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Eleanor’s eyes narrowed for just a moment when he mentioned wood tipped bullets. “Would you like that list chronologically or alphabetically?” A short pause, “Men are not usually in my taste.” She had not yet risen from her chair. She took another sip of her drink, “What kind of wood?” 

“Oh, you know,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve been given these random wooden tipped bullets and offered a year’s salary to complete a contract. Let’s just say I got curious about the target.” The sniper raised a brow and canted his head to the side. “What man did you deny to the point that he’d want to have you killed?”

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100 Days of Hayley Atwell → Day 52

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“No, he didn’t hold up his end of a bargain. He knew the consequences.” Daintily, she pulled out a handkerchief and started to wipe off her hand. “And you are?” 

     “Ugh, what a waste of talent.” He sighs theatrically,       crossing his arms over his chest. “What’re you doing       that for, anyway? He touch your butt?”

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Eleanor held her tightly before pulling back to look at her properly, brushing back a lock of blonde hair from her face. “Tristan is at the bottom of the ocean and the Strix are looking for a way to unbind themselves from us.” Her thumb brushed over her cheekbone, “And so much more. You have missed quite a bit, sister.” 

            It felt as though a weight had been lifted off of her chest as the last remnants of the curse were blown from her skin. Though Rebekah had already said her thanks, it wasn’t enough. She wrapped her arms around her sister in a tight embrace, holding her like that for a long while to show her gratitude. “It feels good to be back. Tell me, what did I miss?”

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Eleanor let out a breath of relief when Rebekah hugged her back just as tightly. Her fingers brushing down over her blonde hair. Breathing her in all over again. “Anything for you.” She whispered. Her guard set down just for her younger sister. Unable to keep her mind from her. She was so easy to read to her. Rebekah would always be their soft spot. Her’s and Klaus’s. 

Without any hesitation, Rebekah wrapped her arms around her older sister and burrowed her head into her shoulder. For as much as she constantly stuck by Klaus’s side for all of her life, it had always been Eleanor who could make her feel truly safe. All it ever took was one simple hug for Rebekah to know that everything was going to eventually be okay, which was exactly what the blonde needed right now. “Thank you,” she mumbled, not yet ready to pull away from the embrace. “For everything, sister.”

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“Hardly.” Eleanor scoffed, “I’m not about to take to a child’s tantrum.” She was very tempted to grab him by his neck and hold him to the wall. “I’m here to speak to Damon Salvatore. Where is he?” 

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“You’re an unfamiliar face, and to my best guess you probably belong with the rest of Julian’s little flock..”

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            mirror mirror on the wall, will I rise or will I fall? 

                                    independent & selective witch OC                                                              written by Kendall

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“Pleasure to entertain.” Eleanor tutted and wiped her hands off with her handkerchief as the organ fell to the ground with a splat. “And no.” 

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     “That was frickin’ sweet! Do it again!”

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“I highly doubt that if they are a stalker that they would want anything to do with being involved with my love life.” Eleanor scoffed. Her lovers always ended up meeting a cruel demise. Whether it was by Klaus’s hand or any other’s. Her luck was rather terrible in that department. She tucked her handkerchief back into her pocket. “There are much better ways to garner my favor than sending me a meal.” She was pretty accustomed to having admirers, but they never went very far with their affections. 

“We are a strong family with vast talents, I’m sure at least one of these useless lot of vampires wants in with you. Or perhaps they want you, Sister.” Kol didn’t have admirers and rather liked it that way. He was free to do as he pleased without worrying of the backlash it could create amongst others.

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“Kol, I believe you’re confusing having manners with kindness.” To anyone who was truly watching their family, they would know she was much colder than her siblings. Dark eyes flitted up from her handkerchief and met her younger brother���s, “Who would you know that would want a favor from me?” Typically, she held debtors for quite some time and they never enjoyed answering the call for whenever she demanded a favor in return. 

“Somebody wants a favor and you are the kindest of our lot.” Kol shrugged watching his sister dab at her mouth. The old sister was gone but he preferred this version anyways. “Penny for your thoughts?”

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Hayley Atwell in Any Human Heart.