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Maisie watched on with curious eyes, following the dog as he walked back to his owner, looking incredibly smug. Like a menace, apparently. She crouched down to pick up the books, holding them out to the man in front of her. "Don't worry. I'm a klutz myself. Always knocking stuff over. Just usually not when people are around, if I can help it." She averted his gaze, looking down at her hands for a moment. Talking to people was totally normal and easy, and other people who were more shy than she was did it all the time! This was no sweat at all. "Cool dog," she said then shook her head slightly in embarrassment, chastising herself mentally.

Of course it was too much to ask the seeing eye dog to do his job. Not when the librarian was all too familiar with him and he knew she had treats behind the desk for him. Julien sighed as he picked up the books he had admittedly knocked over, if not for any reason other than Teague taking off running to the lady who was already cooing at him despite the disturbance that seemed to get everyone else’s attention.

Even if he couldn’t see well he could tell that eyes were on him and he nodded, waving everyone off. “Yes, yes… so sorry.” The annoyed rolling of eyes seemed to have its own breeze as Teague trotted back, thoroughly pleased with himself. “You’re a menace.” He muttered, lovingly as he scratched the pups chin. That’s when he noticed the stifled laugh. It was soft, but not enough for him to miss. Glancing up, he gave the unfamiliar face a wry grin.

“I’d be lying to you if I said that’s never happened before.” He admitted with a wry grin.

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For a second, she just stared at the other woman like a deer in headlights. "Oh, um..." she started, before dropping to her knees to help clean up the mess of books on the floor. "So sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I've definitely been there." She motioned toward the mess. Maisie had created her own fair share of destruction, her own fair share of clumsy messes through the continental US. She took a few books into her arms and stood up. "You were checking out all these?"

If there was a supernatural threat it would be no doubt about it be Kyo. But Nova she was normal (as normal as a shrine maiden was). There was no need for revenge. Just books to pass and study.

But if anything, she learned shes very clumsy. And carrying a load of books plus untied shoe laces equals disaster. As nova fell down on the ground, the books probably preventing worse injury. Nova groaned for a bit before adjusting her position. "I'm okay." Nova lied. "It happend to the best of us." Nova looked in the space from where she heard the laugh. "I would snitch on you for noticing I my fall.

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001. kaya & asher

Being back in New Orleans made Kaya's skin crawl with a certain sense of deja vu that she did not appreciate. It felt like an omen of more bad things to come. Even though she'd spent the last year doing bad things across the globe, New Orleans still reminded her of the first bad thing, the slow loss of herself that spiraled faster than she'd realized at the time.

Disconnecting from the hips of Ingrid and Hope had been necessary, each of them having their own business to attend to. But what business was that for Kaya, really? Just like the other girls, her parents were dead. She doubted Asher wanted anything to do with her after her absence, and she certainly wasn't going to go to the Salvatore house for a chat with Theo anytime soon.

That crawling sensation didn't go away, wouldn't, no matter what she tried. Even back to her own antics, stalking through the shadows, making deals with the poor and unfortunate on street corners, nothing seemed to make her feel better. Somehow, without realizing it, she'd ended up standing on the sidewalk across the street from her parents' house. Did Asher still live there? Did anyone? Or did a brand new family move in and take over their life completely?

"Asher," she said, catching his scent on the wind nearby. Had he been trying to sneak up on her? To catch her unaware? No, he wouldn't do that. This was her brother, nearly her twin. But in that moment, she still felt nothing, cared about nothing, wanted for nothing except a signature in blood from an unassuming human. She wanted to torture and maim and hurt people like she'd been hurt. "Long time no see," she said as she turned to face him with a cold smile and black eyes, white and pupil, dark and ominous, a shell of his sister.

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001. masie & asher - flashback

The hunter often frequented bars. Most often, she crept along the outskirts, walking with Zander and looking for targets. It wasn't often that she found herself sitting inside of one all by herself. Something had driven her inside that night, though. Maybe it was the exhaustion of a new place, a new city, having to start over with new friends. It all made her feel so very lonely.

And though she was awkward down to her very bones, shy and unable to hold a conversation very well, she desperately craved social interaction. So much so that she decided to grin and bear it, muscle through the pain. So she sat at the bar with a hand raised slightly, trying to get the bartender's attention.

