#I'm just LOLing at him dishing out relationship advice

[demcnsinmymind]

therebekahmikaelson​:

“Well, that’s new…” Rebekah’s eyes lingered on the doorway in a haze. An ability like that was unexpected. What bloody else could the man do? “You’ve been holding out on me with that little party trick.” She whooshed through the open door at great speed, returning milliseconds later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Now that Lance was sated by way of a natural feed, he could still enjoy the good stuff. The finer things in life.

Pouring him a generous glass, Rebekah downed her’s entirely before refilling it and taking a seat on the armchair that beckoned. “Bottoms up. My heartbreak belongs to a man called Marcellus. I believe I’ve alluded to him in past. The one all gussied up about the Quarter. Has a million minions. Is always caught up in the politics of the city. Occasionally, I fall back into my old ways and pay him a visit, but we are not meant to be. He would never wish for a cure or a quiet life. His true loyalties lie with his power and it’s no doubt due to the ways I let him down in decades past. Always chose my family over him.”

Offering Lance a small smile, the Original’s finger traced the rim of her glass. “See, you are not the only one whose let down a person you adored. I still pay the consequences. I believe I committed one too many treacheries and thus, Marcel will never truly be mine. Only… what do they say these days? A booty call.”

“Meh. It’s pretty old by now” he replied, smirking at her back because he considered the joke funny enough. “And yes, I most definitely have. Just the tip of the iceberg, really” That was true and most certainly sounded ominous, maybe because he wanted it to be so. But also because he really didn’t have a clue what the whole iceberg actually consisted of either. He just knew that his brainiac friend and thus he himself could do a truckload more. Things that he didn’t want to try with her though. Or scare her with. He just wanted her to stay.

For a few milliseconds she was gone though, and Lance was this close to rushing after her, but then she was right back. Bottle and two glasses in hand, turning his smirk into an outright huge grin. Because fuck yeah...he had her on the hook. Only bad part being that he had to drink the stuff now, too, even when he didn’t even like it, but thanks to the vampirism it tasted a little less like shit at least. So he listened and drank as she shared her reasons for her previous talk and heartbreak.

“You have. And I have seen the guy around. Klaus won’t stop talking about him either. Keeps yapping on and on about him having stolen his city. Yada yada” he replied with a bored eye roll, and the grin on his face did take a little hit when she once again mentioned the people he let down. He snorted softly, shook his head and then drank, the whole glass, then thought fuck it and made the bottle fly into his hand so he could pour himself a second one. It was starting to become great fun to do this little party trick, the way she’d called it. Certainly a time safer, and he didn’t have to bother getting off the couch. Or asking her for more. It was also a great outlet for his anger and loss.

“Ahhhh, I see. The good old booty call” Lance repeated and took another sip, grinning into his glass again as he studied her face a little closer. “Didn’t take you for that type. Y’know, since you’re looking for true sweet love” he teased, then lowered the glass again. “Good on you though. No shame in it if you ask me. It’s all I’ve ever been, and I’m still alive. Well. Technically not, but you get the picture. Still kicking in that department at least” he joked and gave her a wink, intended to cheer her up a bit. Soon enough, he let out a soft sigh and got more serious again, still trying to cheer her up.

“Isn’t forgiveness and the good times, bad times deal the whole point of the true love schtick though” Lance went on, looking at her questioningly. “If he’s the guy and really loves you the way you do, he should find it in him to forgive you instead of making you pay for it, right? If he doesn’t? I say fuck the guy. He doesn’t love you the way you need him to. Find the one who can. People are more important than power and a set of bricks on swamp land.  But that’s just me. If he doesn’t see it that way, fuck him. And I don’t mean literally.” He drank some more, smiled some more, because he liked this a lot more. Dishing out advice. Trying to solve things that could be solved because they didn’t involve him or dead people. And mistakes that couldn’t ever be fixed anymore. Like the ones he’d made, and had the audacity to give out advice on, advice he himself had never adhered to.

“I mean, you do you I suppose. Keep doing it if you can’t ditch the guy. But trust me. Even if you keep sleeping with him, it’s not gonna change him. Not going to make him love you differently one day. There’s some guys you can’t change. Even with sex. You’re just gonna keep hurting yourself with it. Sometimes it’s better to just end it. For everyone involved.”

Shit. So much for not talking about her. Or himself.