|Rebekah Mikaelson| ||Family First|| |Always and Forever| ||She dealt her pretty words like Blades— How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone— She never deemed—she hurt— That—is not Steel’s Affair— A vulgar grimace in the Flesh— How ill the Creatures bear— To Ache is human—not polite— The Film upon the eye Mortality’s old Custom— Just locking up—to Die.|| [[OoC: Icon credit - ParfaiteKristen]]
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I'm off...
Out of here for a day or so. Why not give me a reason not to vomit upon my return?
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→ Anonymous asked: Klaus or Rebekah KLEBEKAH
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Let’s not talk about it…
You’d hate me if you found out.
That’s not true. You know I could never hate you, Nik.
We’ve been through worse than whatever it is, I’m sure…
Well what if I told you I made out with a person you hate…
I don’t hate, Caroline, actually.
That is who we’re talking about… isn’t it?
no…
we are talking about Damon Salvatore..
... I don't understand... Do not jest with me, Nik. It's not funny.
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I don't hate, Caroline, actually.
That is who we're talking about... isn't it?
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That's not true. You know I could never hate you, Nik.
We've been through worse than whatever it is, I'm sure...
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What's the matter, brother? What's happened?
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Before long the two were lounging as though they had been drinking for hours, though it had been mere minutes and Rebekah felt more comfortable now than she had in an Age. Hanging an arm elegantly over the sofa's edge, Rebekah tilted her head back and closed her eyes, allowing the liquid in her mouth to permeate, leaving tinges of spicy and fruity flavours upon her tongue and a pungent scent of aged wine wafting from her lips. She secured her gaze on the blonde by her side and arched a perfectly trimmed brow. "He's always been Nik to me, you see. It's actually rather strange still hearing people refer to him as Klaus," she piped, her lips feeling slightly heavier. She had not instructed her fingers to pour more wine, yet they had done so twice before and now again. Loose fingers; loose lips. She snickered under her breath and brought the bottle's hilt to her companion's glass. The glass filled about a quarter of the way before the last drop of red managed to spurt from the bottle. Rebekah scoffed and placed it on the table afront the, before returning her attention to Caroline. "Nik has always been caged off in that sense. He expresses himself through his art and he used to struggle so with even showing us his work. Now, though, he paints out in the open. It's refreshing to see. You..." she started, a long and lean finger landing upon Caroline's collar-bone, "...have been a good influence, I think." Under normal circumstances, the Mikaelson would never had admitted such a thing, but it was the truth and it felt so good to finally speak with a girl so freely; even if, at the back of it all, she felt, perhaps she should not have been. Caroline had changed him more in a number of months than anybody had in centuries. Nik smiled more, allowed himself to be open to things more, even if that 'thing' put him at risk of hurt. That was not say he was a completely changed man. Certainly not. Rebekah would not have stood for that. He was the Nik she remembered from yonder years. "I wonder, though, is your interest purely curiousity?" she teased, placing her empty glass beside the empty bottle.
Cocking her head to the side, Caroline found herself enjoying the elder female blond’s company more than she expected. Rebekah could be easygoing when given leave to be, sweet even, words flowing effortlessly from her lips, affectionate but playful in nature when speaking of her brother. Though she was brandishing words of his pretentious nature, the love she held for her brother was clearly shown in how animated she became whenever Klaus’ name was mentioned. Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, Caroline laid her arm on the back of the couch, and absorbed Rebekah’s words, a delicate eyebrow raising up on her forehead.
“Hired and fired? Who is he WolfGang Puck? Talk about a perfectionist and an elitist all in one, he seems rather high maintenance, does he not ever do these things for himself? Call me young and naive, but there has to be at least one thing besides drawing and art he enjoys taking personal charge of. And if we’re being honest, it’s nice to hear him be called Nik, instead of Klaus.”
Why she kept on inquiring of Rebekah’s brother the blond couldn’t put her finger on, maybe she was just curious to understand him more. Every one had a trigger, something that made them exactly who they were today. But right now, with her glass of wine in hand, casually taking a few sips here and there, the cool liquid sliding down her throat… Caroline felt strangely at home.
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Do you have bad taste in everything, Kol?
kol’s page is about to be abducted by a justin bieber playlist
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Ugh... Vomit!
kol’s page is about to be abducted by a justin bieber playlist
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"Well, it's rather fun having someone to gossip about him with," she responded, a slight smirk brandishing her cheeks with her trademark dimples. Taking a swig of wine, Rebekah took her seat next to her fellow blonde. The liquid was cool on her lips and warm on her tongue. It was a rich one. "Do you know, being the man that he is, Nik has hired and fired at least twenty different personal chefs since the 20's? His tastes alter so often and, usually, become further refined; he likes tostay on top of everything, even what foods seem most cosmopolitan." Speaking the words made Rebekah laugh. No amount of sweet words or an extensive vocabulary could mask the fact that herself and her brothers were pure elitists. She shook her head in half astonishment and half amusement. "We require things people consider... very unnecessary these days."
He did! I just sort of laughed at him… His whole spiel about taking me to see,‘What the world has to offer,’ feels like a load of crap to me, and I doubt I’m the first girl he’s used that line on. Kidnap me, you say? He’ll find I’m a horrible companion when stolen, but if this happens, just happily keep me sane, will you?
The blond chirped in with a sweet peal of laughter, brushing a few strands of golden blond hair from her eyes, and tucking her legs underneath her body. When Rebekah turned with two glasses half full with the deep red liquid, Caroline happily took it from her. Curving her soft lips into a delightful smile, she held up her glass, inclined her head, and patted the spot next to her. “Gladly!” Taking a few sips from the glass, she directed her gaze at Rebekah,”Keep gossiping about your brother, it’s actually rather fun to hear the deats on him.”
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Where are those God-forsaken brothers of mine?
Oh sure, smother me when I do not need it and completely vanish when I want you around? Ugh - I swear!
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Always and forever Nik
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He did not?! Oh, Nik - ever the charmer. Careful, sweetheart, he may kidnap you soon enough and whisk you away. He probably takes 'sweeping a girl off of her feet' literally, poor soul!
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back with the goods soon enough," she almost whispered, chuckling under her breath all the while. In a couple of minutes, she re-emerged, glasses in hand and a smug grin upon rosy lips.
"Bottoms up!' she chimed, handing Caroline her glass.
Rome, Paris, and Tokyo. Those were the three places he briefly mentioned of taking me too, since they were the first spoken I figured at least one of them had to be favored by him. I’m reminded of what a small town gummer I am. Italian men and Italian food-yum!
You’ll find I am no expert of wine, but since you’re I think I’ll let you pick! Your brother sounds like a terrible hog with all his good stuff. Remind me not to touch anything of his, lest he have a Hybrid Bitch Fit, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?
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