SHE TASTES SO SWEET. DON'T SUGARCOAT IT. ( dependant HAYLEY MARSHALL-KENNER for repreievehq... )
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MIKAELSON, K
“ the deepest of convictions are the darkest of positions —- best not to roll the dice and play the fool. ”
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if she had a dollar for every time a mikaelson said some cryptic, or vaguely threatening, she’d have enough money to build herself a compound to rival theirs out in the bayou. she simply doesn’t indulge him any further, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she waits for him to finish. with klaus, you’re always best to wait until he’s said whatever he needs to say before trying to get a word in edgewise — especially when it’s important. “ some people say hello, you know. ” despite the bite to her words, she is glad to see him. tumultuous relationship aside, a familiar face is an ally in a city like reprieve.
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DRACIA
she often only read books that she found in abandoned places or – some that she had collected and were given throughout the years . several out dated though , they were still entertaining . especially the books concerning past kings and queens . so much had changed through her time and being tossed into a whole different world was far too exhausting . especially given she didn’t have a single clue about the rules and such that existed . dracia’s nostrils flared a bit when the other woman grew closer . a werewolf . she didn’t trust them . not since the one helped created the monster that swallowed her parents and a few of her siblings .
eyes shifted towards her , noticing her defense . and it caused the dragon to tense up . “ one that i’m not familiar with . “ dracia replied , eyes glancing down for a second . did this other creature know what she was ? she had hoped not . her eyes followed to where the other’s flickered up . “ right . “ she hummed softly . “ thanks … “
they’re both tensed, like at any moment this could turn from civil conversation to a fight, and it’s what reinforces that this isn’t davina. while it’s no secret the witch didn’t always get along with the mikaelsons and anyone who supported them, this feels different. when the woman looks at her, she doesn’t see any recognition in her eyes. the assumption could come back to bite her but given nothing in reprieve is as it seems ... she runs with it. “ — and they say we stop learning once we leave school behind. ”
she drops the act, taking a step closer to the stranger. “ look, whoever you are ... you look just like someone i used to know. i know you’re not her. ” she’ll get that out of the way quick, for argument’s sake. “ but have you seen her ? i could seriously use an ally here. ” someone who could help her get home; back to the bayou, back to hope.
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MIKAELSON, H
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there are barely any woods in this city. but there are, around the edges, patches of tender wilderness, of grassy fields, shadowy trees, and SILENCE. she’s been all alone ( on more than one account ) since being plunged here ; rather than sit around and wallow in her very human emotions, she’s chosen to spend most of her time as a wolf, running and running. she doesn’t expect anyone to be around, thus the suspicious shudders that climb up her spine as soon as she finishes getting dressed. she pursues the sentiment, trying to decide if it’s friend or foe. SHE DOESN’T EXPECT THIS.
her breath hitches in her throat and she feels the need to raise a hand against the trunk of a nearby tree, as if it’s an anchor for stability. she hasn’t forgotten her mother’s face a single beat of her life —- it’s immortalized in memories, in her own pool of guilt, and in the almost finished drawings hidden at the back of a drawer back at salvatore. emotions clash in her chest, ration tells her this isn’t REAL, that maybe the necromancer is mocking her current solitude. but she also wants to hope, wants to give in to that ardent need for comfort she keeps strangling. she feels like her walls should be held high, but instead — they crumble. “ m–mom? ” a stutter and a crack of her voice too. not very decisive.
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she flips the page of the book in her lap, lips pursed. nope. she flips again. still nothing. she flips, and flips, until she’s paged through the entire book and found nothing of use. in truth, she’s not surprised; time-travel is something out of a sci-fi novel, not something you encounter in everyday life. of course there’s nothing in any of the books she’s been helplessly scanning over the past few weeks that have provided her with any kind of explanation — let alone a way HOME.
there’s nothing even remotely familiar about this foreign place. echo might have provided her a place to stay but it’s not home; it can’t be, not without the people she loves. on the outskirts of town, there’s a grassy knoll she’s come to haunt. it’s not the bayou but it’s as close as she’ll get. today, however, she’s not alone. eyes flash gold momentarily as she senses another wolf in the vicinity, belongings abandoned on the blanket she’d spread out. she ventures further into the grassy fields, eyes softening when a young girl stumbles forward. she hardly looks like an enemy waiting to strike but she doesn’t let her guard down all the same.
