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PERMANENT OPEN POST
↪ Pick one of my characters (make sure to specific which version) OR drop any character of yours in and get a random choice.
↪ Use RNG and enter 1-14 for a scene; roll again for specifics.
↪ Or cheat and just pick something.
↪ You can also just throw a picture, quote, or whatever kind of prompt you want.
↪ OPTIONAL: combine a bunch of memes and scenarios and go nuts.
↪ NOT optional: HAVE ALL THE FUN OR ELSE.
Shamelessly stolen and modified from Anne who shamelessly stole and modified it from Conway. Zero regrets.
I. BED INVADERS
A. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous CR, etc.)1. WAKE THEM UP. You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
2. PRANK! Oh, this has just got to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
3. CAN'T BEAT 'EM, JOIN 'EM. Push 'em over & snuggle up. You're too tired to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
4. LET THEM SLEEP. Whatever. It's noon. They're asleep and you've got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.
B. Decide you have NO CLUE who is person is! (No CR, castmates who have never met, crosscanon, etc.)5. SCREAM 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP!' Really. Default action going on here.
6. PRANK! What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise what you do.)
7. GENTLY AWAKEN THEM. Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted, but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
8. GET TO KNOW THEM NON-BIBLICALLY. Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. AS a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
9. TIE 'EM UP. FUNCTIONAL typing up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.
C. Decide - fuck the police. You heard. Fuck 'em.10. YOU MOVE FORWARD AND MAKE YOUR OWN FATE.
II. ROAD TRIP
1. BREAK DOWN. Oh snap. Your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?
2. HITCHHIKERS? Is this even a good idea? Threads may also have a third participant. Go wild.
3. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT? Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... Or I think that was a deer...
4. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND. Alas. You're the parent or disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the bakc. This thread may also have a third or even fourth participant, if you can wing it.
5. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK! No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.
6. THE GREAT ESCAPE. Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.
7. MAKE OUT. For whatever reason, the person you're traveling ith in the car. You would love to make out with them and then some.
III. CUDDLES
1. SWEET DREAMS. It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
2. STORMY WEATHER. The heavy rain, thunder, and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
3. SLOW DANCE. It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
4. SURPRISE ATTACK. Time to invade someone's personal sapce. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
5. MOVIE NIGHT. It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
6. I LOVE YOU, MAN. It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
7. JEEPERS CREEPERS. Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
8. HURT AND COMFORT. Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped, or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
9. SUNDAY MORNING. Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there's just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart's content.
10. MOMENT AFTER. You just had incredible, vigorous sex and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
11. MENAGE A TROIS. Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
12. PLAYER'S CHOICE. Pick one or make up your own!
IV. HURT/COMFORT
1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though.
6. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to make up.
7. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
8. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheat on, abuse, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
9. LOSS. You've experienced a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
V. FIGHT
1. FISTFIGHT. Straight-up, unfussy, no-holds-barred facepunching. Clearly you're emotionally invested in this argument. Or maybe you want some stress relief.
2. BAR FIGHT. Someone's had one too many drinks. Curses are being slurred, bottles are being smashed. Just don't be surprised if you get thrown out.
3. VERBAL. A caustic, intellectual battle of wits? Or just immature playground insults? Either way, the fighthing here isn't physical; sticks and stones can break your bones, but we'll see if words can hurt you...
4. WEAPONRY. Fencing practice or a real swordfight? Paintball or battlefield gunfight? The only limits are your imagination (and the extents of human military engineering, of course)!
5. SPARRING. Maybe you're a streetwise punk teaching the new kid on the block the ropes of self-defense. Or perhaps you just want to get some practice in before your karate exam.
6. SEXY. That collar-grabbing led to a kiss, that knee stayed in a place a little too long, those gazes got a little intense... There's heavy breathing here, but it might not be because you've been exerting yourself.
7. DUEL. You insulted the wrong person. Or got caught cheating at cards. A duel, sir, a duel! The glvoes are off (and slapping you) and it's pistols at dawn.
8. COMPETITIVE. Boxing, wrestling, martial arts, the possibilities are endless. Just remember: the first rule of Fight Club...
9. OTHER. Combine any of the above, or make up your own!
VI. BODY HORROR
1. WATER-DWELLING. You've grown gills, or your skin is turning translucent, or you're sprouting fins, or maybe you're outright turning into some form of sea life. It doesn't matter what you're turning into - what does matter is taht you're slowly losing the ability to breathe air, and there's no water in sight.