Once she did, she ordered a stella artois, the only beer she knew the name of because it sounded silly, and sat at the bar with her hand wrapped around the base, her eyes looking straight down. Why had she done this again? Did she really need attention that bad? Wasn't it always something that she tried to avoid? Couldn't she have just gone to a movie or taken herself out to dinner? Why had she thought this a good idea at all? She took a sip of her beer, threw a twenty dollar bill on the bar—is that how much beer cost?—and stood up, coming face to face with a man she'd never seen before. She opened her mouth to say something, apologize, anything, but couldn't find the words and ended up staring at him like a complete dumbass.

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Maisie sat with her legs crossed underneath her in a big, comfortable chair on a high floor of the library with a book in her lap. When she didn't want to deal with the ever-present supernatural threat and her brother's desire to get revenge, she often found herself tucked away in library, her own secret world where nothing bad could happen and no one could find her. It was truly a moment of peace and solitude, a time each week that she truly cherished.

There was a loud bang, the sound of books falling over, that made Maisie jump. Though she was a self-proclaimed hunter, she wasn't exactly unafraid. In fact, most things scared the absolute daylights out of her. But she'd gotten very good at putting on a brave face. Too good, even.

At the sound, she let her book fall shut, tucking it into the space between the cushion and the chair's arm as she stood up to look around the corner. Investigating the sound, she stifled a laugh, then pulled back behind the shelf, not wanting to get caught eavesdropping on someone's misfortune.

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He didn't expect sunshine and rainbows, but her words cut deep. Not because they hurt him, but because seeing her hurt disturbed something in his chest. Especially because he knew there was nothing more that could be done. Nothing that he could do, at least. If he had the power to bring people back to life, he'd sacrifice anything to do it for her. Such a power couldn't exist, but even knowing that, he'd still give everything to make it happen.

"I'm sorry," he said. Not about the death, about the loss, obviously, he was sorry about that, but this apology was for the asinine question he'd asked when other words hadn't come out. He so badly wanted to reach out to her, but everything about her tone and body language pushed him in the opposite direction.

"Ingrid," he started, maybe the first time he'd ever called her by her real name and not some variation of red. "I know what you're going through. I know how bad it sucks," he said, pulling out a cigarette and slipping it between his lips. Just like their first encounter, he extended the open carton to her.

His own mother's death had turned him into a completely different person. Those were days he didn't speak to anyone about. Losing your parents? Nothing's ever harder than that, especially when they mean everything to you when they're the ones who keep you above water. That's how his mom was to him, at least, and he could see just how deeply Ingrid was affected. He could tell just by looking at her that her parents had meant something special to her, too.

"If there's anything I can do," he said, meeting her eyes. "I'm here for you."

the time for sadness had come and past. it had never been a major feeling in her repertoire, not until she watched her mother die. it should have been her. a fate she could overcome, it would have only triggered her vampire gene. it came with shame and guilt, like a tsunami. to make matters worse, hayley's sacrifice was a result of ingrid's own stupidity. she was weak. then there was her father, he too made a sacrifice. for hope's survival. it was a decision elijah and ingrid had discussed and come to an agreement about. the tears she'd shed could have drowned the city. now her family was hope and hope alone.

what was left inside was anger. something she was much more accustomed to, something that felt like home. she had to leave. getting out of the place that reminded her of what she'd lost. the witch knew if she didn't put space between herself and this place it would not be good for anyone. there was a buzz of rage that seemed to live just beneath her skin. if someone were to take a closer look, it was a mask for everything she didn't want to face.

ingrid was tying up loose ends before getting the fuck out of new orleans. though seeing heath's smile brought a spark of something positive. a hint of a reprieve from all the heaviness. there was a quick twitch of her lips of a smile that flashed. though the words struck something ugly inside her. it wasn't his fault, more like he accidentally fanned a flame that was catching quickly.

" how do you think ? " tone harsher then heath deserved. the witch was too unstable at the moment. " i'm wonderful actually. i always wanted to be an orphan. guess you can start calling me, annie. " she took a deep breath trying to steady herself. " and how are you doing ? "

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001. maisie & zander @tribridcrsed

If there was one thing Maisie could change about her life, well, it would be a lot of things actually. But if she started with one, it would be the hotel rooms. She cared about her brother more than anything else in the world, but if she had to live in a hotel room for one more day, she was certain she'd scream.

