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everyonelives2022-04-13 06:27 pm
blackstarred) wrote in everyonelives2022-04-13 06:27 pm
Entry tags:
- alice earp,
- allison argent,
- au bobby singer,
- bonnie bennett,
- buffy summers,
- caroline forbes,
- cooper sullivan,
- damian jericho,
- danny brighton,
- david gainor,
- davina claire,
- dean winchester,
- doc holliday,
- earth 2 laurel lance,
- evelyn sullivan,
- ezra adin-gainor,
- freya mikaelson,
- guest star,
- isaac lahey,
- jacqueline melroux,
- julian connors,
- kieran connors,
- kol mikaelson,
- lizzie saltzman,
- lydia martin,
- mary winchester,
- maxim melroux,
- melanie hamilton,
- mia smoak,
- michael sullivan,
- oliver queen,
- rebekah mikaelson,
- rhett butler,
- ryan atwood,
- sam winchester,
- scarlett o'hara,
- scott mccall,
- stefan salvatore,
- william queen,
- wynonna earp,
- ❦ cooper/william,
- ❦ damian/katherine,
- ❦ danny/lizzie,
- ❦ dean/elena,
- ❦ doc/rebekah,
- ❦ ezra/david,
- ❦ isaac/bonnie,
- ❦ kol/kieran,
- ❦ michael/evelyn,
- ❦ oliver/e2 laurel,
- ❦ ryan/caroline,
- ❦ sam/allison
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He has Lizzie. Between the two of them, they'll hopefully be okay, and she tells Lizzie as much. If they need her, she's a flight away, and if not that, she has Slayer contacts in the area.
But in the end, they eventually reach their destination at the front of the Queen Mansion. It's been so long since she's been home that her chest aches at the sight of it. Regardless of the complications in her mind, the mansion would always be home. She wasn't going to let her past life take that from her.
Over her shoulder, she hears Coop climb out of the car and go: "I think your house is bigger than any high school I've ever been to." She assumes he's exaggerating, so she ignores him.
Instead, she grabs her bag and steps up to the door, poking her head through as she opens it slowly.]
Dad? Laurel? Aunt Thea?
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Sitting on the table is a few Costco-style tins of different foods designed for different appetites - at least one vegetarian dish, just in case. There's also a wide range of drinks and as she sets a beer in front of herself and Bobby's places, she hears the sound of the door opening and footsteps making their way through the entrance.]
Hey, you're just in time.
[She makes her way around to the front with a smile.]
Dinner's ready.
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Really, what she needs the wall between is herself and Julian, stuck in a catatonic state that her initial impulses, magic-wise, aren't able to rouse him from. She doesn't like that she doesn't have the answers to fix him, as having answers is generally what she's best at. She pauses in front of the dresser, pulling her rings off her fingers one by one and removing the rest of her jewelry. The manual process lets some of the scales of armor fall away and helps to clear her mind and wind her down.
This is a safe place. She is allowed to be vulnerable here. She glances back to where Kol is stretched out on the bed. Part of her just wants to curl up under his arm and be held for a moment, but there's still a voice in the back of her mind that won't let herself let her guard down that completely. Not right now.]
Have you heard about your sister?
[She hasn't forgotten that he chose her over Rebekah and her safety, despite the fact that the two other Original vampires went off to help her.]
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Scarlett does not.
It's not that the countryside isn't beautiful. The rolling hills can be quite breath-taking when the sun hits them just right. But the sun is in fact the problem. Dreary and drafty, the rain has not let up for the entirety of their trip, and if she thought it would do anything of value, she would have complained to the manager long ago.
Still, she bursts into the pub as though the weather is intentional rather than an inconvenience. Shaking off her coat, she strides towards an empty seat at the bar, assuming that Rhett is not far behind, ordering herself a strong martini as she deftly shakes off her coat. The glass is placed down in front of her, and she grabs it, taking a long sip as she scans the room, taking in the ambience.
She stops, a slow smile spreading across her face when she sees a familiar face. Placing her drink down, she raises her voice just enough to get his attention in the din of the pub.]
Damon Salvatore. As I live and breathe.
[Neither mind that she neither lives nor has to breathe.]
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It's not an instance that she would like to repeat.
The rain comes down in sheets and torrents, the flat land of the midwest not allowing for many options to slow down the velocity of the wind. She's not driving - Ryan is - but it's not stopping her from gripping the arm rest on the passenger side whenever the wind whips against the car. And to make matters worse, they've just lost cell service.
Isaac and Bonnie are asleep in the back seat, having taken the day shift for driving so they could avoid having to stop for the night, but the worse the weather gets, the more Caroline's anxiety rises, and she shakes her head.]
We should find somewhere to stop.
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It's just another piece on the pile of suck that is his life. And while Lizzie is a big counterweight, sometimes it's not enough. So, manual labor, as he moves Lizzie into her NYU dorm.
He shifts the balance on the boxes in his hands, before peering around them to look at her.]
Where do you want this box of shoes?
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Granted, there is nothing about this room that would indicate a child ever lived in it. The rich wood furniture and muted colors look as though they were designed for a forty year-old man rather than the child that he was, but nothing has changed in this room since he was born. His mother kept an iron grip on the interior decorating, knowing that the Colony is run on appearances, and if there's anything out of place, it could be perceived as weakness. David spent his whole life being groomed not to make choices of his own, or think for himself. Is it any wonder that he didn't question the fact that his parents wanted to have him possessed?
If he's honest, the first choice he ever really made for himself was Ezra. And it's probably the reason, aside from love, where he's willing to dig his fingers in and not let him go, even if he has to bleed to do it.
He stares up at the ceiling, not wanting to disturb his husband, but eventually there's a brief sizzle-pop of a magical note landing on the table next to him. His parents hadn't been there to greet him - only Delores, the woman who practically raised him in their stead. But this note was written in his father's firm, blocky penmanship, issuing an edict like his son is a servant rather than an equal.
He hears Ezra stir, and sighs.]
We're having dinner with my parents tonight.
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The only one leaving to not return is Freya, having touched base with their missing brother and saying that Kol was in need of her assistance in Baltimore. Rebekah laments that her visit with her sister has been so short, but the faster Kol's situation is resolved, the sooner she will be able to see him for herself and meet this new plaything he's reported to have.
Time to gauge how serious a situation it is.
A knock sounds on the door as she finishes cleaning up the remains of Henry's dinner from the kitchen. He's reached the phase where food is a projectile, rather than a means for sustenance, but there are worse things he could be throwing, and he seems ever so delighted when he manages to strike home - home being his mother's face. Taking a breath, she makes her way over to the door, and can't help but blink in surprise when she sees the woman on the other side.]
Wynonna. What are you doing here?
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