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@mysticismss:

EVEN IF IT WERE JUST A SIMPLE MOMENT, it felt as if that moment in itself had lasted forever. it had been a long while since he last laid eyes upon her. too long…and yet seemingly not long enough. it was not that he had wished to never see her again, but rather that considering the circumstances of how they left off…he wasn’t exactly jumping at the idea of seeing her once more. nonetheless, it seemed somehow despite being immortal, time was becoming of her, or maybe that was just the nostalgia speaking. “no,” he said a bit questioningly as he looked at her, brow ever so slightly raising. “but i expect that you already knew that, marjorie.” 

It was strange to hear him say her name after all this time. She sipped her drink nervously a part of her contemplating running straight out of Mystic Falls, the other part contemplating running into his arms and holding him close. “I suppose I do know that, Alixandre.” She set down her drink before turning so she could face him. He was just as handsome as she remembered him being, though with a significantly better haircut. He was still completely familiar to her though, he was the only thing she ever knew truly cared about her. “Did you ever think of me? After all this time did you ever wonder what happened to that girl from England you loved all those centuries ago?” She could care less that it wasn't an appropriate question to ask the man. She had a feeling she would regret knowing the answer but she needed to know.

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@thefairestnightmare:

Jasper had been perched at the bar for the last hour, nursing the same beer as he surveyed the room. The supernatural presence in the town was enough to make his skin crawl. A normal human wouldn’t have been aware of it, ignorant and content to pretend that monsters weren’t real, that they were just stories told to children and on Halloween. While the hunter loathed all supernatural creatures, none so much as vampires…and Mystic Falls was crawling with them.

He took another swig of his beer, just enough to taste. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been drunk, or rather he didn’t like to think back on that time, it felt like he had an entirely different person’s memories. A musical voice pulled him from his inner musing, he surpressed the instinctual disgust that curled in his gut as he looked over her pretty unchanging face. A pleasant and charming smile lit up his features, and he gestured to the seat next to him.

“Not at all.” 

She smiled back at the man as she sat down in her seat as she ordered a drink. “I’m sorry I am still trying to learn who everyone is in town so I don’t know your name.” She explained before holding her hand out to shake. “I’m Marjorie.” She said though she couldn’t help but watch the man closely. She didn’t know anything about him and she hated not knowing everything about the person she was talking to. When her own beer arrived she sipped it her eyes still watching him curiously. “Are you new in town or a resident here?”

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@mysticismss:

THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT HE HAD HIS SHARE of small conversations here and there with a stranger or two, though most seemed short lived. he supposed that in some ironic sense that was the oddity about recent years. it seemed that most were incapable of having a conversation that actually stimulated his interest. what a pity. as the bartender made their way over, alixandre in that same instance heard the inquiry made by another to of which he replied without looking. “no,” he began as he signaled to the bartender for another round before finally looking over to brunette, his posture straightening a little as his gaze became locked on hers, “it’s all yours.” 

When her eyes met his she took in a deep breath in shock. How had she not realized it was him earlier? A million thoughts ran through her head as she sat down. Would he recognize her? Would he be happy if he did? What if it wasn’t him and just someone who looked like him (after all it had been a long time)? Was she even happy to see him? Honestly she didn’t even know herself what she thought. Her gaze didn’t leave his as she ordered her drink. “So are you from here?” She asked not sure what to say but as soon as those words left her mouth she wanted to go and hide in a ditch for the rest of her immortal life. 

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Queen Victoria in France, 2x05 

     requested by anonymous

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Marjorie had quickly discovered the only place that anyone ever was in Mystic Falls was the Grill. Though the venue wasn’t Marjorie’s top choice for places to spend her time she enjoyed being around all the people. She walked into the The Grill that night like any other night to have a drink when she noticed the bar was as filled as usual. Seeing a seat open she walked up glancing around. “Excuse me is this seat taken?”

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@jgilbcrt:

“how am i this behind on assignments?”  he groaned, burying his head in his history book as a sign of defeat.  “we’ve only been in school a month.”  jeremy had decided — perhaps a little later than most would suggest — that he would start putting effort in again.  it had been so much easier when he was skipping school, though. 

Marjorie had been sitting near the boy in the library in one of the comfortable chairs reading a book, the library had quickly become one of her favorite places in the town. When she noticed the boy complaining about school she smiled sympathetically. “If you’d like I could help?” She offered. “Though it depends on the subject I’m rubbish at science.”

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@jackson-ainsworth:

Jackson was a known speed reader, though, he was toning it down a bit in public. He’d gotten a few pages deep when he heard the smallest of voices pipe up. His head turned to the side and his flat face gave a small sigh. With his brows knit slightly, she stood up, and moved to get the book for the girl. Bringing it down in the space between them he finally cracked a small smile. “This the one, love?” 

Marjorie smiled as she took the book from him. “Thank you, you are my knight in shining armor.” She joked and couldn’t help but laugh slightly at her own joke. It took her a moment to notice his accent and her gaze changed to one of curiosity. “I’m sorry to be rude but where are you from? I mean your accent certainly doesn’t match the locals.” She rambled ever so slightly. 