2. ANIMAL. Something bit you, and you're turning into an animal. Your bones lengthen or perhaps shrink, break, twist, and reform. Your teeth lengthen or shorten. And above all, you feel your instincts being overridden. Your senses sharpen; you notice smells you never did before. Your vision becomes more sensitive to movement. If you're a predator? Man, these people look mighty tasty. Prey? OH GOD. EVERYTHING IS TERRIFYING. Lizard? Enjoy your new inability to regulate body temperature. Bird? Have fun with the whole beak and hollowing bones. And don't get us started on insects and arachnids.
3. PARASITIC. Something's inside you, and it's changing you from within, chewing up your insides and altering your thoughts. You're not sure how much longer you're going to be you, and when the parasite's going to take over completely...
4. DEMONIC. You've been meddling with dark powers beyond the ken of mortal man, and it seems you've accidentally sold your soul. Will you be the traditional kind of demon, horns and hooves, or something far more terrifying and ineffable?
5. UNDEAD. No doubt about it, you're dying. But as you are, something's been altered in you. Maybe you're becoming a vampire - and not the fun kind either; we're talking ugly, ravenous, and mad. Maybe you're a zombie, or a ghoul, and human flesh looks mighty tasty. Or maybe you're just turning into a ghost bent on vengeance. In any case, death is never fun.
6. CYBERNETIC. Get captured by the Borg? Strapped to an operating table? INjected with nanites? Whatever happened to you, you're slowly turning into something half-human, half-machine, and your squishy bits are being replaced by mechnical components.
7. LOVECRAFTIAN. You've heard their song, the terrors from beyond the stars, and even no they sing in your blood as your frlesh transmutes into something ineffable and unknowable. You revel in the pain. You feel even as you seek to spread it, to herald the end of all things... Or maybe worse. You're aware of the transition as your mind becomes not your own.
8. FUSION/HIVEMIND. Youv'e begun to fuse with the first person who tagged you - physically, mentall, or both. Soon, you can't tell who is who, which one of you is the real you, as yur thoughts become one. Join in the fleshsong, mortal.
9. INANIMATE. Your body slowly petrifies and hardens, tuning to stone, wood, glass, or somethign stranger still. Or perhaps you liquefy or maybe you dissolve into the air itself.
10. WILDCARD. Pick whatever you like, combine a few options, or make up your own.
VII. HIGH SCHOOL AU
1. CLASS TIME. Pick your class, pick your seat. Whether you're paying attention or goofing off, you're interacting constantly with someone else.
2. BREAK TIME. Those precious minutes that aren't lunch, usually half an hour if you're lucky. Are you hanging out on the grass, rushing to get homework finished, or bunking off school early?
3. LUNCH TIME. Food, glorious food! ... As long as you're not eating the school lunches. What sort of chaos will you get up to in the endless queue that is the lunch line?
4. FOOD FIGHT. The natural reaction to being served school lunches: throwing them as far away from you as possible. You're caught in the middle, or maybe you're instigating it. Who knows? No one can tell.
5. STUDY PERIOD. Yeah. "Studying." They mean catching up on gossip, right? Or watching that crappy TV in the common room? Or maybe you really want to study. I'm not judging.
6. SKIPPING SCHOOL. Did you even get to school before you bunked off somewhere? Or did you just take the bus five stops further and in to town? Hope you don't get caught, either way.
7. EXAM WEEK. You're going into an exam, or just cramming every last bit of knowledge into your head. Either way, good luck! You're going to need it.
8. DETENTION. What did you do? Or were you innocent and wrapped up in your friend's scheme, and now you both have detention? I do not envy you at any rate.
9. SUMMER HOLIDAY. SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER! Burn your books, burn your uniforms. Everything is over for another 6 weeks (or however long you get off).
10. FACULTY. Oh, hello miss/sir. No, we weren't talking about bunking. Yep, you're the teacher. IMPORTANT NOTE: If you get this option, you or your partner can do a second roll for the scenario.
11. TAKE YOUR PICK. Free for you. Whether you want to pick something from the list, or make up your own scenario, this option allows that. (Of course, you could just bypass the rolling entirely.)
VIII. APOCALYPSE HOW
1. LAST ACTION HERO. You tried your best to save the world, but despite the superpowers, the teamwork, and the sacrifice of many good friends, you couldn't quite pull it off. Now you're left with your guilt and a universe where half the people left are depending on you to help them, while the rest are trying to hunt you down for your failures. Good luck with that, hero.
2. SCIENCE SAVIOR. They said it was impossible, they said it was futile, but you know that if you just got a little bit of support you could fix all of the world's troubles. Maybe your experiments are a bit on the unethical side, but the survival of humanity is depending on you! You can't let the world down. Time to grab those test-tubes and get yourself a lab assistant that doesn't mind getting their hands dirty.
3. THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH. Well, it's finally happened. A virus or disease or genetic mutation has all but wiped out members of the opposite sex and humanity is doomed. But what's this? A lone survivor? As the saviour of the species, they'll be glad to lend a hand (or reproductive organ) to help restore the population, right? Maybe a little bit of persuasion is in order.
4. SO LONELY. You haven't talked to another person in days and you're starved for conversation. So when you finally meet another lone traveler it makes total sense to stick together, right? Maybe share some food, some companionship, some ammo. . . . Better hope you both get along.
5. MUTATION STATION. The bomb dropped and some people weren't fortunate enough to go in the blast. Now those left behind have to deal with nuclear winter, a dwindling food supply, and some strange additions to the human gene code. Maybe these superhumans are friendly and misunderstood. Then again, maybe they just want to eat your brains.
6. LAST DANCE. The world is ending. You know it, everyone knows it, so the only thing left to do is party like it's 1999. Complete your bucket list, do the things you never got the chance to do before, and maybe screw up the courage to do the things you were too scared to even think about doing. Oh, and watch out for looters.
7. FREEBIE SCENARIO. Anything you can think of that isn't already mentioned can go here.
IX. PARANOIA
1. EROTOMANIA. That person loves you. They belong to you. They might deny it and be with someone else but they're ridiculous. You know better here.
2. DISTRUST. Simple as it sounds, you're being lied to. You can't prove it but you're not falling for their tricks anymore.
3. HALLUCINATIONS. A vague classic. Those sounds, those sights, your senses are screwed up and the world is upside down. There's plenty of senses to screw.
4. TAINTED. You're completely wrong. Is it in your family's blood? Is it parasites? A disease? Aliens? A sin? But it's consuming you, whatever it is.
5. CONSPIRACY. Why are they after you? Who knows. Maybe you know. But everyone is in on it and you're the only one left fighting against it.
6. CONTROL. Your actions aren't your own, even if others insist they are. Somehow, either drugs or magic or something, someone is making you their puppet.
7. FIXATION. Either it's in you or someone else or a thing but this imperfection is clawing at your mind. Just fix it. Fix it and you can rest.
8. FOLIE A DEUX. The more either you or the other person talks, the more you feed into this unease and the more real it sounds. What can you two alone do?
9. REPLACEMENTS. Is it just this person or is everyone being replaced with a fake? You're not a fake, though. You won't let them replace you.
10. REAL. Is any of this real? Maybe you're dreaming or drugged. Maybe you're dead. But you need to prove that this is really happening, whatever it takes.
X. MOOD MISMATCH
The character tagging in can be the cause, the subject, or the witness of a more or less (in)appropriate display of feelings.
I. WOEFULLY
1. Take over the world.
2. Eat chocolate cake.
3. Train with them.
4. Attend a party thrown for them, or for you.
5. Get crowned / promoted / awarded a high honour by, or beside them.
6. Receive a dazzling gift from them.
II. ANGRILY
1. Carry out a domestic task with their help.
2. Make them a sandwich.
3. Direct them in traffic.
4. Propose, or commit to them.
5. Deliver their mail / missive / gift.
6. Give them a massage.
III. BLISSFULLY
1. Break their heart.
2. Read out a defamatory article about them, or a vicious critical review of their work.
3. Trigger a curse/mechanism that condemns you both to some terrible chore or fate.
4. Destroy all that is dear to them.
5. Share your germs. All of them.
6. Sign you both up for a nigh-suicide mission.
IV. SENSUALLY
1. Mop the(ir?) floor.
2. Carry out a mundane phone conversation.
3. Vandalize public property.
4. Take down your enemies.
5. Play chess.
6. Confess to them, or give a report of your activity.
V. POLITELY
1. Take them hostage.
2. Knock them out.
3. Pickpocket them.
4. Confront them about something you learned by listening in on their private conversations, reading their (e-)mail, or having their house under surveillance.
