#floribeth dalisay / answered.

[wastheheart]

✿ idk if you're still accepting the flower headcanon meme but if you are, i would like one, please and thank you <3

Send “ ✿ ” for 2 Headcanons Regarding Our Muses' Relationship || No longer accepting.

@floripire (thank you!)

One:

Flori and Esme are very close within the coven. Due to the Cullen's (bar Carlisle's) scepticism when Flori joined the coven, they kept themselves fairly distant until they could gauge whether she was trustworthy or not. Esme and Flori were friendly from the outset, only growing closer as Flori became more established within the coven. Eventually, the others saw sense too, but it was a tense first few weeks. To help keep Flori's mind off the negativity, Esme was quick to help teach Flori their way of life, immersing her in everything and happy to answer any questions she had.

Two:

They seem to be birds of a feather. Flori and Esme's interests are very much aligned with one another; it was another thing that helped them bond quicker, too. It's refreshing to be able to discuss things with a new face, and Esme genuinely enjoys the dialogue that each bring to the table! It's also great to have another museum buddy and someone who appreciates artefacts in general.

[floripire]

❛ I don’t scare easy, so when I do, I pay attention. ❜ (Abigail Starters)

abigail › @ask-alicelockwood

oh, gods. what is this hell of a town going to throw at them now? as if briefly resurrected moms and exes - and the plethora of other things that followed - weren't enough.

"makiagi tabi," floribeth whispers right before she and alice enter the woods of mystic falls. please, excuse us. may we pass?

brown and orange leaves crunch beneath her feet. technically, fall starts today but floribeth shivers like winter already came to mystic falls. it's cold. it's been cold for days. weeks, even. much too cold to be natural. (not that anything is ever any sort of natural in this town, or beyond it.)

she gnaws on the inside of her cheeks as she thinks. kim hughes? dead. jesse strohmeyer? dead. renee ford? dead. james stephens? dead.

the thread connecting them - or, rather, the connective tissue between them - was, aside from their humanity and enrollment at the local high school, the fact that they all competed in the miss mystic falls pageant on april seventeenth.

bartholomew fell jr had competed, too. sort of, anyway. he'd been sasha stoteraux' escort. and he'd been the one sounding the alarm when sasha hadn't showed up to school or to any of their pre-planned movie night-and-bestie hang outs. (final destination, bartholomew had said mournfully. that's what they were going to watch together.)

and right when the younger of the two is about to quip that this is all very scream, alice beats her to the punch and says: ❛ i don’t scare easy, so when i do, i pay attention. ❜

"because whatever or whoever killed those kids and spirited sasha away is still out there?"

maybe they should call doctor saltzman or mister williams and inform them of whatever the hell this new development is. she's already fishing her phone out of her pocket when she sees that there's yet another problem to be added to the list.

damn it, floribeth cursed underneath her breath. no cell reception.

"you said that if you die, i'd get all your books. if i die, you're getting---you'll get my books. i already promised loren and mia they'd get my funky sunglasses collection, leah gets my snow globe collection and i promised wade, mg, landon and jed they'd get my consoles if i ever get staked prematurely."

[littlebennettbitch]

"we’re gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves."

meme: back to the future prompts status: accepting (from mutuals)

Eyebrows raised at Floribeth's words, Bonnie glancing over at the other in bemusement. Her fork had already been poised, but now it hovered awkwardly over the plate. "You're saying that like it's a bad thing." She lifted one corner of her mouth in a grin. "It's not a bad thing, Flor."

[silencedrage]

FLORIBETH DALISAY ( @floripire ) said "okay but... your powers. if i may ask, how do they work?"

She startles a little at the question, not because she doesn't know the answer to it, but it's always a little jarring when people are so open with her about her powers. Years spent hiding had done a number on Lauren, and there's always a split second instinct to deny that she has any powers, that it must have been a trick of the light. She remembers those nights after she saved their minivan from the truck that lost control, how she stayed up until the birds started greeting the morning with her blanket pulled up over her head while she sought out any answers she could on the internet.

