#methodtomymxdness

[ourpyrrhicvictory-archive]

"When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it." (X)

[fought-for-everything-blog]

"No, don't do me any favors"

"Then what would you like me to do?”

[littlewxtchaa]

+ neverxlikethem + joelgxran + bloodysaviour + originalmaneater + methodtomymxdness

"Mmmm, lets see if I can get drunk enough to erase memories..." Bonnie muttered as she downed another shot, sitting at the crowded bar. She was lucky to have the seat. 

[ourpyrrhicvictory-archive]

                                                                                  Magic, madness, heaven, SIN ...

[buriedafter]

[awelcomedrespite]

method-to-my-mxdness

"You know what doesn’t aid in that cause? Spending so much time with monsters like us."

"I'd say that's partially true but it has nothing to do with anyone being a monster. There are worse things people could be than you."

[dissonantxintervals]

The Moon Is Down || Elijah + Gia

methodtomymxdness

When she was still human, she loved morning. Just as the sun was rising, and the sweltering heat hadn't taken over. Now, as a vampire, the heat didn't matter. But her love of mornings remained. It wasn't just the chill of the hardwood, but the silence that came with the world being asleep. All she could hear was the soft hum of her violin in the corner just begging for her attention. Of course that may just be in her head. Stepping from the bed, the sheet slip from her bare form, but she doesn't rush to dress. She prefers to be naked in the morning, to feel the air flow around her without anything to block it. The balcony outside of her window provides the perfect space. With a curtain light enough to let the breeze in, but thick enough to hide her indecent state, she picks up her violin and stands in the alcove. Quickly she gives the instrument a tuning up before leaning against the stone and beginning to play. Every little vibration runs through her, leaving a soft smile gracing her lips as music filled the room.

[reborninflame-blog]

method-to-my-mxdness:

There was a moment of dense silence following the words that fell from her lips so gently. Elijah had not been sure if he had heard correctly to start, but of course he had. His hearing was impeccable, and there was no way he had imagined it. Those words had most definitely fell from the younger’s lips, and he found himself taking in a sharp breath, similar to the one he had taken following the drop of blood Davina had fed him when he had awoken from a daggered slumber in her attic. She had always been able to flush some color into his face, into his life, and that could not be denied. As of right now, she was taking his breath away, and it took him several extensive moments to process and register the revelation before he was able to react. He had known love, and so he had known long ago what he felt for the girl. Admittance was a completely different entity however, and facing it at last was liberating. Carefully, he slid his body down along the mattress so that he could meet her eyes, taking her chin in his fingers as a smile spread across his lips. “I have to admit how relieved I am to hear you say that because - I know for a fact that I am in love with you, Davina. I am hopelessly in love with you, and it took me far too long to come to terms with it, but I have. I love you.”

The complete silence following her words was nerve wracking for the little witch. It was one thing to know how she felt about him, which was scary enough in itself, but actually saying the words aloud was even more terrifying. She had loved before, but her innocent affections for the boy with the violin were nothing like what she felt for Elijah. And in his thousand years on Earth, he had obviously been in love more than once before, while to her this feeling was so unfamiliar and new. It almost felt silly that she, the girl who had faced death with a brave face at only sixteen years old, now found herself frightened of her own feelings for another. But there she was, admitting to the Original he feelings for him, and admitting to herself that she was scared of what came next. During the moments of quiet in which her whispered words hung in the air, she closed her eyes, opening them to meet Elijah's. She couldn't help the smile that grew with his every word. "I love you, too." It was then that she brought her smiling lips to his, kissing him with every bit of passion she could muster. She pulled away after only a few moments but just barely, leaning her forehead against his and brushing her fingers against his stubbled jaw.

[bourbonandheels]

Hectic Love

methodtomymxdness

     Almost five on Saturday afternoon, Nadia sat with her little backpack on the couch watching her mother fly through the apartment, throwing odds and ends into a child’s duffle bag and speaking rapidly into a cell phone trapped between her ear and shoulder. “Hey, my babysitter flaked last minute, and I have to work, can you take her? Please?” She paused in her motions, only for his answer, then rushed them both out to the car. “Thank you,” Relief flooded her voice, but Katherine hung up without a goodbye. Her eyes were on the clock back and forth as they pulled up to his house, feeling tense and stressed in a race against time. 

     “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” She gave Nadia a quick kiss on the cheek and was halfway back to her car in an instant. “I’ll be back.” Katherine promised quickly. She didn’t realize the when was left out, and the where was a bit ambiguous given her more provocative state of dress.

