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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | Season 2, Episode 8, "The Queen Who Ever Was"

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i am asking you to endure it. i am aware that this request is fundamentally selfish. i can offer no justification for it, no argument in its favour. it is simply the outcome i desire to see the most. so i am asking you

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violett beane as imogene scott → death and other details  → s1 e02

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happy pride from the original aroace 😎

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Drop (2025) | Violett Beane as Jen Gates

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i'm gonna take another break from rp for a while, take care everyone 🥰

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               The walls are closing in on her faster and faster. @deceptivemorals doesn’t take the bait – doesn’t get angry – and it throws her off balance. Instead, he mercilessly drags her insecurities out into the light, where they sizzle and trash around like a vampire sunbathing without a daylight ring. “Oh please. If I did die, you’d find a way to bring me back just to scold me for being reckless.” What she doesn’t say is that she’d do the same for him, minus the scolding part. She’d make fun of him instead. “Not that it’ll be necessary. I can take care of myself, you know.”

               With a mind of its own, her arm flies out, telling him to stop with the palm of her hand. That’s close enough. She’s so tense she’s nearly trembling with the force of it. “And what if I wasn’t your sister? Would you value me then?” It comes out more bitter than indented. Leah has never doubted Elijah’s devotion to family – he has loved them through everything, through time and space, even to his own detriment – but she doesn’t want to be tolerated due to some misplaced obligation.

               It’s who they are; broken pieces of a puzzle that has long stopped fitting together, pretending a little bit of glue can fix it.

               “I’m not – I’m not unsettled,” she hisses the word as if it personally offended her. To prove him wrong ( even though he’s right ), she forces herself to look him right in the eye. “Maybe I don’t want to give Nik the chance to get the daggers. Or maybe I simply don’t care.”

       elijah's eyes are fixed on leah as she slung the bag over her shoulder, her light shrug belying the weight he sensed beneath her words. "you’re right, immortality binds us, you and i, through years or decades apart." he stepped closer, "but do not see it as a matter of course; even what lasts forever has no claim that it actually remains so." they had lost finn, kol as well. two of them, supposed to exist for eternity. and while elijah knows that finn hadn't been content with the immortality that was forced upon them, he also knows that leaving this realm hadn't been his choice. not under these conditions, at least.

      "you cast yourself as a burden, a shadow better gone. stop it. you’re not rebekah’s loveliness or freya’s resolve, but you’re no less my sister. i don’t need you to be ‘nice’ to value you." and he hoped that leah would come to actually see and understand this. he loves her, no matter if she decides to run or to stay.

      "you sneak away, avoiding my eyes, because facing this, us, unsettles you. but while i understand your desire to leave without a word, i would hope to get a proper goodbye. i'll be fine, leah, and i won't stop you. not because you’re unwelcome, but because i endure. we’ll always find each other again, leah. that’s not a hope it’s a fact i am looking forward to." || @troubleah

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               “I’m not staying. Not for long.” Never long enough for roots to take, going where the wind blows. “Her spell made us strong. Invincible. Pushed us right to the top of the food chain.” Without it, illness would have likely claimed Leah before she had the chance to reach her twenties – and look at her now, thousand years old and counting. She doesn’t mourn Esther. Won’t cry for her. But she feels like she owes something to the woman who birthed her, twice; if only to pay her disrespects. “Whatever we’ve done with it, whoever we’ve become? Yes, well, that’s on us. I thought you, of all people, would agree.”

               Something about @vermelain's gaze still makes her squirm, shift from one leg to the other as she straightens her back. The smile she sends him is too wide, too innocent – the kind of smile she would hide behind in their human years, whenever Finn caught her doing something she knew she shouldn’t be doing. Always getting in trouble. Always wandering off. Never listening. That girl is long gone and yet, she lives on in the little things.

               “Oh, it’s just my hair. New cut. You should have seen me when I dyed it blue for a few years,” she offers, flippant, lingering in the doorway. Because they have changed. She doesn’t know what Finn, this Finn, is capable of. Is all he wants a conversation? Is this a trap? Will he break out in macarena? The safest bet would be to turn around and flee, leave him to sulk alone, but she can’t bring herself to do that.