5. Betray them.
6. Try to kill them, or have them killed.
XI. RANDOM LOCATION
1. LOST. Oh shit, how did you even get here.
2. ON THE RUN. Getting away from someone or something that's after you.
3. TREASURE HUNTING. Something you desire is here. Maybe it's being guarded or you're competing for it.
4. TRAVELLING. You turned up here on purpose. Why is up to you.
5. ESCAPE. Things have gone wrong and you need to get out of this place.
6. DISASTER. Something awful has happened whether you're the cause, a witness or there to help.
7. INVASION. It's a siege! Are you defending or attacking?
8. HOME. It's actually where you live.
9. DUEL. The predetermined location to end a feud.
10. WHATEVER. Just make something up, whatever.
XII. STOP! SOMEONE IS NAKED IN YOUR...
1. BED. Waking up after a wild night or just getting ready for bed?
2. OFFICE. Getting a leg up at work? Caught in a moment of indiscretion?
3. YARD. Someone's been communing with nature...
4. CAR. The warmth of a heater during snowfall... or the aircon during a melting summer.
5. BEACH. Oh look, there's a floating swimsuit... and there's its owner.
6. RIVER. God, can't even fish without hooking the wrong species.
7. BATTLEFIELD. Oops, someone looted the wrong corpse... who isn't actually a corpse.
8. SCHOOL. All right, who's been raiding the locker room?
9. BATHROOM. . . . Oh, hey, who needs a shower, right?
10. PARK. Sun and grass and lots of people to . . . watch . . . oh my.
11. . . . CLOTHES?? Okay, technically they are clothed, but it's not their clothes dammit.
12. OTHER. Because there are way, way too many more places than I can think of.
XIII. INTIMACY
1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY. It might just be innocent touches or it might be during sex.
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS. Honest words can be more intimate than touch.
3. DRUNK. You're oversharing or simply maudlin.
4. FORCED INTIMACY. Magic. A truth serum, whatever - you didn't mean to bare your soul, but that is precisely what you're doing right now.
5. SLOW-DANCING. There is something inherently intimate about trusting someone else to lead you, and someone trust you to lead them.
6. OTHER. Intimacy can come in many forms. Pick your poison.
XIV. OTHER
1. BOUNTY HUNTERS. You're wanted. And someone is chasing you. Maybe it isn't your fault? But maybe you did rob that bank. Either way, there's someone after that price on your head. Confront them, or run? Specify hunter or hunted.
2. TRUTH. You can't tell a lie. Maybe both of you can't, or only one of you, but now is the time to ask those embarrassing questions.
3. OBEDIENCE. The person posting is compelled to obey, no matter what. (Un)Fortunately the person commenting is compelled to give orders. All orders given must be obeyed.
4. LOTUS EATERS. The person posting is trapped in their own dream of personal paradise. The person commenting is trapped with them. Help free them, or fall into paradise?
5. PLANTS OF DEATH. Plants are trying to kill you. (Something's . . . happening.)
6. INSOMNIA. One or both of you can't sleep, and that sucks. Be awake together.
7. DREAMWALKING. One of you is trapped in the other's dream - or nightmare.
8. SOULMATES. You are meant to be, whether the relationship is functional or . . . less so.
9. PICTURE/QUOTE PROMPT. Throw a bunch of pictures and/or quotes around and see what happens, freeform style! Try RP Visualocities or A Sea Of Quotes.
10. OTHER-WORLDLY. Go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times if you like. Mix & match.
regina | throwing pictures bc i can
husband
i want a divorce
Stefan Salvatore never gave the cure to Elena Gilbert. Elena Gilbert was unable to force the cure down Katerina Petrova's throat. Katerina Petrova was never turned back into a human, and the fight between the doppelgangers ended rather differently. Elena Gilbert was dead and Mystic Falls would never be the same. It would be safer, for one. The universe no longer revolves around the life of one small town girl whose biggest problem is always 'which brother do I choose' regardless of the events happening around her.]
[News traveled quickly in their circle, or it did when Niklaus had eyes constantly watching the town in case there was something he could take advantage of. Elijah had merely shaken his head and extended an invitation to join him in New Orleans to one Katherine Pierce. He never expected her to heed it, considering how things ended between them. How he ended things between them.]
[He did not expect to find her lounging in their family home several months later, looking like she'd reclaimed her position at the top of the world.]
Katerina.
after we renew our vows
[ but, as how their story travels, elijah fucks it all up with his guilty conscience or his honour. something within him can't let go — does he think he can still save her? she wishes to return to her house in pennsylvania, where women and men like her for her, the humane side of herself she has bore to no one but him. a mistake she wishes to never let happen again. but elijah plucks at her threads as he does hearts from chests, and he ruins the carefully threaded fabric she had begun to weave in a bid to live a brand new life without him. ]
[ katherine reclines on the couch, throwing her legs over the back as she cards a hand through her hair. over the edge of the arm, she smirks when she sees him. to herself, she thinks she belongs here — on a coach she can claim as her own, reclining along it the way she wishes to, without so much as a peep from a controlling and obsessive salvatore. but it is within a kingdom that will never be hers. she thinks herself a queen when all she is is a peasant girl to a lord who thinks too much and too little of her all in the same breath. ]
[ she'd thought to slap his invitation hard against his cheek. he'd left her, choosing his brother over her, over their second chance to do things the proper way without any hands other than their own shaping the course of their intertwined destiny. katherine can still feel the sting of his slap, where his lips had pressed against her forehead in a sad, pathetic attempt at farewell. being in new orleans is dangerous, even if the doppelgänger is truly dead; klaus still has a bone to pick — and katherine has many to select from. perhaps that is why she's here — he can save her from the man he so detests, but loves just as much. ]
[ despite her attempts to fuck the habit of referring to her given name out of him, the name still causes her to bristle. his voice wraps around her name as though it's something to cherish. she'll always be the peasant girl who required saving to him; he barely gives thought or voice to the name she wishes to wear like armour. ] Elijah. [ a part of her had wished to stay quiet within new orleans, submerged in the shadows as she observed a king and his right hand man attempt to take the town by ripping hearts and heads from their rightful places. but katherine is never quite smart when it comes to elijah; she wishes to remind him of a time where things had seemed almost too mundane between them, where a fish tank with no fish had situated itself as a barrier before one — or both — of them had broken it. her smile and tone are saccharine. ] You're home early.