Broaching the conversation terrified her. She was Zander's yes-man, always agreeing with his plans, always hyping him up, and joining in on whatever he needed, even war. Voicing something that she wanted? Speaking up in a quiet hotel room? Absolutely terrifying, definitely not something she was built for.

But nonetheless, steeling her nerves and closing her book, she sat up, scootching to the edge of the bed and letting her legs dangle off the side. She drummed her fingers on the cover of the book, thinking for a moment before she interrupted him. Deep breath. One. Two. Then she said, "We've been here a year you know. That's a long time, maybe the longest time we've been anywhere."

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001. elena & stefan - flashback @tribridcrsed

Elena had never been much of a chef, but having kids changed that. Not because there weren't other people around to cook, but because it became a sort of love language between her and Theo, and by extension, her and Lexi. When Valerie died, Elena internalized her role as godmother, knowing deep down that she'd always be there to serve as a mother figure for the girl, no matter what she needed. She was the daughter she never had, and it didn't take long (in reality probably about ten minutes) for her to fall in love with the girl and vow to be there for her no matter what.

Which was why, even despite her own grief, she'd been working in the kitchen for several hours to meal prep Lexi's weekly lunches. She knew the girl got busy, downright invested, and struggled to eat sometimes. Elena couldn't help but help. And without overstepping, this was the only way she knew how.

With the containers packed snuggly into a canvas bag, she stepped out of the now empty-feeling French Quarter home and walked down the street to Stefan's. She let herself in, figuring Stefan was probably busy with his own life, and walked into the kitchen where she began unpacking the meals into the fridge. Hoping that Lexi would find them and actually eat them. Even if she just ate one, Elena would keep cooking them. Honestly, even if they all got thrown out at the end of the week, she would still show up every Sunday with a new batch.

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001. maisie & benni @devouredxmuses

Sitting across from one of the only other people Maisie could actually summon the courage to form sentences in front of, she slouched slightly in her chair. Work had been exhausting lately. When the war broke out between the humans and the supernatural, Maisie hadn't really cared all that much. But of course, because Zander did, that meant she did. There was nothing she'd let him do alone, even this. So work mostly consisted of working with other humans to ensure their safety and the occasional threatening and stalking of supernatural creatures, but that wasn't really her vibe.

She tended to work more with the humans, making sure they were equipped and able to defend themselves in case of emergencies. In fact, that was how she'd met the human sitting across from her in the coffee shop. Their friendship had formed quickly, and Maisie's awkward exterior had thawed quicker than she'd expected.

Taking a sip of her latte, she let out a slightly dramatized sigh. Life lately had been, well, kind of boring. And though she longed for more, and wished to do something with her life, she was afraid to put down too many roots. She knew, deep down, that if she solidified New Orleans as the place, her place, they'd be on to another town in no time flat. "What are you working on?" Maisie asked, resting her head in her hands and leaning slightly over the table between them to get a look at Benni's work.

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001. elena & caroline - flashback @devouredxmuses

The past few months had been, well, to put it simply, hell. Alone at the helm of the ship, Elena and Caroline had tried their absolute best to keep the supernatural city safe. Unfortunately, they were just two people and definitely not at the same power level as those who ruled New Orleans before them. All that to say, some things had slipped through the cracks, and many a life had been lost.

Even after everything, the Mikaelsons' deaths, Damon's, the two girls put all of their effort into in the Faction. But it wasn't the same, and it probably never would be again. The humans were in power, and they sought the deaths of all supernatural creatures throughout the area and further. New Orleans seemed only a stepping stone in their grand scheme of irradiating all supernatural creatures forever.

The Faction was barely anything anymore, just Elena and Caroline in the living room of Elena's house trying to sort through information and make some sort of game plan. But both girls were also fraught with guilt, missing their spouses, and uncertain how to keep their own heads above water, let alone an entire city's worth.

Elena dropped a stack of papers on the table in front of her with a long sigh before rubbing her eyes and standing up. "Is this useless?" she asked, looking at the blonde who had also been through hell and back. Somehow, they both persisted. "I don't even know where to start without going on a hunter killing spree." Obviously, for many reasons, that was off the table. She walked over to the adjacent kitchen and grabbed two blood bags out of the fridge, along with a pint of Ben & Jerry's from the fridge and two spoons.

