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Come back to the school with me, face Hope and Josie, and then they will help you face whatever comes next. We all will.

LIZZIE SALTZMAN & LANDON KIRBY Legacies — season 2 episode 8

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she didn't expect them to know who she was. even in the group rescued from the hell dimension she was just another name, another life... but dahlia remembered them. she'd been barely a child when all this started, but anyone who had been in the salvatore school for any amount of time knew who the infamous hope mikaelson was even before the world fell apart. "then my statement stands." they shrug, trying not to dwell on memories that wanted to surface. "literally and metaphorically, to be honest."

hope isn't one to often speak in metaphors, leaving nothing to confuse or twist the meaning of her words. "i meant it literally." the tribrid turns to the other, another face in the sea of dozens that she's been tasked to save.

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no fists had flown yet. that, he supposed, was progress. "first, yes, its actually me." it was just instinct that brought those words to his lips. there had been entirely too many times that someone or something had impersonated him for a host of reasons and he fully expected them to be cautious. he'd really be shocked if they weren't. "second, i don't really know but I suspect it has to do with why you're still clearly you but displaced here." he moves slightly closer and more into view. "I was in Limbo, in between ferrying souls, and a portal opened. I almost stayed but something told me to take the chance so I did."

there's a small part of them that had believed with the time spell, that landon would be in his world of limbo in a different world. unreachable, unable to ever come home. the two had parted as friends, sharing a last moment and promises that hope intended to keep forever. so imagine their surprise when the sound of his voice broke through the silence around them.

"landon?" questioning his arrival was only instinctual. too many times someone has tried to use landon against her, trickery to take down the tribrid. at least she trusts that wyatt would never do this to her, they would never impersonate him when just the sight of them does the same. "how are you here?" or perhaps... no, she doesn't remember dying.

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little did they know that they had that in common... the existing somewhere in the in-between and entirely misplaced in time. landon had no idea where he stood metaphysically. was he human? phoenix? still somehow the ferryman? or was he something else entirely? it was nearly impossible to tell yet, but he was sure somehow the universe would make it known sooner rather than later in ways that would be pleasant to no one. he quirks his brow at lizzie's response, leaning against the railing. "right. I'm sure. all I said was fancy seeing you here."

feet are planted firmly, standing on the precipice of a balcony that had come to feel like a gilded cage overlooking a sprawling metropolis. it was a city that was a mistress of illusion, self - painted in vibrant hues of neon and moonlight like a masquerade ball for the senses. beneath her, a jazz band upheld a tempest of rhythm, their notes as intoxicating as absinthe. it was weird. she was a witch, a vampire, and a saltzman— a potent mix of power and vulnerability, yet she felt more like a ghost here in new orleans than she did anything else.

maybe that had to do more with being stuck in the past, a place she didn't and never would belong to, than the spiraling city itself. maybe it was just her head working against her once more, undoubtedly to dig out the very worst until it had risen to the surface. maybe it was something else altogether. whatever it was, it left her feeling like just another face in the crowd in the heart of the supernatural. "what?!" it was a feeling that hadn't exactly gone over well, leaving her to mull until the impatient pinch of another's voice snapped her back. "what— no. no, i was totally listening."

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"never hurts to check." dahlia swats at dawn's legs, smiling sweetly and making no move to close the blinds. "get up, i'm bored and now it's your problem."

"wha-- no, i'm not a vampire, it's just way too bright out right now." and dawn stayed up far too late to be awake right now.

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dahlia side-stepped the hands reaching to touch the wound in her side, barely restraining herself from smacking them away. "i'm fine." the blood slowly soaking the fabric of their top belied that statement, but they didn't want anyone touching them right now much less the man vaguely responsible for 18 years of actual hell.

"yeah, so let's try that again," he may not have had whitelighter healing but chris knew first aid well enough, and he wasn't one to turn away when someone needed help. "where were you hit?"

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Okay. Who made him sad? I just wanna talk.

endless gifs of Landon Kirby (24/?)

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Landon + elements

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favorite legacies characters [ 2/? ] landon kirby

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old (2020)

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he'd kept his distance, not wanting to interrupt whatever their life was until he had a handle on his own existence, before deciding that the powers that be could fuck him dry again in the next breath so he should take his chances. and hope he didn't get cold-cocked coming up a few feet behind them... "I seem to remember you being past that rollercoaster of thought last time I saw you."

❛  it  takes  a  monster  to  destroy  a  monster.  ❜

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"if it didn't before it definitely does now." the cacophony already present in the bar is underscored by the light scrape of the napkin dispenser being pushed across the bartop in the man's direction. something like this might have given him pause once upon a time but right now landon just couldn't really care. wasn't his business, but that didn't mean he wanted the last dregs of stale liquor on his clothes from what remained of someone else's former glass.

there was no water in stefan's lungs. he was breathing, he was breathing, he was breaking -- the glass in his hand. crap. "that..." what was worse, admitting something was wrong or looking like an asshole who didn't like his drink? "there was a crack, i think." stefan said instead, though it came out as something of a murmur. "guess i don't know my own strength." he did, of course. hello, vampire. but that needn't be broadcasted to the other patrons.