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Merry Christmas and a soon to be Happy New Year to all- I know I still owe a lot and haven't had the time/energy to be around but I will try to hop on both here and @ruinsought this weekend! I hope everybody who celebrates had a great day and those who don't are enjoying time off because of the holidays at-least?

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So apparently it took me three hours to do one reply and now i'm too tired to write more???? I'll try again tomorrow ig. I'm currently super musey for Bryn's human verse and her navigating that so if anyone wants to write in that verse hmu.

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A shaky exhale follows his words, but she doesn't answer or acknowledge what happened. She continues to keep a tight grip on the box that had been cracked open to reinforce her mental shields. She rises from the armchair slowly, her movements stiff. " That, " she responds tersely, heading towards the room's exit. " Was none of your business. " her tone leaves no room for negotiation. She's not discussing this with him. Not now, not ever. In fact, she doesn't want to think about it ever again. There's a pit in her stomach and she feels nausea rise. But her gaze darts to her brother as he dares to impose bed rest upon her, a bitter laugh ripping from her throat as she whirls on him, ignoring the way her head spins at the fast movement- her body still adjusting to no longer having unnatural speed. " You may be my brother but I have outgrown the brotherly concern by a few centuries. " a tight smile adorns her lips. " Our agreement is off, I'll deal with this on my own, however, I see fit. " she was nothing if not stubborn. She sucks in another breath, feeling her self-control ebb. The last thing she wants is a repeat of before. She makes a mental note to speak to Freya about control. " I have spent the better part of a millennia on my own, I think I know what's best for me. " she doesn't. She goes to turn again before pausing, gaze hard. " and in-case you hadn't noticed, I'm not Rebekah, I don't follow her fanciful notions about love and becoming human. I don't want to be a mother, I don't believe being human makes anything better. If I could, I'd give this to her in a second. I don't want to be weak. " there's definitely no heat to her tone, no bitterness when she speaks of her sister and her voice definitely doesn't crack.

            elijah had not expected such a strong reaction to follow. but when the lights started to flicker rather violently, elijah became suspicious but also worried. "bronwyn?" his gaze was directed at the different lights that all seemed to follow the same scheme before he gazed at his sister again who now appeared strangely impassive.

           "was that you?" she mentioned she turned human, so he expected her to be human. he had almost forgotten that she was born with magic; had basically forgotten that she had as a small child clearly possessed signs of magic and therefore there had been accidents again and again. he did not expect that this change would mean that magic would return. at the same time, he didn’t know why he never questioned why she stopped having magic before they turned into vampires.

           he shook his head, highly irritated. "what was that?" now he spoke no longer of the outbreak of magic, but of the reason for her reaction, which he took as very fierce for the fact that he had exclusively her welfare in mind. elijah was well aware that she seemed to allow no discussions on the subject, but he had never been deterred by a particular tone.

           "even if there's a way to undo this and if that's something you even want." – he left the possibility open because he knew not all members of their family would necessarily go back to wanting to be a vampire – "i assign you to bed rest for the time being. no exertion and no agitation." he considered it as the safest option for the time being. || @obl1tus  

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tragic fictional siblings... save me...

tragic fictional siblings

save me tragic fictional siblings

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Guess who still didn't talk about the thing? Another reblog for another note to self...

A very vague thing I'm throwing on the dash to remember to talk about but the exploration of season four and in particular The Hollow will be slightly different on this blog. I will elaborate further when my brain works but putting out the vague thing so I don't forget!

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"You can't protect everyone."

I have to try.

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Bryn lingers in the doorway. She loves her brother, she's missed him dearly, but the anger she feels burns, simmering under her skin. It makes her resent him, at-least a little. Forever taking care of Niklaus, regardless of how he treats him, treats any of them. But she says nothing, features impassive as arms cross against her chest. Blue-grey hues follow his movement as he moves towards her and her features soften ever so slightly at his words. She's secretly glad he's pleased to see her. When she'd arrived home, it had been to a shouting match from Niklaus, him demanding she leave and her refusing. Rebekah had reluctantly accepted her appearance, if only because she was the one who had called her; because their brother was missing. She's not sure what she'd expected to see from Elijah; perhaps disapproval? but she's pleased to find none. " Family doesn't treat one another like he treats you, like he treats all of us. " she points out but drops it with a sigh, stepping forward with a nod. She understands how he feels far too well, but she's not sure he copes in the same way she does so she puts forward no suggestions. Her coping mechanisms include a bar, drinking enough that it would likely kill a human; it barely makes her tipsy. She pulls her coat from the coat rack, shrugging the jacket on before gripping the doorknob. " Where to? "