               Blood is what a vampire craves above else; Leah’s curiosity is nearly as insatiable.

               Hands in her pockets, she walks in the room. “After all those dramatics? You better tell me what this is really about.” She plops down on the couch, rests her feet on top of the coffee table, stills – except her eyes, darting between him and all the exits. “You have my full attention, big brother. For now.”

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The  silence  in  the  old  study  was  thick  with  the  scent  of  aged  paper  and  candle  wax,  the  kind  of  silence  that  made  even  the  walls  seem  to  breathe  with  memory.  Finn  stood  near  the  tall  window,  framed  in  the  waning  afternoon  light,  his  hands  clasped  loosely  behind  his  back—too  still,  too  proper,  like  a  portrait  in  mourning. He  didn’t  turn  when  he  heard  her  footsteps  behind  him.  He  didn’t  need  to.  He  felt  her  presence  before  she’d  crossed  the  threshold.  A  soft  breath  escaped  him,  not  quite  a  sigh,  not  quite  relief. ❝ You  came. ❞

His  voice  was  low,  marked  with  something  heavy—exhaustion,  perhaps.  Resignation.  But  beneath  it,  something  else  flickered:  hope,  raw  and  reluctant. ❝ I  wasn’t  sure  you  would. They  buried  Esther  again  yesterday.  This  time  with  flowers,  like  it  could  mean  anything.  Elijah  said  it  was  for  peace.  Niklaus  didn’t  speak  at  all.  I  didn’t  stay.❞  He  hesitated,  jaw  tightening.  ❝ She  tried  to  make  monsters  of  all  of  us,  and  still,  they  grieve  her.  I  wonder  if  that  makes  them  noble…  or  just  fools. ❞ He  finally  turned,  slowly,  his  gaze  meeting  hers  with  the  calm  intensity  that  always  unnerved  their  siblings.  But  this  time,  it  was  gentler—less  of  the  detached  elder  brother,  more  of  the  man  who’d  once  sworn  to  protect  her  before  the  world  taught  both  what  that  promise  cost.

❝ They  said  you’d  changed. ❞  His  eyes  searched  her  face,  not  for  flaws,  but  for  proof  that  time  had  not  stolen  everything  familiar.  ❝ But  I  suppose  we  all  have. ❞ A  pause.  Deliberate.  Unspoken  questions  hung  in  the  stillness  between  them. ❝ You  look  well…  considering. ❞  His  mouth  curved  in  the  barest  shadow  of  a  smile—melancholic,  uncertain.  ❝ Is  this  the  part  where  we  pretend  nothing  happened,  or  shall  we  finally  speak  plainly,  sister? ❞ He  turned  from  the  window  and  walked  toward  the  fireplace,  where  the  logs  had  burned  down  to  embers.  He  didn’t  sit.  Instead,  he  stood  facing  the  flames,  as  if  afraid  that  resting  would  anchor  him  to  something  he  wasn’t  ready  to  feel.

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               Three centuries ago, Leah swore that she never wanted to see any of them ever again – but mother dearest knows best and, even from her grave, is hellbent on proving her wrong. When they dump @sonofmikael into the crammed cell, all she feels is relief. Like she’s already safe, already rescued, because big brother is here and he wouldn’t let anything too bad happen to her.

               Not that Elijah is in any shape to help, being unconscious and all. Gods, what if he’s dead? Dead in the way there’s no coming back from?

               She tries to shift closer to him – close enough to check, to shake or even kick him – but the chains hold her in place. Even if they weren’t enchanted, it’s been days since her last meal ( or shower. ew ) and she’s grown way too weak to break free. All she can do is wait. And wait. And wait. Thankfully, he wakes on his own; though it takes him long enough she’s managed to lock all her fear away behind a mask of disinterest.