ugh fine, if we must
[Hayley had been a distraction; another woman for him to swoop in and rescue from his brother. She was a strong girl, who ultimately had no use for a white knight once his purpose had been served and Niklaus stepped up to the plate. Their affair had ended before it truly began, and perhaps that was for the best. He would always protect the child, but her heart belonged to Niklaus, and his to a woman who ran from him as quickly as she ran to him.]
Niklaus' temper ruined yet another chance at peace with the witches. [As it does each and every single time Elijah manages to soothe their wounded egos and get them to agree to another meeting. Unfortunately, Niklaus tends to react like a child without his favourite toy when he attempts to do dealings without him, despite every single favourable agreement that had been made being made without his presence. He files away her knowledge of his schedule for future use, knowing the reason she even knows it is for her own survival.]
[He stays where he is in the door frame, the implication of 'no leaving until I let you' clear and present despite the door on the other side of the room. Now that she's here, in New Orleans, in his home, he has every intention of keeping her there. Whether it's to make up for his own failures, or for her own good, or both, it's unclear. If she'll let him, he'd worship her like the queen she is. One day, maybe, she can rule New Orleans by his side. But that's the dream of a fool in love with someone who neither trusts or loves him in return.] What brings you to my home, Katerina? I had given up hope that you would respond to my invitation.
i want the lounge
[ katherine rolls her eyes as she saunters toward him, but stops, for it's always safe to keep her distance with elijah. he had wormed his way beneath her skin as an itch she could never quite scratch, and it's a mistake she doesn't wish to repeat. ] When will you learn that dealing with witches is useless? [ she raises her eyebrows and shakes her head, reprimanding him as if he is a small child — and he is, one filled with too much hope for things that will never come to pass, as there is too much bad blood between klaus and witches, and witches and vampires. he hopes for too much, meddling in affairs that only raises him higher upon a pedestal, but does nothing for the cause he attempts to serve. it's used as a ploy to stall on her answer, allowing her to mull over the best way to carve the point of her stake. ]
[ she had wanted to squander his hope beneath the tip of her heel. crossing her arms against her chest, she shifts her weight to one of her feet as she stands, as impenetrable as she's capable of being. stefan had once been able to shake her walls, but it had been misplaced affection for a boy who is broken and irreparable for even katherine's skilled fingers to mend together. pennsylvania had changed the way things operated within the fish bowl of mystic falls — the boy she longed to have see her turned out to be a man who saw her for the woman, not monster, she truly is. and it's too frightening to stand before him now. her tone is too sweet, but she finds she breathes out the very last word, a break in her attempt at a facade. ] I missed you, Elijah. [ which is, in itself, both a truth and a lie. she wishes to brush it with the heavy strokes of a lie — hadn't he queried as much? katherine pierce, with all her lies and deception? her pincers are always at work, never tiring, never taking a break from spinning those around her within her web. elijah has never been any different, until it had turned into a truth. and it is the truth that has her gaze shifting toward the space between him and the doorframe, gearing her ready for a run. ]
[ but she'll never make it pass him, despite her allowing him to step away from her within the temporary home of klaus in mystic falls, with a condescending kiss to her forehead and a white handkerchief being waved to the wind. her brows pinch as her lips purse, tone coming out too sweet and condescending, she tilts her head. ] I take the invitation as a sign you missed me, too?
you can have it, shira already ruined it anyway
[If Elijah was under her skin, Katerina was forever a stain on his heart, dark and permanent.] The witches in the French Quarter have far more uses than the Bennett girl. It's imperative someone broker a less tentative peace for the good of the city. [Or for the good of his family, at least. Perhaps if things calm down, Rebekah will return and they can pretend to be a family for a few more centuries before Niklaus inevitably pushes the wrong button, threatens the wrong love of Rebekah's life and the chaos begins anew. Without Finn and Kol, they can never truly be a family again, and some small part of him is glad that Elena Gilbert is finally dead after the misery she caused him and his siblings.]
