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ofisadora‌:

❝ This society evolved far more than I’d expected. People are walking around with an odd device in their hands ❞ Isadora frowned. She loved everything the mankind had developed, but at the same time was it a tad sad. The mankind no longer seemed to have a conversation with each other the way they used to have when she was alive. Then people walked over to each other and knocked on the door, asking if their friend could come out and play. Now? They only seemed to speak through this device ❝ What is it? I can’t take my eyes away from them. It has gone so far that someone thought I was staring at them and presumably thought I would steal it. It looks somewhat similar to a telephone, but it can’t be, right? Telephones has a chord connected to them ❞ She had been alive for a few weeks now, but she still had much things to learn.

💋 — “The culture shock will wear off,” the original assured the young girl, looking more than a little nonchalant. It was one thing to hear this stranger ramble on and on about her strange new findings -- a concept Rebekah herself was all to familiar with herself -- but to also recognize her as another one of the resurrected creatures that currently plagued the town. “They a bastardized versions, yes, but people do still call them phones. Cellphones, to be exact. Here.” Pulling out her own, she saw no reason not to let the girl toy around a little and offered it over. “Though, if you share any of the information you may see on it with anyone else... I will have to kill you.”

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ricsaltzmvn·:

Just getting back from what could have been a recruitment had things not gone South, Alaric stepped out of his car taking a look around. The naked eye could tell the school has gotten more populated with the dead returning, still it surprised him that the school is where they were all going. “At this rate, we’re going to need more apartments.” He breathes, locking the doors.

💋 — “I didn’t take you for a diplomat, Mr. Saltzman. Housing your enemies now?  Have you finally gone soft?” the blonde mused, head cocking ever so slightly as she feigned contemplation. The erection of the school itself was more than a little out of character for the self-proclaimed vampire hunter... Surprise didn’t make the cut anymore.

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crescentxhayley‌:

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Since getting her new daylight accessory she’s able to walk around and find the rest of her loved ones. She’s heard from others that some of the other Mikaelsons are in the city and she’s desperate to find them. Hayley hadn’t been sure who she’d run into first but once she found out where Rebekah could be she made her way over right away. “Rebekah?” she arrives as she walks around a corner and spots the blonde original. 

💋 — “Hayley?” She heard the woman’s voice first. Her curls bounced as her head whipped toward the source of the sound. “Bloody hell,” she cursed under her breath -- a mix of shock and completely bewilderment. A positive reaction, considering. Her approach was made swiftly. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up...”

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theoncenoblestag·:

Elijah tried to focus. His sister was here and he was helping her. She would protect him. Have his back. “I don’t know,” Elijah said with a sigh. “I’ve been in agony Rebekah,”

💋 — “I’m not going to let anything more hurt you, brother.” The original’s promise rung strong through her delicate tone. Both her hands gripped his tightly -- firm and protective in their grasp. Wherever his mind had gone, they would fish him out. It was just a matter of time.  “No more pain. Just us, you understand?”

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theselegacies‌:

“It’s part of life.” Bonnie muttered with a sigh, accepting the fact early on. Nothing in her life had ever been fair, and the lessons she’d been forced to learn along the way were no exception. “Just preparing myself for inevitable.” It wasn’t a complaint, it was a statement, flat and boring. “Which brother?”

💋 — “Niklaus.” It was given confidentially, as she knew she was there for her whole family -- not just her bastard brother. Nothing she could say would change that. Favoritism was both to be expected from the Mikaelson clan while also being nonexistent. “And whose inevitable re-demise are you preparing for?” His full lips curled into a grin. “Or is that another best kept Bennett secret?”

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ofchaoticminds‌:

He knew that, and while it did take some edge off there was always that creeping fear that Mikael would be one of the many to return. But that was another problem for later. “That doesn’t make me any less of a weapon.” If word were to get out that he was back, Mystic Falls would be littered with followers in no time. “I can’t do that again, Bekah.” He shakes his head, “I can’t go back.” he wouldn’t find peace, he knew what was waiting for him and he just couldn’t handle it anymore.

💋 — “You always were,” she replied, solemnly. Her brother had carried that burden all their lives; their biggest threat. It didn’t make her love him any less fiercely. It didn’t change anything for her. “Where did you go?” She was reluctant to ask, and that much was clear in the soft whisper-like way her tone had shrunk at the words, but she had to know.