It had once again happened that Elijah was at the mercy of Niklaus' plans and did nothing about it. It was almost an indifference, although the pain was deep and he could not prevent himself from feeling suffering once again. But he wasn't used to anything else, it was normal to feel something like this. Or was it? As a Mikaelson, it was normal. You betrayed each other, you stuck together. You broke your neck and waited until you woke up again. Being betrayed in Niklaus' name was more or less part of it. It was toxic. Nobody could get away from each other. Except Bryn. She had somehow managed it. Sometimes Elijah envied her for it. Sometimes the joy was overwhelming for her, sometimes he hated her for it.

Rebekah and Freya were delighted to see each other again, but Niklaus was reserved. It was all right, but at the same time Elijah was glad when he was released again and could retire and take a fresh shower. He stank terribly, he didn't realise how much time had passed and was glad to finally be back. Bryn came to him as soon as everyone else was busy and he was fresh. They probably had a lot to talk about and he understood why she had withdrawn. He smiled wanly at her expression. She wore on the outside what he turned inward.

"I'm glad you're okay and you're here", was the first thing he said to her. Her accusations were justified. WHY? He didn't know. Family? Always and forever? Was that the unspeakable reason why he put up with all this? Hope? Yes. It was the silent hope that never wanted to give up. He felt responsible for each of his siblings. Pain was on his face.

"Forget what happened to me. It is no longer important. The most important point is that I'm back."

He sensed that she wanted to say more, wanted to burn more, wanted to see Niklaus burn the most. And damn it, Elijah felt that desire. Deep down inside. Calm and level-headed on the outside.

"If I don't take care of him and go along with his madness, who will? He's family, Bryn." Elijah let out an audible sigh. A brief glimpse of the pain he suffered for standing up for his half-brother. A step towards his sister, who seemed so distant.

"Let's go out. I can't bear to be here at the moment." Another insight that she could hopefully understand. If not her, then who?

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The brunette shrugs, a playful smile teasing her lips as she let's out a laugh. " What can I say? I like to make an entrance. " the playful smile turns into a grin as she clinks glasses with his own, her gaze dragging down the other Salvatore brother with a hint of curiosity before returning to his face. " Family is complicated," she says lightly, dipping her head. " I'm sure you know how it is. " gaze is knowing and curious at the same time. " I wished to avoid a scene, us Mikaelson's aren't particularly fond of public spectacles, it means I get to avoid my sibling's wrath for a little longer. "

She shrugs, taking a large sip from the champagne flute as she glances around the crowd. " I take it from your expression you had no idea I existed? " a sure sign she'd kept her secrecy well over the years, and yet, it stings to think her siblings had erased her so completely even the residents of Mystic Falls, in which her family had settled, had no idea she existed. Still, she shrugs it off. " Just as you thought you had us all figured out. " Her tone is teasing. " But I know all about you, Stefan Salvatore. " she doesn't, not really. She knows he is Damon's brother, that he is somehow connected to the doppelganger. There is some history with her family she is unaware of but she's not about to admit that. Knowledge is power and pretending to have it would serve her well. She hopes.

Obviously something was unfolding in the middle of the soiree, something the Original siblings had not anticipated. The return of the prodigal daughter! She had certainly inherited her family's sense of drama. As soon as it began, it was over, apparently held over for another time - no confrontation in front of all their guests, which was likely why the young woman had planned it that way. That was what he would have done, anyway. Unless they were going to make a scene, which didn't seem in the cards, it appeared to have worked out in her favor.

There was a sharp uptake in whispers and gossip almost immediately, but she didn't seem perturbed. He looked to see if Elena or literally anyone else had anything to say on the matter, but before he could find a familiar face, she appeared before him, as if she was a fox cornering it's prey. He took a half step back, but not before she was leaning into him and whispering in his ear. He blinked, and opened his mouth to respond, before she was offering him a flute of champagne. Well, she was certainly interesting. They'd never mentioned another sister, and surely there was a story behind that.