[A few steps into the room is almost enough to close the distance, but he gives her her space. For now. They both know she can't outrun him, and if he truly wanted to catch her she'd already be within his grasp. Perhaps by the time this is over, she will be. He might know Katerina, far more than all but a few of the people in her life, but the one thing he can never do really is predict her. Oh, he can predict the lies and betrayals, he's an old hand at that now, but despite the many claims to the contrary, there is more to her than that. The crack in her facade, the one so small that only a small handful of people would even be able to see it is proof of that.] If that is how you wish to interpret it, I won't stop you.
[It isn't a yes or no, but admitting to it would be giving her power over him that he doesn't want her to have. Once her intentions are known to him, perhaps he'll admit to missing her, and only then. He knows the last time he chose Niklaus over her hurt her more than she would ever admit, and truthfully, he would do it again a hundred times over. Katerina betrays, Rebekah loves, Niklaus rages and Elijah chooses family, it's who they are and who they will always be.] And now the real reason?
i hope we have insurance because i'm going to let it burn
[ elijah has always been a family man, even when he had been a lord and she a naive little plaything for him and his brother. a part of her thinks to lay it all upon the table, playing to the one trigger point she knows will launch him into movement, possibly rattling his impeccable stoic composure. he remains unaffected by her surprise reappearance while she tries to hold herself together, to keep her anger and uncertainty and discomfort in check. but nadia is a card she keeps close to her chest, in the space where those who loathe her suspect a heart to once reside. even now, after their tentative truce, katherine still doesn't trust elijah with a part of her she doesn't even trust herself with. ]
[ but nadia is dying, and this is katherine acting like a mother, attempting to give her the life she was meant to have, five hundred years too late. unfortunately, she can't raise her fist to klaus' castle and demand he release his drawbridge for her to cross and prick his skin to save her daughter from the monster he (and she) partly created. ]
I need Klaus' blood. [ it's better to simply come out and say it — elijah has this awful knack for making her unravel her own words, questioning her motives, even her true ones, to the point where she becomes dizzy and doesn't know who katherine is. she extends her arm, dropping it with the back of her palm gesturing toward him. ] You're the only one who can get it for me.
only the finest for us
[He doesn't let shock colour his features, even if her outright admission is new. She hasn't been bitten, not even Katherine Pierce is capable of withstanding a werewolf bite for this long. Nor does she have anyone dear enough to her that she'd risk Niklaus' wrath. If it was either of the Salvatore boys, the other would've come begging the second it happened. Which begs the question,] Who.
[Of course he's the only one who can get Niklaus' blood, but he can't get it without providing answers. He does not relish the thought of being in his brother's debt yet again, but for Katerina, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.] You realise Niklaus won't just hand it over, even to me?
[He's not so vulgar as to ask what's in it for him.]
i want the dog, then, but you have to feed it and pay for it
[ i'll do anything sits on her tongue, ready to be wrapped in a bored, been there, done that tone, but elijah isn't klaus. he's meant to be the brother who gives his word with only the request of loyalty in return. but she's burned that bridge of trust he once had in her to a crisp. ] But he'll give it to you. [ that's the whole point of her going through elijah to get to klaus. how can he deny his brother, one of the only few morons within the world, who will stick by him, even if he slips a dagger in his back? ]
[ she doesn't feel too confident to say and you'll do it for me, not like she would have once used it as a push toward him folding and doing as she asked. ] Persuade him, Elijah. Your word is a powerful thing. [ she bites it out, resentful — he had once said words to her that she had allowed to hold too much sway over her. his word is his method of having one sign their name along the dotted line. why read the fine print if it's wrapped in the package of a handsome man with a voice so deep and trustworthy? she'd made the mistake of trusting that voice once; she's only keen to do so again for nadia, not for him, not for what she had proposed to him the last time she saw him. ]
only if i get the house, otherwise no deal
[Idly, he pulls at the sleeve of his shirt under the cuff of his jacket, adjusting it until it's perfect.] I will do no such thing until I have my answer, Katerina. Consider it a small price to pay for the person you'd go to these lengths for.
[New Orleans has changed him, yes, but underneath all the damage Marcellus and his abuse of power have done to him is the Elijah Katerina knows. The city has changed him more than any other place, from the first time they settled here, to when they had to flee the burning city for fear of their father's immeasurable wrath. Perhaps his barb was a little too cruel, but he could've denied her request outright. If it had been anybody else, he just might have.]
Tell me who and you'll have your blood.
i come with the house ...