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cxrclinefcrbes‌:

Caroline hesitated for a moment before accepting the fact that she was about to cross a line. A line that she was certain the other woman would expect of her to do. They were content in their frosty understanding, would in an ideal world continue in that pattern for as long as their lives we intertwined. Yet now, she Caroline Forbes, would cross that line. Stepping forwards she wrapped her arms around her softly in a hug much like she would give to Bonnie or Elena. “I’m sorry. I wanted it to have been enough too.” He was a bad person but in the end had been a good man and it should have been enough. But one thousand years was too long a time.

💋 — It was a stiff hug, for the most part. Her arms only barely moved up to pat the the other on the waist -- and that was after a moment of reflection. Was she surprised?  It was hard to be. Their lives had grown grossly complicated over the years, and increasingly so as the special little girls in their lives grew up together. “Sappy girl,” the thousand-years-her-senior vampire finally spoke, paired with a soft sigh. “What are we going to do about you...” Then a pause -- fighting back the tremor in her voice. “What are we going to do about him.”

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cxrclinefcrbes·:

“Alaric?” She asked with a teasing smile before she swept her hair back. “Klaus is… Klaus. Paranoid and prone to yelling but there’s something serious off with the guy.” She wasn’t sure how much she was willing to actually divulge to the girl on the state of her brother. Especially with how she’d found him the other night when she came to his door. The things he described to her were horrifying and it also felt like something he should be talking about himself. “He didn’t… find peace, and it wasn’t good what happened instead.” Caroline decided that that much was fair to say. “I didn’t actually know that what happened, could happen.”

💋 — “That’s my brother,” she offered, as if hearing of his less than admirable attributes brought her comfort. It did, in a way. One of her fears was that it wasn’t Nik -- that, like the universe had done on countless occasions, had only sought to torture her with the image of him. Then Caroline went and shattered one of the bigger lies Rebekah held onto those many years without him. She didn’t have anything to say to it -- her gaze falling from the other blonde’s as emotion consumed her. 

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thelegaciesbuilt‌:

Hope isn’t sure where to start about her year. 2032 hadn’t exactly been her favorite year in the world but neither had been the year her parents died. ❝I went on a date? I mean that is pretty big. I learned how to make peppermint bark which was really kind of cool.❞ Hope can cook, by god that girl can make you a meal that you never will forget but ask her to bake a cake? Unless she uses magic there is no way in hell that it will taste good. Baking was not a skill for her unless magic was involved.  ❝I managed to get an A on that one essay that I thought was going to kill me,❞ there is a pause on those words before she shrugs them away. ❝And I kissed Landon but I mean, it went nowhere and well honestly he isn’t dark like the girl I am dating now so it would never worked out anyways.❞ She might be considered a bit of a rambler if anything. ❝Did you anything fun this year? I mean aside from watch your favorite niece live her life?❞ When the waitress came by to ask for drinks, Hope ordered a Pepsi with little ice before turning her attention back to her aunt. 

💋 — It was a lot to take in so suddenly, but Rebekah had long since learned of her niece’s tendency to ramble on. It was best to let her finish before taking it apart piece by piece. “I gather the pretty big date was with this special lady,” she assumed slash sought clarification, prioritizing any questions. “But there’s nothing wrong with wanting the light. Remember that.” It broke her heart to hear Hope express a longing for someone who she felt was just as ‘dark’ as her. That she felt the need to identify as that at all saddened the Original. “I visited New Orleans a few months ago,” she said as soon as it popped into her head. “Out of the blue, and only for a few days... but it reminded me how much I missed this.” She smiled at her niece.  

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theoncenoblestag·:

Elijah stared at her hand. This was what always happened. She led him to the next torturous event. He knew what would happen and yet, he still took her hand. Her hand was warm, startling him a little. “Rebekah…” He said softly. “Please stay,”

💋 — “I’m not going anywhere,” she assured; the words coming out in a strained whisper. She feared the severity of her grip on him -- not wanting to risk startling him again. “What has become of you, Elijah..?” Where had it all gone wrong?

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theoncenoblestag·:

Elijah looked at his younger sister, seeing she was approaching him carefully. Like she was afraid of him. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled as he tried to stay away from her. “This is not real,’

💋 — He took took a step back and she froze in response. “Brother, please,” came a whispered plea -- her hand extending toward him. “This is very real, and I would very much like it if you would come with me...” It terrified her to think that she would lose him all over again, whether it be to his insanity, or simply among the streets of Mystic Falls.

