#[ v. someone dies or someone gets hurt ft. el3nas ]

[savagevillain]

Tightening his hand around her throat, he keeps @el3nas locked firmly in place; intense blue gaze locks onto every miniature flicker of expression. The control is in his hands, literally, which is precisely where he likes it. He knows she likes it like this too. For someone so stubborn, so resistant to his demands in the beginning, he has grown so very much to appreciate the willingness to surrender to him like this. ❛ Now are you going to be a good girl and do as I say? ❜

[savagevillain]

@el3nas / a kiss against a wall for 🎲 meme

HE ISN'T GENTLE WHEN HE THROWS HER AGAINST THE WALL, not like he might've been once. She's a vampire; she can take it. ❛ You are severely pushing the limits of my admittedly short tolerate, ❜ he spits, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head. His neck bends so that he can look at her directly in the eye ( void of all that he wishes to see there, infuriating him further ). He had no intentions of kissing her when he'd cornered her in this alley, but he needs to do — something, anything, to bring her back to him; and nothing is working. He presses his lips firm against hers, plasters his body along the front of hers. Feel me, come back, don't leave me here alone. He bites down on her lip, pulls it as he pulls back, tastes the blood and swallows it. He needs to have her, all of her, the way he used to; not this pathetic echo walking around in her body. ❛ Elena, ❜ he breathes, willing his voice to be steady.

[savagevillain]

One hand splayed on her back between her shoulder blades, Klaus forces @el3nas forward on the table, bent at the waist. There's more force than he usually applied with her, but she could take it now; she was a monster like him, she would remain with him. Palm skimming down the length of her spine, he gripped hard at her hip, while his other hand snapped her panties easily, the flimsy fabric coming away with the slightest of tugs. ❛ There are many pleasures that can come with the heightened senses. ❜ His fingers danced along her skin with the lightest of touches, down the meat of her thigh; his fingers in her hip would leave bruises that would heal once he let go. He did not intend to let go. ❛ And I will show you them all. ❜

[savagevillain]

‘if i tell you who i really am and you refuse to believe me, then i can hardly be blamed.’ (nh verse mayhaps?)

INCREDULITY FILLS HIS GAZE, silent for a long moment as he studies her features, void of the life that usually brightens it. She had become such a warm presence in his life, undeniably full of soul; and to see it gone has him feeling like he’s walked down a set of stairs and missed a step. He knows that to attempt to reason with her is as futile as a taming a venomous python; it won’t change its nature. Is this how his siblings have felt all these centuries ? But this is not her true nature, only a miserable façade of her weakness to face her own emotions, overwhelming as they are. ❛ By all means, sweetheart, if I’ve been denying you the chance to slaughter till your heart’s content, I do sincerely apologise. ❜ His tone is thick with sarcasm, arm gesturing grandly back towards the diner now missing a waitress. He doesn’t care for the loss of the life but for the loss that he finds himself facing in her indifference. His features darken, glower consuming him as he stares her down; timbre shifting to something dangerous. ❛ You’re acting like a child, throwing a bloody temper tantrum to prove a point. ❜

[savagevillain]

“i promise i’ll be good.”

He doesn't believe the sweetness, for he's not that naïve, not to her intentions or the attempt at manipulation. But he doesn't have to be. Knowing her true motivations if she comes face to face with Aurora again, or wants to prevent such a meeting between him and his ex-lover, is a very ... satisfying. A smirk threatens to pull at the corner of his lips as he gazes down at her. ❛ Do you have to be? ❜ he teases, before sobering up a little. ❛ I don't want her to hurt you. ❜