it’s surprise that hits her first. surprise, and then a wave of grief. she’s a mother, even if her child isn’t here; even if she can’t hold her, or protect her. she might not be this girl’s mother but the instinct sees her approaching slowly all the same. if the tables were turned and hope needed someone, or something, she hoped someone would do the same. “ i’m not. i’m sorry. ” her gaze softens, her hands reaching up to push hair away from her own face. “ — but if you tell me more about her, maybe i can help you find her. ”
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FORBES, C
“i mean, it is f i v e ‘ o c l o c k somewhere, right?” caroline justified, lifting her jell-o shot to cheers it with hayley. the two of them had more in common than they liked to think back when they were young, the whole teen drama of it all seemed to not matter anymore. not now, when they were adult women with d a u g h t e r s they cared more about than anything else in this world, and the fact that their children were nowhere to be found was both a blessing that they didn’t have to be in this place but also an a g o n i z i n g pain that they couldn’t see them. “i’ve also got stronger in the other room, when the jell-o shots get old.”
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they’ve come a long way since that day in the bathroom back in mystic falls all those years ago. as teenagers they might have fought over boys who didn’t deserve it but as women they have more in common than their differences. both displaced from their homes, missing their daughters, and with no idea how to fix any of it.
so yeah. they’re drinking.
“ sure. ” she agrees with a light laugh, reaching for one of the jello shots. she feels a bit guilty, knowing her time could be better spent trying to find a way back to her daughter, but it’s been weeks with no tangible leads. she’s not giving up ... she just needs a break. she’ll be no good to anyone if she cracks under the stress. “ both. definitely both. ” she shoots two of the shots, nose scrunching up slightly at the taste. “ vampire tolerance is something i’ll never get used to. i don’t usually miss being a lightweight but on days like today i really do. ”
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DRACIA
confused didn’t even BEGIN to describe how she was truly feeling . one moment , she was in reality and the next she was tossed into this unknown place . it was different . so much different than mystic falls . dracia slowly made her way towards a local book store in hopes it would still be open despite how late it was . at least reading was a slight ESCAPE from what was going on . though , this place was confusing to navigate around . she had no clue where anything was . and she certainly didn’t know anyone she had encountered . hands grasped the small locket that she wore around her neck . it was a locket that a witch had given her as a birthday gift over a hundred years ago . it was SPECIAL and all she had with her . eyes scanned around and the urge to snort in frustration grew . but given what would happen when she would do such a thing , would surely alarm those around . it wasn’t normal to blow smoke unless you were a dragon .
eyes searched and nothing . finally she paused . “ for merlin’s sake , where is anything in this place ? “ dracia growled .
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it’s been a long time since she picked up a book for anything other than trashy romance. that had been years ago too, long before she made her way to mystic falls. their lives didn’t exactly lend to a lot of downtime for reading. no, they were too busy fighting unknown, usually ancient, enemies, or trying to figure out how to coexist in a house filled with big personalities. it’s only now, with the big personalities nowhere to be seen, that she can appreciate them; their absence leaves empty spaces in her chest that can’t be filled with things like books, or whatever’s streaming on hulu.
her fingers run absently over the spines of some of the books, searching without direction as she resists the urge to sigh. she’s paged through almost every book that mentions time-travel but it’s all fiction; thereby, unhelpful. she’s just about to grab a copy of the time-traveler's wife — yes, she’s reaching now — when enhanced hearing picks up the sounds of someone growling further into the stacks. she’s curious, so she approaches.