It's a very different world she's in now, surrounded by people who all have their own talents, and Lauren untenses and smiles at Flori. "Well, everything is made up of something, right? All those molecules floating around means there's some mass or matter to them. If something has mass, then it can be moved." She conjures a small shield with a flick of her wrists, the air around it shimmering in an otherworldly way. "My shields are just, molecules packed together so tightly that nothing can get through." She releases the pressure and the shield dissipates once more, and all looks normal again. "And moving mass creates energy. I don't really know how the rest of it works. Kinda got pulled out of school before I finished physics," she jokes.

"It's not really that special," she adds with a self-deprecating smile. "I can't really do anything but make shields. I'm not like Andy."

[floripire]

if i die i want you to have all my books.

text inspired > @ask-alicelockwood

"duly noted. i mean it, i'll keep it in mind. but, also, you're not allowed to die anytime soon, if at all. 'cause no one else wants to watch the rings of power with me and discuss the philosophies of tolkien's work."

[floripire]

we’re not gonna ask for power. we’re gonna take it.

the society deserved more seasons / @ask-alicelockwood with a mention of @shadowbrn's donovan lockwood

ah, so like the yonaka song. seize the power. floribeth is certain that it's on one of her many playlists, somewhere. (she just doesn't know which one at the moment. and yes, she really should consolidate her playlists, but today won't be that day.) "---does donovan know about this... plan too?"

[floripire]

❛ You're supposed to be shadowing me. Shadows don't fucking talk. ❜ ~ jordan

the fall of the house of usher // @thenightmareofyourdrems (jordan)

she can't bite jordan li. she can't bite jordan li. she can't bite jordan li. she can't bite---

instead of biting like she so desperately wants to, flori hisses before she realizes where she is, and with whom, and claps a hand over her mouth, apologizing quietly but sincerely.

still, there is one more thing to say: "i thought this school wanted people who make actual inquiry as opposed to being led by the hand like little sheep. how am i supposed to learn anything from you if you don't let me ask any questions at all?"

then flori falls silent.

after all, shadows don't fucking talk.

[floripire]

🕯️

inner thoughts / @wastheheart

she reminds me of my mom. which is strange because they're so different. different looks. different personalities. quite literally hailing from different times. but she still reminds me of my mom. maybe that's why it's so easy to call her mom, too.

"alice and jasper have fled the premises, rosalie, emmett and bree have gone hunting. edward's with bella and dad's at work. so it's just us today. anyway, it was a lot of sleuthing but i finally managed to narrow down the location of the statue you mentioned the other day; i found it, ironically, in a museum in doylestown, pennsylvania, that's dedicated to vampires and the paranormal. they showcased the statue on their instagram account."

[floripire]

❛ well, i’m not that type of hunter. ❜

werewolf by night ↪ @ask-alicelockwood

"but you could find him, right?"

"i mean, it might be nothing, but i haven't seen donovan in a while - he's my friend, and i'm getting kinda worried."

[floripire]

“So what are you doing up here? Did you follow me?” ~ luke

go go power rangers! // @thenightmareofyourdrems (luke)

"as a matter of fact, i did not."

the fact that she's able to speak to golden boy at all without tripping over her words, herself or her feet, is something that deserves a pat on the shoulder. flori keeps her eyes on the skyline and not on him.

"i just figured this tower's big enough for both of us. your friend-group wasn't the only one to sneak off campus tonight, and before you ask: no, i'm not here to befriend you and boost my ranking. i am not here because i have a secret crush on you - i don't date white people anymore and jed's way prettier than you are. what i really want, you cannot give me. but i am willing and able to just... co-exist here with you. look at the skyline for a while. breathe. at least, until we're thrown back into the fray that is god u."

[floripire]

“Stay together, and then when we see a chance, we run like hell.”

the movie that deserved a spin-off // @ask-alicelockwood

"---duly noted," floribeth nods, tensing and ready to run. "also, after this, you should definitely ask doctor saltzman for a raise because, seriously, you more than earned it. and you more than deserve it."