               She shrugs. “Beats me.” Esther has been meticulous in hiding the clues. The room is bare and cold, no windows, just the locked door. The only source of light is a single flickering lamp. “Underground, I think, a basement or maybe a bunker. All I can hear are the rats in the pipes. Then again, that could be an illusion.” The thought gives her a pause. She squints at him, accusatory. He hasn’t changed a bit since she last saw him, not in any way that matters – his hair is shorter and he seems to have robbed a lawyer’s wardrobe but it’s the same face, the same voice, the same brother. Or is he? “Wait. You could be an illusion too. You are an illusion, aren’t you?” It’d not be the first time mother has messed with her mind. Made her see things. Hear things. All to break her, force her to accept her deranged offer.

               Fury raising in her throat, she gives her binds a good tug. "Oh, I'm so going to murder her!"

It was something of a feat to snatch an Original off the street - while he wasn't entirely immune to vervain, the amount and concentration needed to incapacitate him was greater than that of your average vampire. There was no reason why Elijah shouldn't have been able to fight off the men who came for him with ease and yet the first thing he felt was the fire from within, the burning of his veins as his blood pumped the vervain around his body, of such a sufficient strength that he was rendered momentarily weakened. It was not your average vervain.

In fact, it was a proprietary blend of herbs put together by his dear mother, but of course he didn't know that. He'd fallen unconscious and when he woke, he found himself bound and tied, unable to move properly. The burning had lessened though it wasn't entirely gone. The place he found himself in did not appear nor smell familiar. But there was one thing, a scent and a sound, her voice breaking the silence. A voice he would know anywhere, as familiar as his own. The voice of someone he had been looking for.

It had clearly been a trap, some grand plan, and he'd fallen for it. He would fall for it everytime, if it meant going after his siblings. His sister, this time, but not Rebekah nor Freya. Leah. He'd been searching for her for weeks, but not even Freya and her magic had been successful in finding her. Apparently, it hadn't mattered. He'd been spirited away to the same location, and what he was greeted with when he came too and saw her was her looking mildly annoyed. What a rescue! He'd done his best. "Leah?"

"Where are we?"

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               The question grabs her by the throat and squeezes until Leah feels short of breath she doesn’t need. Effortless? Really? Illness had chained her first, from the moment she was born until her very last breath as a human ( even now, the phantom pain lingers, eager to strike ). Then came the weight of her name. The fear of Mikael and, eventually, of her siblings.

               Silence stretches for too long for it to be natural. Quickly, she throws @survivingpierce a smirk – nonchalant and practiced, a mask. “Yes, well, we all have our shadows.” Ironically enough, they share a Nik shaped one. Does Katherine suspect something? Is she digging? “The trick is to never get attached to anything. Anyplace. Anyone.” She shrugs to shake the sudden tension off her shoulders. “To care is the biggest leash of all, a vampire’s greatest weakness. The world keeps turning no matter what; so will I.”

@troubleah requested a starter around the word 'freedom' ♥

        "freedom’s a tricky beast, isn’t it?” she mused aloud, "but you wear it like a crown, darting about without a leash. i've clawed for mine through centuries, dodging chains, outrunning shadows. tell me, how do you keep it so effortless? or is it just a pretty illusion?"

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me about freya: babey, angel, cutest evil witch ever me about leah: dumpster fire, chaos gremlin, menace

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there are very few things stronger than her thrill seeking tendencies and the never ending desire to discover the world. on top of that list? her dislike - and even fear - of tight enclosed spaces. leah despises feeling trapped; both figuratively and literally. it goes back to her childhood, the sickness she had as a human that often kept her bedridden and too weak to move, and has only been made worse by the repeated daggerings. so jumping off a plane without a parachute? count her in. caving? she'd likely pass.

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writing be hard 😔

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leah loves gardening. she'd claim her only goal is to have fresh home brewed poison but it's something she genuinely enjoys doing and - the horrors! - she gets attached to her plants. she'll still leave them behind when the urge to move hits but it stings, just a little. she's rarely ever not restless but working in a garden slows her down