     Her daughter looked up at her impromptu babysitter. Can I have chicken nuggets for dinner?

[changethekey]

| The Edge Of Paradise |                                Closed RP

{ methodtomymxdness​ } Resurrection wasn’t the overwhelming flood of joy that so many movies would have you believe. At least, not entirely. The movies always neglected the hard parts. They showed the happiness of reunions and the relief of having a lost loved one back in your arms...but they never lasted long enough to see what happened when the shock wore off. They never showed the vulnerability of suddenly finding yourself alive again, nor of having to fear the same thing that cut your life short could easily happen again.  And they really never touched on the complications that came with waking up in a new body, suddenly human again, with no explanation but a witch you’d met a handful of times telling you not to blow your second chance at life.  That had been a little over twelve hours ago, but it still felt just as fresh now. She felt like she was living in a dream, like if she pinched herself hard enough she’d wake up in that strange in between world to the harsh reality that she was still dead. This wasn’t supposed to be possible, yet somehow Davina had managed to pull it off. But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Yeah, she was alive again, but she was human again. Humanity only added to that sense of vulnerability, and she found herself aching for the strength she’d grown used to running in her veins.  And...she wasn’t...herself. It shouldn’t have been a surprise. When Klaus compelled her to kill herself, her body had been reduced to ashes. There was no way she could have just gone back - but that didn’t make staring at a stranger’s face in the mirror any easier. Just as getting the ‘second chance at life’ didn’t erase the threat to her continued existence. If Klaus found out she was alive, what were the odds that he’d just let her live? She had been Elijah’s punishment; and somehow she doubted the Original hybrid would be too keen on just letting bygones go.  If she’d been smart, she would have run. She would have left New Orleans in her rearview and started a new life. She had a new face, and it wasn’t like anyone would come looking for her. Davina had assured her that she wouldn’t say a word to anyone about her resurrection if she decided to run.  All she would have had to do is get on a bus and never look back.  But she couldn’t. There was one reason she’d never be able to walk away so easily again; Elijah.  She knew it was crazy to let herself be so ruled by her emotions (especially since, arguably, her death had been a result of that), to risk what she knew was her only second chance just to go back for a man that she still wondered if his heart would always belong to someone else...but she didn’t have the will to do anything but. That last moment they shared when he told her she didn’t have to guess still played through her mind on a continuous loop...the image of his grief when she looked up at him through the balcony bars hadn’t stopped haunting her.  No matter how unconventional or ill timed their connection had been...it was real. They were real. And she cared about him too much not to go back, no matter the risks. Even if all that came of it was absolving him of the unwarranted guilt and grief she was sure he would let himself drown in.  So instead of fleeing New Orleans, she was walking back through the doors of the compound, trying to ignore her racing heart. The last time she’d been here...well, she didn’t need to go there. But being back was anything but comforting.  Especially when she was being greeted by the sounds of the courtyard being demolished.  She froze almost as soon as she moved through the doors, blue orbs widening with shock as she watched Elijah tear apart everything in his path. The metal chairs which usually sat in clusters around the room now lay in twisted scraps by the stone walls, mangled by his strength. Planters and statues lie in pieces around them. His anger...his fury was so palatable she could feel it in every nerve in her body. It took only a matter of seconds to come up with a list of things that could have pushed him this far, though her immediate fear was that something had happened to Hope. Davina hadn’t been kept in the loop for a while so she had no answers to her questions about the youngest Mikaelson and the psychotic witch that had been trying to take her. Had Dahlia made another move...had Klaus?  Scared for him, and for Hope, she finally managed to force her frozen limbs to move again, her steps echoing as she moved further into the room. She knew he would hear, if not her footsteps than her heart hammering in her chest. She only wished when he turned that he’d see her.  “Elijah?” Despite herself, her voice shook, and she winced at the sound. It wasn’t her voice. It was a different pitch and it still sounded strange in her ears. But she didn’t really have any choice in the matter but to get used to it. She’d much rather be alive in a stranger’s body than dead in her own.  She waited with baited breath for him to turn. It had been weeks since her death...but it felt like it had been a lifetime since she’d seen him. Since she’d felt his touch or seen that familiar glow in his eyes. She tried to prepare herself not to see the same joy in his eyes that she felt in her heart; when he finally turned he wouldn’t see the dark haired woman he’d once trained to fight.  There was so much standing in their way...so many risks, but she knew without a doubt that she’d do whatever she had to not to be away from him again. 