[floripire]

“No, I don’t expect you to understand.”

atlas: darkness // @viikingwitch

"you're correct. i might not understand what it's like to have magic and to lose it. because i never had it in the first place. as i'm sure the headmistress has told you, way back when you visited the school, my mom never told me or my dad that she was a witch. that, and she bound her powers after the loss of her younger twin sisters."

it's hard to lose something if you never had it in the first place, right?

floribeth's hands fold around the teacup. she lets the warmth seep into her skin before she takes a generous swig. it's mango flavored black tea. and she'd added honey, too.

a piece of chocolate would go well with this, she thinks, and makes a mental note to get some seasalt caramel as soon as possible.

"i can imagine, however, that it feels like losing a part of yourself. a limb, maybe. or a very important organ. like your heart, or your brain. my best friend, loren, has made that quite clear on multiple occasions."

it's not something that floribeth will soon forget. if ever.

"i do understand this, though. i understand the gordian knot of emotions that's been thrown into your lap after you turned. it's a hard task, untangling all of it. one of the hardest tasks ever, i'm certain. happiness becomes euphoria. anger becomes all consuming rage. sadness---" she shakes her head. "---you might as well feel as though you're flooding the entire world with all the tears you shed."

it doesn't take her all that long to finish her drink and she sets it down, sated and warm. for now.

"you know what, or rather, who helped me whenever times got tough for me? my friends. mg and kaleb. raf, landon and the saltzman twins. your niece, even. family helped me. mia and loren helped me. jed helped me too. i'm not about to tell you to go home, i'm not even about to tell you what to do. but can you, please, think about giving them a sign of life? all the people who love you are going to worry themselves into an early grave, if you don't."

[floripire]

i was a little busy keeping you all out of jail.

i should watch this show // @ask-alicelockwood

"and we really, truly, appreciate it! but we can return the favor! we can help! we've done stuff like this before, so please, let us help. we won't be in the way, i swear! i promise! pinkie promise, even!"

[floripire]

i’ll take care of it, just, stick to the story.

i should watch this show // @ask-alicelockwood

flori should probably stop looking at the body. the problem is, she can't stop looking at the body. it's mangled. bruised. broken. and there is so much blood. faintly, she registers alice's voice. dimly, she nods. stick to the story. stick to the story and alice won't get the third degree. stick to the story and no one is going to send her back.

[floripire]

careful isn’t really my thing.

i should watch this show // @shesboundtobruise

"nor mine, i can tell you that much. but mister williams will have my head this time around. probably not yours, though. potentially. maybe. hopefully. and hey, if anything that is decidedly, uh, un-careful happens, you can always tell him that it was my idea. i've got a tendency to drag my best friends into shenanigans, anyway."

[floripire]

❛ I knew him. Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing. ❜

interview with a vampire: 1994 edition // @ask-alicelockwood with a mention of @shadowbrn's donovan lockwood

"this adrian guy looked like he was a person who loved an argument," flori mutters softly. "but maybe he's not like that at all and that's just the vibe he gave off in this picture specifically. he must've done something wrong if you're not mourning his passing, though."

slender shoulders rise and fall as she continues to thumb through one of the many books available to her in the stefan salvatore memorial library.

flori closes the book and moves on to the next because mister williams will swing on by once more, asking for anything and everything useful that he can bring back to doctor saltzman.

for a pack that had only thirteen members, a lot of available information seems to be... scarce. and while normally, flori would appreciate the challenge, right now, she only feels a huge stress headache creep up on her with each book she closes and each one she opens up.

"are you sure that you don't want me to go find donovan? this was his dad's pack, after all. maybe he knows something? and even if he doesn't, maybe it's good for him to - you know - be out and about among the people. even if i'm one of those people. he's really lone wolf-ing it. which makes me sad. and worried. everyone deserves a friend. everyone deserves to have someone in their corner."