i ran from my enemies for 500 years, & then one day, i stopped. so call it PRIDE or VANITY, but after the life that i've led, i refuse to driftoff into the sunset.
{ There was something about the vibes the woman gave off that instantly had the red flags signaling. Something about her… well, Jasper had missed that warning last time he had gotten these vibes from a woman, and he wasn’t so keen on pushing them aside again.
❝ Oh? I would, but my form of punishment is frowned upon around these parts. So I suppose we’ll have to settle for keeping a close eye on you. ❞
❛ —— try me, goldilocks. ❜
breaking his neck would certainly be an effective means of keeping him quiet, leaving her to enjoy the new cesspool she unknowingly traveled into. but exerting such magic would be a waste, obviously not worth any of her effort. no, she’d settle for taunting him. milking the healing laceration to her palm, fresh, bright crimson rose to the surface, gaze unyielding, eagerly awaiting his reaction.
The sudden crash was prolonged by flickering lights, and few more seconds of the car’s shaky course. Once everything resumed natural working order, the passengers begun to recollect themselves. That included the cute blonde who fell right into lap. She was the girl he made eyes with, just moments before the train’s head-on.
Stefan withdrew his arm from her backside. “scuse me“ Apologetic for his lingering hand — but spoken in a fashion that hinted the right amount of confidence. Needless to say, the young Salvatore aimed to reap the benefits of his current situation.
"Sorry about that— are you alright?”
fate had nestled her comfortably in his lap, knowing that the collision of such decrepit, mangled souls could be disastrous. death lingered on her fingertips, on the very surface of her skin, on each corruptbreath, it clung to her aura just as it had to his. the predator beneath such an alluring façade, the MONSTER she made. & spontaneity would cause her to relish her creation, the game beginning.
though his hand lingered, her inconspicuous arch into his touch went undetected, conjuring a light rose hue to her cheeks, coy & apologetic yet no effort expended to shift from her perch. the fingers that clutched the fabric of his sleeve retreated to rest on her forehead, brow furrowing to accompany the shake of her head & flustered giggles arisen from artful deceit.
❝ i’m fine. it’s nice being off my feet for once. ❞
another laugh dripping with a virgin's innocence, azure oculars shifting to admire her current seat.