[ not too recently, but almost a lifetime ago, she had pleaded with him to trust her. katherine finds that her trust in him, something he never begged for her to give him, has wilted like that of the most precious of flowers. she trusts him to act on his sense of honour and nobility, too eager to astride his white horse to save a damsel in distress. but she doesn't trust elijah with the small parts of her heart that make her weak and too susceptible to the hand of pain. he doesn't deserve to know of nadia, even though it is the price he is demanding she pay; he had never deserved to know why it is she kept a fish tank, but with no fish. it all comes down to stripping away the katherine facade to, finally, after centuries of suffocating her, let katerina breathe. ]
For a friend. [ she thinks to say daughter, to spark him into action, but not even katherine can use nadia as a manipulative tactic. ] You don't know them. [ so don't bother asking for a name. there's no record of nadia petrova existing within her family line; she had died the moment katerina had, taking that secret to her grave. but she does fear nadia has been too stupid, placing herself in text to be read by a man who will dig until he has struck gold within the earth. ]
[ what had once been a plea for him to not bare his back to her, she uses it, now, as a way of reaching the softer side of him, the part that can't resist jumping when a woman with her face says jump. hasn't he always been a fool for this face, rather than the woman who wears it? she strips the edge to her voice away to make her it crack. but she finds it's all not just a farce, even if she tries to shape it into one. ] Elijah, please.
sigh fine i guess we can stay married
[Except Katerina knows just how to twist him around her finger, when to crack her voice and display the girl beneath the woman and when to pull herself together and project the Katherine persona once more. Like a lovestruck fool his resolve breaks, unlike the cool calm on his features. He had thought he'd found an outlet for his white knight impulses in the city of New Orleans, but it always comes back to a woman.]
Very well. When Niklaus' temper cools, you'll have your blood. [He's still curious to know who, but Katerina has spent centuries learning how to withhold information. Perhaps one day, he'll have earned back her trust and with time, her love. That is, if he ever sees her again after he obtains what she's come for and she leaves his house, city, home.] Until then, a drink?
[Never let it be said that Elijah Mikaelson is not a good host. Were it anybody else, he wouldn't turn his back on them, especially not in his own house. Especially not with how the faction war in New Orleans has been brewing, but Katerina isn't foolish enough to outright attack an Original. He makes his way to the bar that Niklaus was dead set on having installed into nearly every room of the house -- he drawn the line at the nursery -- and waits for her answer.]
we will have naked sundays
[ katherine ignores his offer of a drink, finding herself not wishing to deter herself from this path she is determined to walk upon and reach her destination — cycling back to mystic falls, in a home that isn't quite a home, to her daughter lying weakened and hallucinatory, within her bed. but, like how she had stolen back her freedom, temporarily, from klaus' clutches, she wishes to return to nadia with a cure, just as she had done so for damon. she had allowed a second to linger when she had been born, allowing her own father to pluck nadia from her before katerina could even look upon the dark crown of her head, let alone hold her. to wait another second, even the one it takes for elijah to pour a drink for only himself, is another step wedged between she and nadia before her daughter is stolen from her once again. ]
[ rather than uphold her katherine facade, she finds it slipping from her entirely. anger lines her features as she stares, hard, at his back. ] And how long will that take?
i'm not paying off the staff again after what happened last time
[He takes his time, lingers at the bar with his hand curled around the crystal tumbler as he contemplates her question. It had been a bit of an overstatement, merely returning to their family home had cooled his temper enough that requesting his blood could happen without a hitch, but it's clear that was a mistake. The glass is drained with one quick swallow and it thuds against the bar, before he slowly turns around.] You're familiar with Niklaus' temper, Katerina.
[Figure it out yourself, in other words. But Elijah Mikaelson is not a sadistic man to those he cares about, and in an instant he's gone. When he returns several minutes later, not a hair is out of place nor is his suit ruffled, and yet in his hand is a vial of blood. He holds it out to her without a word.]
i promise that won't come to pass, that was naked saturdays
What promising words will you hold me to, Elijah? [ she should snatch the vial from him, break his fingers in the process, and flee — but their game of chase has never ended. he's never caught her, even when their game had escalated into one of cat and mouse within the woods, the night he lost katerina and she gained katherine. the tomb had been a temporary win for him, but katherine had been able to immobilise him and make her escape. will the game ever be over? ]
very well, but i think we need a new pool boy
[To me. He could certainly keep her here, force the information about the recipient of the vial out of her and send one of the many vampires to save the day, but she'd hate him more than she already does. Instead, he opens himself up to her in a way that doesn't betray his true feelings but still tells her what he wants.] If you don't, I'll consider the matter [Us] over.
i definitely agree, perhaps we should hold auditions for tomorrow?
