i had a friend who wanted to meetup for drinks and food.  just a girls night,  y’know? 

id: @eadimidium 
            i didn’t expect to see you on this side of town again! can’t stay away, huh? 

/     omg  i  forgot  that  he’s  a  scorpio!!!  )),;

oh.  the brother.  [  she says it as if he’s an annoyance to her.  there’s a brief moment where she sees if her behavior catches amusement from him with a side eye and a hidden smile.  ]   honestly though,  who cares?  i mean,  yeah,  it’s awkward but we were here first.  they can leave.  we are enjoying our drinks and—  [  julia lifts a fry from a shared plate before eating it.  ]  f͟i͟n͟e͟ cuisine.  

id: @eadimidium 
            no, it’s just— it’s a little weird seeing her so soon, she’s uh— with damon. [ a faux smile spreads across his lips, pausing as he takes a swig of his drink, having mentioned him before. ] 

even if she did,  what’s the big deal?  things ended on bad terms?  

id: @blondebitten 
            and i think that point was proven. [ playfully narrowing his eyes, he takes her hand, swimming through the crowd of people and the smell of booze and sweat. he starts dancing to the rhythm, keeping his eyes others and trying to stay close as people danced behind him; perhaps a little too close. ] don’t ruin the moment caroline just— enjoy it. 

@ripperdiaries   ( … )   like,   once   or   twice.   and   I’m   pretty   sure   / that /   was   only   to   prove   a   point.   that   you   can   be   / fun /.     [      the   blonde   chuckled   teasingly,   trailing   after   him   as   he   pulled   her   along   onto   the   dance   floor.   she   craned   her   neck,   her   eyes   scanning   the   party   briefly,   before   her   attention   returned   to   the   other   vampire,   eyebrows   raising.     ]     I   totally   wish   I   had   my   camera   for   this.   

id: @blondebitten 
            hey, i’ve danced with you before! [ he takes her hand, with a wide smile across his lips. maybe it was the amount of shots he’d taken but honestly, since his tolerance was so high, he’d felt only a little buzzed; calm and relieved to find caroline not being swarmed by everyone. ] we should go though before i change my mind…  

@ripperdiaries    ( … )    ooo.   gimme.     [      the   blonde   exclaimed   as   she   practically   snatched   the   bag   and   the   vanilla   milkshake   out   of   his   hands.   her   fingers   dived   into   the   bag,   taking   out   a   curly   fry   and   tilting   her   head   back   to   ( unashamedly )   drop   into   her   mouth.   she   let   out   a   dramatic   groan.     ]      oh   my   god,   I’ve   been   craving   this   all   week.   you’re   a   saint.   honestly.   for   / that /,   you   can   definitely   borrow   my   flashcard   system. 

id: @blondebitten 
            the occasion is they had a deal, two burgers with fries and a drink for 10 dollars and i know you’ve been studying like crazy. [ he takes the rest of the food out the bag and slides over the milkshake to her side of the table. ] think of it as… food for thought. 

@ripperdiaries   ( … )      [      caroline   swallowed   at   the   sight   of   him   like   this — distraught,   angry   and   upset   with   himself.   her   heart   skipped,   her   hand   briefly   coming   up   to   her   mouth   when   he   raised   his   voice.   she   could   hear   the   pain   in   it.   it   was   heartbreaking.   soon   afterwards,   her   hand   dropped   back   to   her   side   as   she   moved   forward.    ]    it’s   okay.   we’ll   handle   it.   we   can   fix   it,   okay ?     [     she   reached   forward,   gently   taking   one   of   the   very   many   empty   blood   bags   out   of   stefan’s   grasp,   her   voice   definite,   but   soft.   then,   without   hesitation,   she   wrapped   her   arms   around   him,   pulling   him   into   a   quiet,   grounding   embrace.   all   she   could   think,   was   ‘ how   long   had   this   been   going   on ?’.   he   had   managed   to   control   the   bloodlust,   for   a   while…   until   now…   but   she   didn’t   ask.   not   yet.   right   now,   all   that   mattered   was   that   he   wasn’t   alone.    ] 

id: @blondebitten 
            [ stefan can’t help but dryly laugh at that, stifled where he stood. his hands were covered in crimson, blood bags scattered across the floor in the midst of his bloodlust. he hadn’t killed anyone yet— but he overindulged, bits of self-control leaving him at the taste of blood— vitality. ] you think this is EASY for me? i’ve tried— caroline, for decades i’ve TRIED! [ stress, guilt, frustration all creating a tightening in his chest and heart as he tried to breathe, becoming hyper aware of his bodily functions. ] i wanted to keep my promise to you but i… i couldn’t. i’m sorry. 

/   spam   for   care   pls !   teasing,   angsty or anything   you’re   up   for    <33

/      ALSO  in  the  books  they’re  not  even  american  but  italian  so  just  for  the  show  they  decided  to  throw  it  all  around  )):   anyways  gimme  some  fluff  for  them