Now he was curious. He took the glass, and tilted his head thoughtfully, offering her a gracious smile. "I feel like you definitely wanted everyone to stare," he murmured, his tone teasing.

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Bryn wasn't as blind to Sage's emotions as she pretended to be. If anything, she shared them. Perhaps their love for her brother came from different sources but Bryn too, mourned his loss, as though he was truly dead. Finn was the brother whom had truly cared for her, had taken the time to teach her about the world, how to handle her emotions (The irony doesn't escape her). Finn had been the one whom had paid her attention, who had played with her as a child, who had answered every question diligently. Even once they turned, when they had both drifted, he was still the one to which she turned. So yes, she mourned his loss just the same. Perhaps the reason she seeks connection with Sage, even though they were both wary of the other. Sage isn't the only one who has once again controlled her emotions, by the time she returns, Bryn's features are perfectly impassive but she grins at the others words. " Should I be honour you consider me special enough to open such a delight? " she teases her, gaze dancing with amusement. At her next words, her face falls in surprise before she barks out a genuine laugh. It takes her a moment to gain control of herself again and head shakes in amusement as she takes the glass the redhead offers, taking a large sip. " Well- " she muses, " Not to bring the mood down but Niklaus wouldn't exist, Henrik likely wouldn't have been attacked by the wolves, and so we perhaps wouldn't be here. " she shrugs, unaffected. " On the bright side there's be no controlling, bodeline psychopath to ruin our lives. "

Her jaw locks up and her eyes drift to the floor involuntarily. She's a glutton for punishment, it was clear before the question left her lips her heart would take another painful jab. She nods in acknowledgment and then does her best to shrug it off. Shove it under the carpet. Change the topic. "I should have some decent wine around here somewhere, I'll be right back." She disappears into the house, the pain fueling the fire of her anger towards Finn's situation. She is grateful not to be perceived for a few minutes as she puts her mask back in place. Stupid deranged family of raging lunatics. Elitist little shits. She wants to say it out loud but thinks better of it. She needs to get a hold on herself or she will end up snapping the wine glasses she takes from the cupboard. When she makes her way back outside, her movements are relaxed, her posture once again collected. "I bottled this Merlot almost a decade ago during my time in France. You should know I don't open these for just anyone." Sage had done many things over the centuries, including owning a vineyard. After she pours them both a glass, the redhead plops down in a chair and crosses her legs. Her eyes dart in Bryn's direction. "So.." she starts "I've always wondered.. How different do you reckon the world would be if your mother hadn't fucked the wolf next door?" Perhaps a crazy and shocking question could lift them out of the mood drop Sage had unintentionally created. She didn't mind Bryn's visits. Not Really. Just as long as she didn't bring trouble to her doorstep or her community. She would remain cautious until she no longer felt like she had to be though. It always took her some time.

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Her body tenses at his insistence, a pit striking in her gut, flashes of white coats, a hard metal table. Terror flickers over her expression, the lights in the room flickering violently, her breathing shallow as that box she tries so hard to keep closed, threatens to come undone. Bryn hadn't thought about Augustine in years; not consciously at-least but Elijah's comments crack open something in her memory without her consent. She fights to get herself back under control and years of locking everything away pays off as moments later her expression becomes impassive, breathing evening out; lights going back to normal. She continues as though nothing happened, the only sign of tension the clenching of her jaw as she bites out " I said no! ". She works her jaw, a scowl pulling at her lips, otherwise pretending the blip of self control never happened. She doesn't acknowledge the flicker of the lights; as though it wasn't her, as though it doesn't address the previous comment about not being entirely human. As she calms herself, she continues with their conversation. " I don't need a doctor," she says calmly. " Some meds and rest will do just fine. " her tone leaves no room for argument; for negotiation, not on this. The brunette considers his compromise before nodding slowly. " For now. " she agrees, meeting his gaze. " To be re-negotiated in time. " She could cope for a while, as long as she was not locked inside, but they both know that her tolerance for being stuck around her siblings is minimal. She needs freedom, to be able to escape. Elijah's words bring her some comfort. " Everything can be undone. " she repeats the words quietly, almost to herself, and a hint of relief seeps into her bones, a knot easing slightly in her chest. Not wanting him to bring up the suggestion of a doctor again, she nods, agreeing to not get Freya to go rattling around in her head in search of answers. " Fine. " she agrees. " For now I'll keep searching through mother's grimoire, see if she even came across anything like this, and make some calls, I have some contacts who might help. " she'd already crossed that boat and it had ended badly, but there were a few bridges she had yet to burn.