I can't. [ it's not what she means to say. she had meant to promise, with her fingers crossed and held behind her back, that she would return to the city owned by a man who wants her skinned alive and bled to death. but the sarcasm and the biting tone — and the words — are, instead, switched with a tone that almost sounds painful. she cannot leave nadia after her daughter has spent the last five centuries of her life looking for a mother who is merely a shadow of the woman she longs for. katherine pierce is a disappointment, one that elijah and nadia cling to with an image of a girl who is very much dead. ]
[ but she takes the vial, as katherine has always been well-equipped with stealing from others and giving very little in return. but she has always given a little too much to elijah. ] When she's cured, I'm off the grid. I'm starting a new life, Elijah. [ without you. ] And it's not going to be under the thumb of Klaus. [ she has only ever been this vulnerable in his presence twice within the last year — in pennsylvania, when she had placed the cure and her freedom within his disappointing palm, and when she had pleaded for him to stay with her. she loathes him for pulling it out of her, even though, the great reader of all the players on the chessboard, finds it too difficult to discern elijah's true motivation. he is a man of honour and a man of his word, but he is also a man who possesses a candle for holding her to a grudge she will never find it within herself to truly repent for. ]
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She. [He repeats the only important word out of her mouth. Whether intentional or not, she's started revealing information he knows she doesn't want him to have. It's filed away, like everything else she's said today. There isn't enough for him to put the pieces together, but the identity of the woman Katerina is desperate to save isn't important unless he can use it to convince her to stay.] You seem to be mistaken about which of us rules this city, Katerina. Niklaus is too preoccupied with his child to cling to old grudges.
[It's a last ditch effort to convince her to return to him when her business is done. He closes the distance between them, bringing his hand up to caress her face.] What would you have me do?
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[ there are far too many answers to that question. she wants him to pick her. she wants him to trust her. she wants him to gift her her freedom, wholly and completely, without any loopholes within his words, and without any ties back to him. she wants him to see her for who she truly is — and to stop believing that she'll return to the mold of the girl he wants her to be. she wants him to stop being disappointed. she wants to go back to a time where she had acted quicker, where she had fought harder, and where she hadn't allowed a man to chase her for five centuries as if it were a mere game of innocent chase. katherine pierce is a woman who is capable of fetching what it is she wants and bringing it into being — but katerina is merely the girl who has been robbed for her entire life. ]
[ despite his kindness and his compassion he has displayed since his extended invitation toward her, katherine is startled when he closes the distance to touch her. she sucks in a breath, it shattering her impenetrable facade. it's become too easy to hate him, to project all the anger she feels for herself onto a man who wants to shape her into a girl she has been trying to kill for centuries. she tries to manipulate her tone into being something made of anger, almost as sharp and dangerous as a white oak stake, but, instead, like he had worked at causing her walls to crumble in pennsylvania, she merely breathes it out as a plea. ] Stop chasing me.
[ all katherine wants is to be loved, wholly and consumedly, but she finds that, even when it presents itself in an impeccably handsome form, she must flee from it before it destroys her entirely. ]
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[It isn't a wholly unexpected answer, some detached piece of him that remains aware of the constant need for a woman to become the target of his twisted affection piercing through the incessant cloud that is the psyche of Elijah Mikaelson. But this is hardly the first time Katerina Petrova has told him to stop chasing her, and it likely won't be the last. Perhaps, in another five centuries he will succeed and ensnare her for the final time. Perhaps, in another five centuries their love will simply be love, instead of a mockery of the very concept itself.]
And if I asked you to stop running? [It's unfair to spin it around on her, but nothing about their relationship or its dynamic has ever been fair. It's still something that needs to be asked, so they can both get some sick form of closure.] If I asked you to come back, instead of using Niklaus' blood as a bargaining chip to get what I want?
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[ katherine snatches his hand away from her face, her fingers looping around his wrist with a strength that would crush any other man's bones. ] You left. Not me. [ by that time, katherine had been prepared to take her sneakers off and burn them. stefan is merely a passing fancy, something to occupy her time and allow her to spin her web to capture elena as a pawn to offer as a free pass to klaus. but katherine's lost her way in the middle of running and fleeing and attempting to rebuild herself into someone utterly different. if she removes those shoes from her feet, she's uncertain of what will come barrelling into her. ]
[ but it's still not an answer. katherine's uncertain if she could ever stop running — elijah is one of many things she flees from. he longs to protect those he cares about, but katherine very much doubts he can save her from herself. she becomes petulant. ] You have your little wolf to keep you company, Elijah. You don't need me. [ just like i don't need you, she wants to say, but she finds she can't quite push the stake into his heart. ]
/tosses images at Elijah from her visuals collection
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