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OOC: It’s been a long day. Replies will be on Saturday.

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   jealous / possessive  meme

“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”

“ were you with him/her? ” 

“ why is she/he calling you? ”

“ do they know we’re together? ”

“ were you with him/her? ”

“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”

“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”

“ i know you were with her/him ”

“ you belong to me ”

“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”

“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”

“im NOT jealous ”

“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”

“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”

“ you’re too good for her/him  ”

“is there someone else?”

“ you were flirting with them ”

“ they were flirting with you ”

“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”

“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”

“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”

“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”

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Don’t you ever tame your demons…

                                      but always keep them on a leash.

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Danika remained completely still, her heartbeat hammering in her ears. She was afraid, she would be an idiot not to be but she didn’t dare show him that. “It’s more than one man,” she retorted, meeting his eyes,”he cared a crest from a very old cult which means there are more of them and if I can find them I might able to find the ritual they used to create...you. It’s possible with that ritual, I can figure out how to reverse it. Do you honestly believe that you’re the only one they did this to?”

Nico looked over sharply as she broke the silence, his vision distorted with anger. He shook his head, boots stomping heavily towards her as he crossed the room. He stopped in front of where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, the bloody napkin in her hand. He crouched down in front of her, every muscle in his face pulled tight with hatred.

“I don’t need to find him. He was always with me. He made me like this-  and I had to live with that fucker to the end of his days. I had to serve that motherfucker. And yeah, I got him in the end. I ate every last piece of him. But you know what? For all the times that I’d dreamed of that- none of it mattered in the end. It didn’t actually change anything. He’s getting the last laugh every time that I feed- or every time that I put a guy’s head through a wall just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Every time that I give in to my hunger… this knot inside of me. He’s always going to be with me. I am his legacy punchline- and as long as I’m here so is he.” Nico rested his hands on his knees and leaned forward, his face close to hers as he spoke again.

“We’ve already found who did this to me.” His tone was lower, calmer than before. “But unless you know of a way to get this out of me we can’t touch him.”  

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“Somehow, I find the idea of you not bragging rather strange. Well, where I am going we will see more than just one Lebeau grave.”

“Never had the intention to brag, little witch. Lebeau. The name does sound familiar, not that familiar like it left an impression on me. Let me join you, I’m pretty sure someone’s grave might bring back a couple of wandering memories.”

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Danika gave the man a sad smile, her hands reaching up and cupping his cheeks. “Stay safe and come back to me,” she spoke, her voice made it a demand rather than a request. She kissed him quickly before slipping out from under him, using the shadows to leave before anyone else saw her.

“It’s hard you know?” Pulling her into an alcove so they could have a moment of privacy, he made sure his body shielded her from anyones view. His fingers tucking hair behind her ear for an excuse to touch her, to stay near her. Now they had a bit of true privacy while he stared into her eyes, “Meet me this evening. After everything. So we can talk,” he bit his lip when he heard the sound of voices and regret flashed in his eyes obvious to the fact he would have to withdraw for the time being. 

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“What exactly can a familiar do?” She asked after a moment before furrowing her brow,”I suppose I should tell you...I have visions. Mostly of the future and most of them are very gruesome. It’s something I can’t control and I would rather like to get rid of all together.”

“Talk? Sure.” Did she want to know about him, or what he could do. He really preferred to keep the conversation about the latter. “There’s more of us than you think. Some have just decided not to bond anymore. They don’t like dying for their witches, I guess.”

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“Well, I figured we could probably talk and get to know each other first. Since I’m not exactly that knowledgeable on familiars though. It’s one of the few things my mentor skipped since apparently there are so few of you.”

“Dani.” He nodded, dropping her hand after a moment. “Well, I can only be bonded to a witch once, so you can say I am a little surprised.”

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This time her nose wasn’t bleeding because of the visions but because he broke the connection to quickly. She winced slightly as her eyesight started to come back to her and she could feel the warm liquid running down her lip. Danika grabbed a napkin, having been prepared just in case, and cradled her nose before leaning her head back. 

A single hand movement extinguished the candles as she remained sitting cross legged on the floor. She watched as he paced, only guessing how much he was going through. Everything had been taken from him and he wouldn’t ever get it back. He could get revenge though. If she could find out who did this to him maybe they could fix it. Maybe.

She was to frightened to say anything though, he was already pacing and she could feel the anger running off him in waves. Dani took a deep breath, blotting her nose before breaking the tense silence. “We can find who did this to you.”

Nico frowned as she told him that he needed to clear his mind, wondering how he was supposed to do that. He did what he could, trying to focus on the sound of her voice. His gaze was fixed on her face, watching as her lips moved and spoke the incantation. 

His eyes fell closed after a few moments, his mind being pulled to the darkest corners of his mind. He followed her there, her light illuminating the forgotten, shedding her vision on the memories that had been unavailable to him before. His brow furrowed deeply, finding it difficult not to cringe as they skimmed past the horror of his rebirth. It only got worse as she went back farther, past the ritual of his creation. 

The blood and the cruelty faded from his vision, forcing him back to a time before all of that had filled his soul. A time that was devoid of the pain and the misery of his spirit. A time where his heart had been simple and pure, free from any shade of malice. There was a home, a family- and a love so strong that it tore at the corners of his chest, his heart feeling as though it was swelling to burst.

And just like that, Nico tore his hands from hers. His eyes flew open and he nearly knocked one of the candles over, disoriented from the way that the visions had physically affected him. He pulled away from the situation, quick to jump to his feet. He paced away from her, his chest aching with a painful feeling of emptiness and fullness at the same time. His shoulders were hunched and raised, his arms pulled forward. He could only imagine that this must be what a heart attack would feel like, his breath coming shortly as it felt like there was a large weight on his chest. 

He looked back at her, still uncertain whether or not this had been a mistake. Knowing what had been taken from him filled him with pain from head to toe, his insides screaming at the injustice of having all choice taken away from him. He’d been robbed of everything- his mortality and his love. He could feel his body welling up with rage, hatred seething through him like a virus. 

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“Besides, who knows we might just have fun? You used to enjoy clubs before right?”

   “you do make a fair point.”

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“I know your family has a way of destroying everything in your path and I’m not overly fond of the list of dead that have been racking up. Especially the witches, you’re really hurting our clientele there. I have no reason to stand in your way, as long as you don’t end up hurting the ones I care about. I’m sure you understand, Mr. Mikaelson.”

“So you are aware of my family’s presence in the Quarter, and thus what we are capable of doing. Hopefully this will keep you from doing the noble thing and try to stand in our way—I would hate for a talented young woman such as yourself to become a tragic casualty of this war, Miss. Olson.”

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Danika smiled gently, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. “Danika but I prefer Dani.”

“I’m guessing not many people accept your offer then? Considering how surprised you seemed.”

“Am I?” Conor smiled, offering his hand to the witch. “Nice to meet you. You can call me Conor.”

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hours of sleep: Ehh depends, usually six 
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Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

Princess Arianne Martell (via naughtilydormer)