She sat back down on the floor in front of the coffee table, tossing Caroline one blood bag and putting the ice cream on the table between them. She took a long sip of her own blood bag, relishing in the way it made her feel. More level, in control. "How did Klaus do this?" she asked, looking at her friend sympathetically. "Keep everyone safe?"

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Seeing her again always hurt something deep in his soul. It brought up old memories, reminded him of being curled up with her on the couch, and reminded him of their I love yous that felt so recent and yet like they'd occurred in another lifetime entirely. They'd been different people then, both of them. Her: attached to reality and him: clinging to her like he would fade away otherwise.

Despite the cold distant gaze she leveled at him, he could not look at her and see anyone else but the woman that he loved. And it pained him, squeezed his chest tight in a way he didn't want to think about, to look at her and feel everything he knew she didn't. And yes, it would have been so much easier to cave, to turn over his own soul for the bloodlust that haunted every waking moment. But where would that get him? Where would it get them? If he indulged her, there would be no turning back.

To save her, he needed to keep his own head above water. And while, yes, of course, it was about saving her, somewhere along the way it became about saving himself too. In losing her, he found himself somewhere along the way. He figured out how to control himself, how to remain stable, even in her absence, in the absence of love and friendship, and everything that kept him grounded.

But looking at her over the bar, god did it stir up those feelings again. It always did. Every time he'd found her out on the road, even if they didn't speak, even if it was just from a distance, his heart clenched, the bloodlust groaned. It would have been so easy to look away. Not just then, but always. And maybe he should have, maybe it would have been better for his sanity if he'd just moved on. But as simple as it seemed, in reality, it was impossible. There was no thought on the matter, in fact, it had never even crossed his mind to give up on her. Giving up on her would be giving up on himself, and he needed the stability more than anything else these days.

So he let his eyes bore into hers, soft, gentle, caring. I love you, they said. He looked at her the same way he did before everything. Like it was still a year prior and they were curled up on the couch watching musicals and not watching them.

He refilled his own glass and poured one for her as well, offering it out without releasing his hand. No, he wanted her to touch him. Wanted her to feel the sensation of his skin on hers, even for a moment. Wanted that shock to go through her fingertips. Another small moment, another offering. I'm still here and I still love you. Feel something. I dare you.

Offering a small smile, he said, "Ah, well. Ripping heads off gets old, in my opinion." The desire to reach out and touch her was so loud. His free hand balled into a fist at his side, out of her view. "Why are you really here, Hope?"

FINDING HERSELF IN NEW ORLEANS, had happened by mere coincidence ⸺ the rumors of a city that was up in constant flames, seemed the perfect backdrop for her new found love of DESTRUCTION. “ she’d left her mark in every place she’d visited, the hundreds of lives she’d claim were not enough, because with every kill came a thrill, one that she no longer fought but instead embraced. a woman on a power trip, hope mikaelson had finally decided to live up to the FEAR and PANIC her birth has warranted twenty eight years ago by becoming something much worse than anyone’s worst nightmares could have told them.

but even mass slaughter could become routine and the curiosity for her old stomping grounds did linger in the back of her mind. so what was a small stop, to say hello? she’d pulled the bar door open without thinking through it twice, propping herself on one of the bar stools ⸺ with an icy blue stare and a smirk on her features as she waited to be noticed by the ONE piece of her ‘ new ‘ puzzle that had been missing.

the failure in not being able to drag the vampire down with her, was one she could forget about most days, because’ missing him ‘ would require emotions and it had already been established that they were useless. no it was more so an unscratched itch that felt more like a minor inconvenience, where as before being apart of him would have devastated her. “ rumor has it that nostalgia’s a bitch ⸺ figured i’d test the theory. “ a pout formed on her lips. “ i’m bored. “

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001. heath & ingrid - flashback @devouredxmuses

For the private investigator, there were many a time in his life when he wished he could turn off the influx of information that found its way to his doorstep. Today was one of those days. Because upon learning of everything that had happened in the Mikealson family, his first and only thought was to seek out Ingrid.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea he'd ever had before, but after their kiss at the bonfire, he felt the need to say something. And it was more than that, really. No matter how much she denied the fact that they were friends, Heath saw her in that light. And for his friends, he cared deeply. And perhaps it was leaning toward something more, but that didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was that she'd lost people. If anyone knew how that felt, it was him. Well, in reality, most of the city of New Orleans had likely experienced a loss at this point. What mattered was that she wasn't alone, and every bone in his body needed to hold her and tell her those words, needed to make sure she knew.