“ it’s a bookstore. ” she comments obviously, arms folding over her chest. she’s on the defensive. this girl looks like davina but there’s something off about her; she smells all wrong. she’s always trusted her instincts and they’re screaming IMPOSTER. “ it’s not hard to figure out. ” she shrugs, eyes flicking up to the K-L placard just above her head. “ alphabetical order. ”
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BENNETT, B
the timing for bonnie had only been a simple four days. a daydream state, that was what she had been pondering, was this another of kai’s tricks? a question she often considered. she had survived so much in her twenty-four years of life, all she ached for was something ordinary & even that didn’t seem to be her destiny. friends, family; where were they? was she alone again in a an alien place, oh she prayed that she wasn’t. she didn’t know if she could deal with that pain again. leather boots drifted off the bench, allowing the person to sit if they chose. green hues adapting to the light, an embracing smile relaxed upon her lips. hayley, her preference in men wasn’t ideal in bonnie eyes. though it had been awhile since hayley slithered off, so who knew maybe things had changed? “ it’s a weight lifted off of my shoulders. i thought i was alone “
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the person she was in mystic falls, the choices she made, feel like they happened in another lifetime. she’s changed so much; she became a mother, had to look out for someone other than herself, and settled into herself in ways she’d never been able to before. she wasn’t the same person she was back then. by looking at bonnie, she’d be willing to put money down that the same could be said for her.
“ so it’s just you. ” not disappointing but disheartening. she’d hoped maybe bonnie had seen klaus, or even elijah — someone who might be able to point her towards finding her family. maybe it’s a blessing, her child not getting stuck in this strange place, but knowing she’s out there and she can’t see her ? or protect her ? it’s unbearable. “ not that i’m not happy to see you. i am. ” she straightens, a hand loosely tucking some hair behind her ear as she chews her lip contemplatively. “ one minute i’m in the bayou and now i’m here. wherever here is. ” maybe bonnie has some answers; can explain how, or what, brought them here. “ it’s magic, right�� ? it has to be. ”
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BENNETT, B
worn-out leather boots stretched out upon the bench, shimmering green orbs facing up at the vivid blue sky. those eyes were exhausted, it was noticeable to see from the bags that settled underneath them & all for nothing! bonnie spent the night pursuing the truth, well tried too. how did so many individuals get ripped from their dimensions? she came up empty-handed. as the sun beamed down on her, a shadow formed, hindering the sunlight. “ did you want to sit? ” question rose from her lips, squinting her eyes to see the person.
two weeks. it’s been two weeks and she hasn’t seen a single familiar face. her fingers pick at the skin around her nail beds, a sign of anxiety as she waits in line for her coffee. the more coffee she drinks, the less she needs to sleep. the less she sleeps, the more she can search. wherever this place is, whenever it is, her family isn’t here; her daughter, her husband, hell, even klaus, are nowhere to be seen. she needs to find them.
when she sees bonnie, she’s overcome with relief. they might not have parted on the best of circumstances but she’d take a casual acquaintance over a sea of strangers any day. her coffee’s discarded as she crosses over to the other woman, nodding her head once as a small smile graces her features. “ definitely. ” she answers, sinking down beside her. “ you have no idea how happy i am to see you. ”
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( phoebe tonkin, 21/22, she/her ) welcome to reprieve, HAYLEY MARSHALL-KENNER who is from THE ORIGINALS, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a HYBRID, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine WADING THROUGH MURKY WATERS, HALF-SMILES AND TIGHT EMBRACES, AND A WARRIOR WHO WOULD DIE TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE SHE LOVES.
I.
you’ve always felt like you don’t belong. your adoptive parents love you but there’s a distance between you; a line of commonality you can’t traverse. you belong nowhere so you try to belong everywhere. with boys, with friends, and with people who drop you just as quickly as they flit to your side. there’s an accident, you shoulder the blame, and someone dies. it’s an accident. but the curse recognizes no accident; it strikes you between your shoulder blades, cracks and twists your bones as your eyes flash yellow and claws tear into the fabric of your couch cushions. the last image you see of your home, of the place you never quite belonged, is the stark reminder as the door slams in your face.
from now on, you’re on your own.
II.
you never stop moving. every now and then you join packs, get a roof over your head for a few days, throw in a hot meal, but never find that feeling. you’re always searching for it, wandering and searching for a foundation on which to build your life. he who wanders isn’t always lost but you’re starting to think you are.
it’s in the mountains where you meet him. tyler lockwood. a friend of a friend mentioned him, what he left behind, and you come because you’re curious. he’s running too, leaving behind people who were supposed to be on his side, stand by him, and you find kinship in each other. he doesn’t tell you the entire truth but you trust him. enough. you think maybe you could love him but he becomes family instead; you don’t regret following him when he goes home. even if he didn’t exactly ask you to.
you needed him. betraying him was the only way to find out who you were. who you are. this is how you protect him.
you give the professor what he needs and he tells you the truth; your parents are dead. your family is gone. you have no one. you have nothing.
you sleep with a man who could burn your world to the ground. unknowingly, he carves you out a new path.