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@xsvcrilege:           

            “Seems as if I have to occupy my time with small followers.” Akacia said a little annoyed that not all her pack was there. “Yes, I am. Like I said I prefer cities than small towns. Akacia.”       

Marjorie nodded watching her curiously. “I have a feeling this town’s residents will supply plenty of entertainment despite the size.” She said thoughtfully as she listened to her talk about cities. “I have to agree with you, a small town certainly isn’t my first choice but it could be worse.” 

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@wickcd-ways:

“ ᴏᴋᴀᴀᴀʏ..” sʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, finally make it back around for the interview, “So, you’re here about a the bartending position, I would just like to ask you a few questions…your name for starters, how long have you been bartending, where were your last two positions et cetera. ”  

“Of course.” She said her smile easily hiding any sort of nerves she had. “Well my name is Marjorie Schade. I’ve bartended off and on over the last 3 years back in London at a few different bars.” She explained though it had been closer to 30 years since the last time she actually worked in a bar. 

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@wickcd-ways:

ᴋᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, reaching out to play with Marjorie’s hair pointedly, “You know me, I’m basically on the World’s Most Wanted list, but you’re extra cute when you worry, it wasn’t intentional. I apologize.“ 

“I know that’s why I worry.” She pointed out smiling slightly as Katherine played with her hair almost as if they were falling back into their same routine from 100 years ago. “And it’s alright, I just missed running with someone else.” She admitted, life in hiding from her enemies could get lonely and Katherine was one of the few people she knew who understood. 

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@jackson-ainsworth:

A finger lifts to the bridge of his nose to push his glasses up as his eyes gaze upon the books in front of him. His hand falls to his side again. “You think they’d keep something worth reading here.” Jackson mumbles to himself while his arm extends up to grab a book with a red spine. The name looking familiar. The Brit places it under his arm against his torso and looks for a much older looking book before grabbing it as well, and returning to his table at the end of the row to dive in.  

One of the bad things about being short is Marjorie could never reach the highest shelf. She stood in the aisle staring up at the book above her unsure what to do until she spotted a man sitting at the table at the end of the row. “Excuse me?” She quietly called out trying not to disturb the quiet haze of the library. “Can you help me reach this book?” 

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Marjorie tapped on the bar of the Grill lightly newspaper in hand. After seeing an advertisement for a job as a bartender she decided it would be a decent fit and allow her to blend in. That night she made her way to The Grill and now was waiting for her interview. Surprisingly she felt like a ball of nerves despite the fact she could simply compel the person to give her the job. She continued to tap nervously trying not to imagine every horrible thing that could happen. 

@wickcd-ways

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Marjorie couldn’t believe Katherine was back in Mystic Falls, at first she had though Katherine was joking when she called but here they were sitting in Marjorie’s new living room of the apartment she was renting in the small town. “You know I started to worry, I hadn’t heard from you in months.” She started unsure what to say. “I’m glad you’re okay.” 

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@anoblexfacadex:

The previous evening had gone by in an instant at least until it dawned on him that regardless of the notions he put in place, his brother would always find a way around them of course one complication had been eliminated via a heart extraction…not his finest moment but needed none the less.

As he approached his car, his eyes landed on the individual before him “Yes, how can I help?” 

Marjorie had stopped for a bite as she arrived into town before going to her new home and in that time she had managed to drop her car keys. She began to feel as if she was going insane as she glanced under cars looking to see if somehow they had slid under one when she spotted them under the car next to her. 

Quickly she grabbed the keys but jumped hearing a mans voice before standing up. “Sorry, I dropped my-” She froze suddenly realizing the man in front of her was Elijah, the founder of The Strix, the group she helped destroy. “My keys.” She finished showing him the car keys in her hand. A million questions were running through her head as she wondered if she should get in her car and run from this town as fast as possible.  

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@xsvcrilege:

           “What is there to do in this town besides drinking yourself into oblivion? All I can think of is either partying, fucking, or making a little chaos to entertain the mind. && not in that particular order. ”  Yet she knew why they were there. Though she would have preferred for it all being in New York instead of this run down shitty town. Akacia bored was never good and the pack knew it. There was always something dangerous of the boredom of women like Akacia. 

Marjorie had only just arrived into the small town and she had decided to stop at what seemed to be the only populated spot in town, The Grill. She had ordered a drink at the bar and hadn’t expected anyone to talk to her so she was caught off guard when the woman spoke. She shrugged in response sipping her drink. “I have no idea I only just arrived so your guess is as good as mine.” She said simply finishing her drink quickly. “I’m guessing you’re new here too?” She asked glancing over the other woman before holding out her hand to shake. “I’m Marjorie.” 

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You tackled those demons.

Sharp Objects (2018-) Dir. Jean-Marc Vallée

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Quotes from awesome female characters: ↳ ❝ I do not respond to threats. I make them. ❞ - Jessica Pearson from Suits