It didn't even cross his mind to think that he'd be overstepping some boundary, to think that she didn't need nor want his help. All he thought about was how he could help as his feet carried him in the direction of her house—which he definitely shouldn't have known the address of. When there was no answer, he moved through the city, hoping to find her at a bar or bookstore or something.

When he finally found her, he offered her a soft smile as he approached. "Hey," he said. It was incredibly difficult to be casual when he'd spent the better part of the day trying to locate her. Maybe that was crazy, anyway. Maybe he should have taken it as a sign, stopped, and gone home. But he was nothing if not persistent. Coming to a stop in front of her, he tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to get a read on how she was feeling and coming up completely blank. After everything it took to find her, he'd lost the words in his throat. What was he even supposed to say to her now? Are you okay? The answer was obvious. How are you doing? Also probably not very helpful. I'm sorry. He knew she'd probably received hundreds of unsympathetic apologies already. So he just stood there, looking like a complete idiot with his hands in his pockets. "I just, uh," he stammered. "Wanted to see how you were doing. After everything," he said finally.

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001. laurie & hope @tribridcrsed

Since waking up nearly two years ago, life had been a whirlwind for the vampire who now stood inside an empty bar with a glass in his hand. Falling in love a second time had never been on his bingo card, and letting her slip through his fingers after a devastating incident certainly wasn't either. With the glass in his hand, he flipped through a folder of records with the other. All the places they'd been, the people they'd killed. He should have stopped keeping track months ago, but he couldn't. There had to be someone keeping tabs, someone checking in on them. Things were already well past alright, but keeping tabs was all he was capable of by this point.

He'd tried, god had he tried, to reel her back in from the beginning. He'd tried to be there for her when her family died, tried to be supportive when she turned her humanity off. For months he tried and tried, doing everything he could think of to bring her back down to earth. Despite her killing his one friend, he couldn't not try.

Even as his thoughts told him maybe it was time to give up, he just white-knuckled the glass of bourbon and closed the case files, dragging his hand through his hair before downing the rest of the glass. This nightmare had gone on for far too long. He'd thought by now, after a year that she'd find her way home, find a way to turn her humanity back on. But still, he stood alone, hope dwindling. Turning off his own humanity certainly would have solved the problem a lot sooner, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd been lost in that world for far longer than Hope, and he could still remember the guilt that came with turning it back on. He couldn't go through it again, but he could stand by and wait for her, wait to help her through it. Because despite her absence, everything he did was still for her.

He lifted his head, eyes finding hers immediately, barely recognizing them. They felt so different. Cold. He cleared his throat, looked away. "Missed stealing your old friend's liquor, huh?"

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BASICS

name: elena gilbert face claim: nina dobrev label: the martyr species: vampire age: 28 / 48

PERSONALITY

cancer | esfj

+ caring + brave + protective - overbearing - impulsive

BACKSTORY

It took a long time, but Elena finally settled into the idea of being a vampire. Once she was comfortable in her skin, she and Damon got married. Everything seemed like fate, falling into place to create the life she'd wanted most since she was a kid. When a distant relative passed away, she jumped at the chance to look after their child. She and Damon adopted Theodore without hesitation. Elena gave Theo everything he wanted growing up and was always there to support him through everything. She loves him more than anything else in the world, which is probably why she lets him get away with far too much. With their nest empty, Elena and Damon moved to New Orleans, missing living within walking distance of their best friends. Unfortunately, New Orleans didn't prove to be the safe haven they thought it would. When Inadu struck, many people died. But it wasn't Inadu who killed her husband, but Hope. A girl that Elena thought she trusted with her entire heart. After Damon's death, Elena learned that he'd been romantically involved with her best friend Bonnie a number of times throughout their marriage. Distraught, and uncertain how to move forward with her grief and anger, she channeled all of her energy into The Faction, fighting to keep the city safe against the humans who threatened to extinguish the supernatural for good.

CHAPTER ONE: THE TIME JUMP (2040-2041)

Elena and Caroline have stuck together (literally, at the hip) to keep New Orleans as safe as possible for the supernatural beings who live there. Elena, Caroline, and Stefan, however, are struggling with the massive threat, and if help doesn't arrive soon, the supernatural might be extinguished for good.