           "don’t tell me you’re afraid of a doctor." her defensive attitude strongly suggested this. fascinating that a doctor could trigger such a fear after all the time they were vampires and had gone through worse times than risking a potential injection that's supposed to help. "concussions are not to be taken lightly, who knows how long you will be trapped in this state. you don’t want to risk any consequential damage, do you?" they didn’t know what had led her to be human. there may have been other effects that were not yet so obvious. in his opinion, it would not hurt if an independent and discreet doctor took a brief look at her.

          of course, the whole situation was not satisfactory and he could see her anger. he would have to keep a close eye on her to make sure that she did not take matters into her own hands and looked for answers and solutions herself.

          "if you really stay within the property boundaries and stick to it, then i'll agree to it." elijah is capable of making a compromise but he'll still keep an eye on her. not only because he's not sure if she'll uphold her part of their deal but also to ensure that she's safe from others. they had already ambushed her once, he wouldn't allow that a second time and especially not within their home and property.

          elijah walked to the opposite chair to sit down, his eyes on bryn. "everything can be undone. it's only a matter of time, and until there is a way to fix this, you'll have to lay low and stay in here." he is serious about this and he hopes that bryn will take it to heart.

          "i'm not sure if it's a good idea to ask freya for a spell that messes with your head. especially if we're not sure if you have a concussion or not. aside from that, you need some rest first. your body has to get used to the new circumstances." || @obl1tus

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Brb cackling. Did Elijah just call her out on her shit???? I can't breathe.

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Bryn doesn't mean to be bitter; she loves her siblings, all of them. Even Niklaus, in her own twisted way. Despite the resentment that binds them, he was her brother, and she would not wish to see him permanently harmed, even if their lives would be simpler, and easier, without his violent rage. But Rebekah has always been the favorite; forever the baby of the family, even if she wasn't the youngest, and try as she might, Bryn resents the attention, the concern, her elder sister strikes in her siblings. Even if she equally adores her. But the two had never really bonded; despite the fact they would die for the other and they both know it, their dynamic has forever been a constant stream of bickering. At-least, it had since they were turned. Bryn isn't sure what had changed, if it was because the girl she once was, had changed into something bitter, hardened, or perhaps it was just the curse of growing apart. Bryn snatches the bottle from him, her only response to his words being rolled eyes. Fingers latch around the neck of the bottle, taking a large swig from the contents before he can decide he no longer wants to share. The bite of alcohol has always calmed her, the burn as it slips down her throat keeping her from biting back words she doesn't mean. " Rebekah will never learn if you do not let her," she responded at last, her voice full of annoyance as she placed the bottle back on the bar top. " You speak of our brothers babying her but by you getting involved, you're not helping. " her voice calms, and settles into something akin to a conversational tone. As much as she might deny it, she worries for her sister too, but she has to believe that her brothers are smarter than this, smarter than allowing her to seek a human life. " If Rebekah wishes to seek a normal life, allow her to see the consequences of that wish. " she holds up a hand to indicate she's not done. " I'm not suggesting we allow her to follow her fanciful notions before you bite my head off; I'm suggesting we allow her to see the enemies our family has, allow her to realise they will never stop coming, the only thing her being human will change, is weakening her. "

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The youngest surviving Mikaelson brother had never blamed Bryn for running. Even he had taken the occasional leave from his siblings over the years; though unlike her, Kol’d never been able to stay away for long. Part of him always began to crave the familiarity being with them provided in an otherwise ever-changing world. Their shared siblings kept him sane when the centuries began to weigh on him, and so staying away indefinitely had never really been an option for him.

Their names were carved into his heart and etched into his bones. How could he simply walk away when the Norns had all but whispered parts of their very being into his soul? He couldn’t leave them any more than his siblings could leave him. Trying was futile. For better or worse, blood always called to blood. And after centuries of bloodshed, the ties that bound them together were all but unbreakable.

“Need I remind you, darling, that Rebekah is also my baby sister?” Kol pointed out almost sardonically. “Mikael may have been a shitty father, but he wasn’t wrong when he said it was my job to watch out for you lot. Even if that means saving you from yourselves. Or us.”