III.
you go to new orleans in search of the truth. instead you find impossibilities, a pregnancy, and a family you never asked for. the mikaelsons don’t love, they smother, and you both suffer and thrive in their hands.
your daughter is ripped from your womb. you bleed out as her father screams, vows revenge, and the last sound you hear is her cry. hope amongst the chaos.
though your chapter has ended, the book is far from over. you awake, you complete your transition, and you become a hybrid. your daughter has saved you in more ways than one.
you find out about your family. about the crescent wolves, about the curse that binds them. you meet jackson, you venture into the bayou, and you finally feel at home. you finally know who you are.
you are andrea labonair. but you are also hayley marshall. when you marry jackson, when you free the wolves and become their queen, you merge your two worlds and finally feel like things are falling into place.
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like all good things, it comes to an end.
when you arrive in reprieve, you’re on your own. there’s no hope, no klaus, no elijah — no one. you’re on your own.
you belonged and now you don’t.
you ache to go back to how things were.
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zoey’s extraordinary gif meme ♡ [3/7 quotes] ➝ ‘This is the only thing that I could hold on to.’
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HAYLEY MARSHALL - Through the seasons (Inspired by)
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tension rests in her shoulders, sees her rubbing absently as she keeps checking her phone. she has proximity spells set around the school, as well as google alerts for ‘ san francisco + beasts + attacks ’ to ensure she’s doing everything she can to protect the students. she’s spent the majority of her formative years taking care of the people she loves, doing everything she can to make sure they’re safe, and this is no exception. while there’s anxiety about abandoning her search to find a way to stop the merge, in taking a break to focus on the current crisis, she knows she’s made the right decision. she has no regrets. she does, however, have a craving for something sweet. vampirism be damned, some habits are impossible to kick. “ please tell me you’ve got snacks in that bag. ”
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( candice king, 17/38, she/her ) welcome to san francisco, CAROLINE FORBES SALVATORE. rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine METICULOUSLY PLANNED EVENTS WITH AN ATTENTION FOR DETAIL, A SINGLE-MINDED PURPOSE, WHITE ROSES SPECKLED WITH BLOOD, AND THE SINNAMON ROLL - LOOKS SWEET, COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU.
since caroline is a canon character from tvd, i won’t go into too much detail. you can read all about her here. i’m headcanoning that she kept the last name salvatore, even after the disaster that was her wedding, bc it allowed her to keep a piece of stefan with her even after he was gone. plus, the name was literally on the school — there was some ulterior motives there. let’s be honest.
in the years since tvd ended, caroline’s been hyper focused on two main goals. the first being opening the salvatore school and ensuring it stays open, and a safe space for other supernatural kids like her girls, and trying to find a way to stop the merge.
after jo laughlin was murdered on her wedding day, the gemini coven were able to transfer her pregnancy to caroline before they were all killed by kai. caroline gave birth to the twins and raised them as her own with ric. she loved them, even if they weren’t biologically hers, and she’s never regretted that decision. everything she’s done, every difficult decision she’s made, has been to try and protect her girls. at any cost.
she’s spent the last couple years travelling with bonnie to try and find a way to stop the merge. with the years running down the clock, she becomes more and more terrified that they won’t be able to find an out and her girls will be forced to go through the trauma of the merge. no matter the outcome, she knows there’s no happy ending if it happens. so she won’t let it.
a lot of the day to day decisions at the salvatore school probably fell on ric, while caroline was off trying to find loopholes, or following up on leads, so i like to think she didn’t know about some of the shady shit. after her last lead came up dry, and hearing about the strange going’s on in san francisco, she’s coming back to make sure the people she loves are okay. if they need her, there’s nowhere else she’d be.
personality wise, caroline is a control freak and a perfectionist. her lists have lists and she’s not convinced you can ever be too prepared for something. she’s an incredibly caring person, would do anything for her friends, and would stop at nothing to protect them. she might seem sweet, which often makes people underestimate her, but she’s quick on her feet and is often three steps ahead. seriously, if you think high school caroline was bad, you do not want to mess with mama bear caroline. buh bye.
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