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theoncenoblestag·:

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“I always wanted to see you happy,” Elijah rambled on. “You look happy?” Illusions of Rebekah were every once in a while. She would clean him up. prepare him for the endless cycle that was his afterlife. His suffering. “I should have fought harder for you,” He admitted. “For your happiness,”

💋 — She knew instantly that something was wrong. The look in his eyes was enough, but the way he spoke to her... like he had felt the need to impose his own answers. He wasn’t feeling himself, and Rebekah couldn’t blame him. “You fought the hardest of any of us, Elijah,” she assured him, taking slow and delicate steps toward her brother. 

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theselegacies‌:

“Oh, sorry, my bad.” he apologized before he realized he hadn’t even answered her query. “Landon.” As for the  second survey, that was a little harder to find a simple answer to. “We’re sort of… frenemies I guess? I think we’re on good terms, but I never know with her.”

💋 — “Frenemies. Like that’s not concerning.” Not nearly as much as her blank glare would lead anyone to believe, but it was interesting. Hope kept few friends, and even fewer enemies (that she was aware of). To have one that was both, that was a feat. “A pleasure, Landon, and I hope for Hope’s sake that you figure that out.” Complicated was at an all time high at the Salvatore Boarding School, and Rebekah wanted nothing but to spare her niece of the burden. “She’s a sweet girl, under it all.”

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theselegacies‌:

@blondiebekah

“You’re Rebekah, right? Hope’s aunt?” Following his meeting with Hope’d father, he wasn’t exactly excited to meet the rest of her extended family, especially given their reputation. “It’s um, nice to meet you.”

💋 — “I don’t suppose I’ll be getting a name too,” she spoke, taking a more toned-down approach in case this was one of the ones Hope liked. “Perhaps, even, your connection to my niece -- lest you intend to leave me at a disadvantage. Your choice.” 

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— you already know // 💋 ♥ 🔪 ( rebekah mikaelson ; the bombshell )

the more time has passed, the antsier our little mikaelson got. gonna wait for a marcel to decide???  why tf she’s not w/ him right now. could be for a while. could be for a little. who knows, but she’s not letting herself worry about it right now, if that makes sense. she will always love him deeply no matter the case.

she has kept in contact with all of her family, and for the most part was always just a phone call away. she would indulge in holidays, but beyond that, she was off finding her own peace. probably philanthropically so. rebekah out in the dirt and mud helping build schools and making the world a little bit better and brighter, because god knows she’s taken enough from it. i can dig that kind of image, can’t you?

so now it’s like, holy shit, the world is being turned upside down again, and she was tempted back into the thick of the madness because holy fuck her family is coming back from the dead and it’s a lot to handle and she can’t stand idly by while everything is shook up like a protein shake. she’s kind of grateful tho, to be actually needed by them...

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adversexaffliction‌:

“I am almost disappointed.” A chuckle had to pass at that, though a shrug was soon offered as trouble did tend to follow there family even if none of it was so bad anymore.”I am sure the longer we all remain here…the more certain you are to receive more gore than you could wish for.”

💋 — “Fair point. Who am I to rush whatever masterpiece that’s forsaken us this time?” Her sister’s insight was always appreciated, though she chose on a whim whether the moment called for praise or sass. “I take it things have been fairly calm, then. I’ve missed nothing too important?”

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thelegaciesbuilt‌:

Right, she was needed here and there is hope that it wasn’t her that was keeping here aunt there. She already has one aunt staying watching over here (So she assumes but not picking up her phone like normal and not talking to Freya for a good month does that to people it seems). Maybe Freya was there for pleasure or avoidance as well but it sure felt convenient ❝Well, I do hope that we could maybe do biweekly Aunt lunch dates?❞ For however long that Rebekah stays in town that is.  Try and work through any anxiety. You can’t keep hiding from everyone you love. ❝I mean, not just lunches at the grill or anything but for a first outing, it ain’t that bad right?❞ maybe she had been later because she had been pushing herself lately. A date with Josie, a timeout with her mother, all pretending to be at peace with herself when she wasn’t. ❝I was thinking of getting a burger. You have any ideas of what you want to eat?❞

💋 — The original smiled. “Between that and my frequent visits to your school, we’ll make this new year one to remember.” Rebekah had some of her family back. Not all, and perhaps not without consequence, but she couldn’t let herself dwell on that too long. Her gaze drifted across the Grill’s patrons. “There’s charm here, buried down deep,” she assured her niece with a playful smirk. “Tell you what -- We can take turns picking venues. You keep me humble and I’ll spoil you rotten.” At the mention of a burger, she found herself contemplating a similar order. “Still deciding.. which gives you enough time to tell me all about your twenty-eighteen.”