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[fractureddevotion]

elejah

send me a ship and i’ll answer:

who takes longer showers? Elena, though Elijah's pretty close.

how do they make up after a fight? It's very awkward. They don't talk to each other, unsure as to what to say. They both feel guilt, even if it wasn't their fault to begin with. It takes a little bit, but things slowly go back to normal.

who prefers rain and who prefers sun? Elena loves the rain. She'll go outside in the middle of a full blow rainstorm without a care, desperately trying to get Elijah to 'live a little'

what’s their favorite place to go together? Anywhere they're alone where they can have some of the most fascinating conversations. They never seem to run out of topics. 

who’s more likely to be voted prom king/queen? Elijah.

do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.? Elijah finds it pointless, though Elena still makes an attempt. 

who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke? Elena

what’s their nightly routine? If you're the devilish Elejah, then you're at the casinos, counting cards and distracting the others before celebrating. If you're Colombia Elejah, then Elena is trying to coerce Elijah into taking a nightly walk along the shoreline.

who’s more likely to burn dinner? Elena. 100% of the time. 

[solemvivum]

method-to-my-mxdness

"How long have you been standing there?"

[buriedafter]

No paws?

[ to 'lijah ; ] How about a wolf? or a cat?

[ to 'lijah ; ] You never said anything about cats.

[bourbonandheels]

When You're Here, You're Screwed

     Katherine glanced at the clock in the kitchen for the umpteenth time that shift. She was always alternating between looking at it and forcing herself not to to make time feel like it was going faster. Still, she only had another hour and a half to go. Less than a hundred minutes, and counting. Then it was home to Nadia. She could do it.

     Black shirt, black pants, and black apron marked her as a server. Her curls bounced as she came out with a big tray of food, and the heads at every table without turned hopefully. She set it down, yet some still lingered, a fact of life she'd been accustomed to since high school. Katherine made a round in her section to see that everybody was doing okay, refilled some drinks, then headed to the employees side room near the kitchen to chat. 

     A pair of suits caught her eye before she made it there, however. Katherine paused, taking in the handsomely dressed backs being sat in her designated area. The younger of the two turned to sit and she froze, recognizing him. Shit, that could not be. She grabbed the nearest coworker, unfortunately a woman and therefore non-receptive to her flirting. "Switch sections with me." She insisted, indicating to the guys. "Switch with me. That one's an ex and I don't want to... you know." Playing the 'woman must stand together card'—highly effective. "He's a big tipper though." She added, just in case. Her hopes of going unnoticed failed the instant they made unwanted eye contact, though. Goddammit.

[reborninflame-blog]

methodtomymxdness

When she heard that Elijah had gone missing, Davina almost didn't believe it. He couldn't be. It was only hours ago that they had exchanged not-so subtle glances from across the loft whilst the others tried to figure out how to rescued the young werewolf recruits, that he had stolen a kiss when no one was looking before departing with Oliver. And yet amongst all the chaos, the very person who wanted to kill him most, his wicked mother, had somehow been able to catch him off guard, get her hands on him in what she imagined to be a fleeting vulnerable moment. Every moment after they had discovered that the Original was nowhere to be found had been filled with panic and dread. She had been confined within the walls of the loft under the watchful eye of Josh, but that did not stop her from doing whatever she could do to help get her beloved Elijah back home safely.

Her efforts fell short, however, for Esther had expertly blocked every one of her location spells, leaving Davina with no choice but to wait idly by until Marcel trusted her not to do anything rash or stupid, which she suspected would be never.

That's why when Klaus called to inform his former protégé that he knew where Esther was hiding his brother, she was surprised when the phone was almost immediately handed over to her with a nod of consent. Nonetheless, she did not hesitate in following the hybrid's directions and driving to the cemetery at a speed that was perhaps too fast to be considered safe. Upon arrival, she wasted no time in trying to find Klaus and did so in no time, just barely avoiding the werewolves and witches standing guard throughout the entire vicinity. He quickly instructed her to go find Elijah while he took care of his mother and whoever else might try to intervene, and for once Davina did as he told her to without hesitation.

Making sure the coast was clear, she quickly scurried into the large open tomb where Klaus had suspected his elder brother was, and soon found that he was right. She had to muster all over her strength and courage not to weep at the sight of him, chained up and bloody with his dark brown eyes donning a cold, vacant stare into nothingness. Tentatively she approached him, kneeling before his slumped over body and speaking softly.

"Elijah? It's me. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?"