Shaking his head, Kol poured himself another shot and knocked it back. Bryn had no idea the reason for his most recent daggering had been because he’d taken the fall for Rebekah, and he had no inclination of sharing that bit of information. Not with the way she was behaving. “But Bekah has always been too soft. They indulge her too much.” Except where it mattered, but when had Klaus and Elijah ever cared for their wishes there? “It’s become something of a problem.”

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" Stop being such a krampus. " Bryn snips, eyes narrowing as she rummages through a box of Christmas decorations. A string of lights lies tangled around her neck, a deep frown furrowing her forehead as she attempts to untangle them. " Get over here and help me untangle these lights! "

@devilsanddarlings liked for a Christmas based starter

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The snarl that curls around her lips is more hurt than venom, words aiming to wound. " You're the one who worked with our mother, if either of us needs reminding, it's not me. " it didn't matter he'd tried to remedy his actions rather than going through with it, because right now, it was only the briefest of intents that mattered. Her words are meant to cut, the way his betrayal of holding the truths wounds her. Right now, she doesn't care about fair. She clamps her jaw shut before she can say anything she'll regret, lips clamped together in a grim line, features hard as she weaves her way through the crowd, doing everything to keep from falling apart. He'd lied to her; they'd all lied to her, kept perhaps one of the biggest secrets to themselves, something so entirely life-changing she struggled to wrap her head around it. It's like a weight in her chest and it becomes harder and harder to breathe. One foot in front of the other- all she can do to keep from falling apart. As her brother cuts her off, she stills reluctantly, not meeting his gaze but nods, agreeing to the location. She doesn't particularly want to be alone with him but she doesn't want to be alone at all. The crowd's flurry of activity and chatter kept her from dissociating completely, keeping her from falling apart. Slowly, at a more normal pace, she follows her brother (Should she even call him that now?), arriving several moments after him and stopping a distance away.

Her expression crumples once again at his confirmation, her bottom lip trembling as tears gather in blue-grey hues. Her gaze is distant, allowing herself the separation from her mind, the only way she keeps it together. " Have you known all this time? " her voice is small, avoiding his gaze. " If it truly doesn't matter, if you truly still think of me as your sister, then why not tell me? Why keep it from me all this time? Why let me find out like this? " When she finally meets his gaze, it's full of fear and she averts it just as quickly, moving her body in such a way her back is to him before he can speak, turning to look over the shipyard, arms wrapped around herself as she looks out at the water, unable to allow herself to seek the comfort she so desperately neeeds. not now. Everything had changed.

When she starts to leave he glances around the compound warily one final time, before trailing after her like a shadow. "That rat only speaks to serve his own agenda, I hope I don't have to remind you of that." The venom in his tone is meant for their father and for him alone. The news should have never been broken to her in such a cruel way. The crowds of people they have to navigate once they reach the streets irritate him beyond measure. His thoughts too loud and chaotic to find room to deal with anything else. He speeds up a little and brushes past her shoulder, coming to a stop before her and cutting off her path. The expression he sees when he regards her leaves him heartbroken, his brows furrow in concern. "River branch, by the shipyard?" he asks carefully, it was usually quiet and they had ended up there on a walk not long ago. He hoped she remembered the spot. He blurs away when she signals the okay, taking less than a minute to arrive at the corner by the waterfront. Thankfully they had the place to themselves, but it provided him little comfort. He takes a calming breath and finally answers her question. "They don't know. Elijah may have had his thoughts but.. No, I don't believe he knew either. I won't be so naive to say this does not change anything, but.. it does not change the fact you are our sister, Bryn. You always have been and you always will be." After that he keeps his silence, favoring giving her time to process instead of bombarding her with any more information.

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I have eight things in my queue which means it should last about 4 days, posting twice a day? It is primarily replies with like two musings. Still have loads more in my drafts but tis a start.

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This is a friendly reminder if you break mutuals for any reason other than inactivity on my part (in which case pls only softblock if it's okay to re-follow when I return!) please hard block <3 This is merely a comfort thing and also helps my two brain cells when I question if I ever actually followed you or if I just imagined it because as time passes; I absolutely do this.

Also yes, hello, I am back and working on drafts. Activity will still be spotty but hi! I missed you guys.