My talk of virtue. When it suits my needs, I kill, maim, and torment. Even today, I terrorized an innocent. I used your hatred of her to get what I wanted. Wielded you like I would a sword.
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🌒️ — his words brought comfort. of course they did. nothing could calm her stormy mind quite like her family. but with age came wisdom, and with every passed year, hope found it harder to believe the promise of okay. “i can’t,” she whispered, finally. “it feels too much like love. too big, too heavy—too much a part of me to let it go.”
her words, heavy with a burden she couldn’t shed, stirred a quiet ache in him. “that weight you feel, it’s not just guilt, but the love woven into it, vast and unyielding. it’s part of you, yes, but guilt shouldn’t overweight your other emotions, feelings, and experiences. it is okay to be sad about some things, it’s okay to grieve. you have to believe that you’re stronger than what weighs you down.” || @humanitycease
❛ you will not fall. i will not allow it. ❜ ❛ i could torch him if you like. but you do seem attached. ❜ ❛ you’re making us look bad. stop it. ❜ ❛ i chose him for his inability to relent. ❜ ❛ at least i didn’t let you fall to your death. ❜ ❛ but i will not run. i wouldn’t be standing here if i’d quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome. ❜ ❛ the right way isn’t the only way. ❜ ❛ justice is not always merciful. ❜ ❛ the reason we’ll never be anything more than friends isn’t because of your rules. it’s because you have no faith in me. ❜ ❛ i’m used to functioning in pain, asshole. are you? ❜ ❛ in the darkest moments, it is our light that shines the brightest. ❜ ❛ fear is not the enemy, but rather the catalyst for growth and bravery. ❜ ❛ the only limits we have are the ones we set for ourselves. ❜ ❛ courage is not the absence of fear, but the willingness to face it head-on. ❜ ❛ going for blood today, are we, [name]? ❜ ❛ i don’t deserve you. but i’m going to keep you all the same. ❜ ❛ there’s nowhere in existence you could go that i wouldn’t find you, [name]. ❜ ❛ you look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ defenseless women have never been my type. ❜ ❛ even when i’m not with you, there’s only you. ❜ ❛ there is no me without you. ❜ ❛ i’ve been yours for longer than you could ever imagine. ❜ ❛ i know exactly who and what you are, [name]. ❜ ❛ we’re all broken in some way, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find beauty in the cracks. ❜ ❛ if i get my hands on you, really, honestly get my hands on you, i don’t know if i’ll be able to stop. ❜ ❛ she exists and i get turned on. i’ve come to accept that particular truth over the last year. ❜ ❛ fuck, i’m never going to get enough of you, am i? ❜ ❛ not that i wouldn’t climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances. ❜ ❛ let me guess, you could smell my perfume. isn’t that what always gives the heroine away in books? ❜ ❛ do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? it would be faster. ❜ ❛ hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. it steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs - on the probabilites. ❜ ❛ you can’t make me fall in love with you and then die. ❜ ❛ none of this is worth it without you. ❜ ❛ i’m so wildly in love with you that i can’t imagine what my life would look like without you in it. and i probably shouldn’t have said that, but if we’re doing this, then we’re starting from a place of complete honesty. ❜ ❛ you never considered that it was you i couldn’t stay away from? ❜ ❛ you turned oranges into a weapon, [name]? ❜ ❛ you’re going to be the death of me. ❜ ❛ have you always been this tall? ❜ ❛ no one stays friends forever, [name]. eventually those closest to us become our enemies in some way, even if it’s through well-intentioned love or apathy, or if we live long enough to become their villains. ❜ ❛ i need you to survive this, even if i hate that i still love you. ❜
"age may grant us years, but wisdom? that’s a rarer prize, often mistaken for cunning or mere survival.“ elijah would not necessarily say that either of them has become wiser over time; more experienced, certainly; but wiser?
”wisdom, what is it, truly? the ability to see beyond the self, to temper impulse with reflection? if that’s the measure, i wonder if either of us has claimed it. time can refine us, yes. it’d be a wonderful thing if it carved wisdom from our excesses. i’d like to believe it possible, that the centuries might soften our edges into something more than sharpened tools of our own making. but between us, tristan? i suspect it only hones the dance we’ve perfected—each step calculated, each feint a mirror of the last.“ although elijah has admittedly spent very little time watching tristan over the past couple of centuries – there was no joy nor desire in watching tristan shape the strix into something very opposite of what they were supposed to be. || @lordofthestrix
The bag thrown over her shoulder is feather light – she can get everything on the way. His words, on the other hand, feel heavy, suffocating; guilt settles in her gut, a parasite she’d claw out if she could. The walls are closing in and she needs out, out, out.
