#∘♔ ˚⊹ character study ⊹˚♔∘ — rebekah mikaelson

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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙱  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝚈𝙾𝚄      --      𝚃𝙷𝚈𝙼𝙴

anxiety is your middle name .      you need to check in with other people or beliefs when you take a step because the world is dark and you are so small ,      so fragile ,      and you've been hurt so many times before .      you were bullied or hurt before ,      by people you trusted or people you loved ,      and despite all that you find yourself stumbling into other people ,      into bandaged trust because all you want is to be secure ,      loved ,      safe ,      supported .      but maybe instead you long to be loved ,      long to find solace in the arms of someone else but can't bare to draw near enough to anyone long enough to feel safe and ache ,      ache ,      ache for company .      the world is dark and you're so lonely it hurts sharper than any wound .      how can you trust when it's all be shattered so many times before ?      how do you trust yourself when you've let so many in ?      you are a thousand contradictions ,      a thousand bits and pieces picked up along the way and maybe even this doesn't sound right ,      maybe nothing sounds right .      you are so lonely and so afraid and you just want to be safe .      secure .      loved .      you're so tired of being afraid .

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𝙸𝙽𝚃. :      𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈  𝙾𝙵  𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴      --      𝚈𝙴𝚃  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂  𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙻𝚈  𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴

it had been weeks since she’d seen her family ,      since she’d been smart enough to flee mystic falls with matt in tow            (      since matt had abandoned her too      ) :            eyes survey the busy streets of the city as she sips at the coffee from her favorite bakery .      in the centuries of her existence ,      rebekah had finally found a way to stomach the food that humans consumed ,      something she had always envied from afar      --      it made her eternity far more bearable ,      𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 ,      still missed the humanity she so desperately longed for .      after all ,      rebekah had been changed before she had ever gotten to truly live ,      had her own choices stolen away before she realized what she wanted .      quiet sigh escapes her lips as she finishes her drink and tosses down a few bills ,      as figure stands upright to exit the street seating :      now that she’s no longer on the run from mikael ,      no longer dragged across the globe by klaus’ own desires for power ,      rebekah is unsure what to do with herself ,      unsure what life she truly wants to lead .

lost in thought ,      she barely has enough time to react before side stepping away from the person quickly approaching ,      expression quickly morphing into a frown as eyes darken .

𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙴𝙺𝙰𝙷 :      watch where you’re going ,      you twat .

it had been mere hours since her last feed ,      but she was never able to control her own impulses ,      hunger only worsening along with the anger .      teeth dig into the flesh of her cheek as rebekah tries to calm her own nerves ,      as she desperately tries to control the desires twisting their way in her stomach .      delicate fingers reach out to grab the shoulder of the person ,      violently forces them to face her ,      before expression drops            (      hand along with it      ) .      cerulean hues widen as rebekah takes a step backwards ,      as she studies the person before her      --      no longer the image of a small child ingrained in her mind ,      but still undeniably recognizable .      there’s a moment of silence between them as she tries to gain understanding of her own thoughts ,      as she tries to make sense of the other’s face :      distant memories resurface in waves ,      a crash of blocked-out loss and despair .      shaky fingers pull sunglasses off the bridge of her nose ,      mouth parts slightly as air rushes out of her lungs .

𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙴𝙺𝙰𝙷 :      𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚔 ?

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