I don’t want to make you sad, she almost says. But the words won’t come. They never do, always getting stuck in her throat along with the rest of her damned feelings and vulnerabilities and weakness, and sometimes – rarely but sometimes – she wishes she could be different, softer, more open, less … less herself. A better sister.
But he has Bex for that. Freya now, too. Leah can’t.
Her hackles raise but she forces herself not to step back. She can’t quite look Elijah in the eye, though. There’s a reason she was trying to sneak out, coward style. “What are few years, decades, centuries in the face of immortality? We’ll always be here, you and I.” She shrugs. Then offers him a practiced smirk, like none of this even matters. “And let’s be honest, I’m not exactly a nice person to have around anyway. You’ll be fine.”
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
You are the old soul. You are a being full of quiet wisdom, but it did not come without earning it. Experience has weathered you quickly, yet you remain strong through it all. You are a bastion to those who need the support of a calm and resolute mind. The histories of the world are etched beneath your thick skin, and you hold dearly to things that others would quickly forget. You collect things within your branches, you give home to those left without, and you bear the weight of it all. But through all you have been through, you have not yet learned how to let go. You refuse to relinquish what you cherish so dearly and weep for every precious thing that falls from your branches. You must be careful, or else the past you cling to might destroy a brighter future.
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"immortality is only as good as the life you’re living. an eternity of luxury sounds a lot better than an eternity of struggle."
katherine’s words echoed with a practicality he couldn’t ignore, resonating with his own inclinations. his dark eyes flickered with a hint of agreement, though his expression remained thoughtful.
“i believe only a few would choose a life of struggle over a life of comfort and security if they were to have a choice, no matter if immortality is involved or not.” safety, love, peace, perhaps also comfort – aren’t these the real luxuries of life? many people had it, but did not appreciate it because they wanted to reach for material wealth because they didn’t realize that they had already found true luxury.
"but how do you come to such a conclusion?“ || @malka-lisitsa
Damon’s chin tilted just a fraction higher, the movement almost imperceptible, but his body was tense—frozen in that familiar stance he took when trying to shield himself from the sting of old words that always seemed to find him, no matter how far he ran from them. As Elijah’s voice sliced through the space between them, Damon’s jaw clenched tighter, the words lacing into him like daggers, each one finding its mark with painful precision.
Reckless fool. Chaos. Nuisance. They were the same words his father had used to tear him down, back when Damon was still trying to prove something to someone who had never cared. Those words had burned then, and they burned now, even if Damon would be damned before he let Elijah see how much they still hurt. His eyes narrowed just slightly, but the hurt was there—a fleeting flicker that Damon masked with well-honed indifference.
His pulse quickened, a ripple of bitterness spreading in the pit of his stomach. . You’ll never be good enough, his father had said, over and over, just like Elijah was saying now. The difference was, Elijah’s words cut even deeper. He was an Original, untouchable in his mind, with standards that no one, least of all Damon, could ever meet. And that disgusted Damon more than he could admit.
“Spare me, Elijah. You’re not the first narcissistic prick to try to cut me down with the same tired insults. Hell, I’ve got decades of practice ignoring people like you.” He leaned forward, the challenge in his stance unmistakable.
elijah stood utterly calm, his dark eyes fixed on damon with an unperturbed stillness. the lean forward, the venomous retort; none of it ruffled him.
"you bristle at insults, yet it was you who quipped about whether i feel pity for you. i am not a man who lies to someone just because the other person wants to be pitied. perhaps your words were meant as a jest but you should keep in mind that it’s your own flippancy that causes you to be seen as someone others do not take seriously.“ his tone stayed steady, untouched by damon’s bitterness.
”you’ve honed ignoring men like me, yet here you stand, stung, proving it’s a hollow boast. you rail against how i see you, but it’s your doing: thrashing about with no seriousness, no weight. others don’t take you serious because you invite it.” || @crowsalvation
🌒️ — “That’s the thing with blame. It has to go somewhere… and I’m what’s left.”
"hope, blame doesn’t rest on you by default. you’re not the repository for our family’s sins – nor should you be. what’s left is not a vessel for guilt, but a legacy of strength. don’t carry what isn’t yours. we’ve all played our parts: let that burden fall where it belongs.“ || @humanitycease
🏺 — “I hear you have a taste for Petrovas. Can’t blame you.”
elijah stood with his usual poise, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded who he believed to be stefan. the words laced with a casualness that piqued his suspicion.
"stefan, i’d think you’d be the one to speak on petrovas, given your history. elena, katherine: your own tastes seem rather… pronounced.“ his tone carried a sharp, deflecting bite, redirecting the insinuation. ”i keep my affairs discreet, unlike some. how you’ve come by such notions puzzles me. unless you’re fishing for something you’ve no business knowing.“ || @humanitycease
