#deflvwered {kirsty}

[vihilum]

Loneliness is a paralysis. More often than not, she feels excluded from every circle of friends she tries to join. Always other, outcast, it’s hard to be the life of the party when people don’t invite you around anymore. Riley blames herself, for all the bridges she’s burned to get to this moment.

She had chosen to seclude herself, isolate, so why was getting back to this world she left behind so hard? Why did it matter if she fit into the box?

Because it wasn’t meant for her to squeeze in.

@deflvwered said, “if they’re going to gossip, why not give them something to talk about?”

She’s at her desk when the voice’s disruption stirs her from her phone, where she’s been scrolling mindlessly for longer than anticipated. She’s jumpy, easily startled, and she pivots on her chair.

“I don’t want people to talk about me,” she didn’t know if that was sufficient, if it could fill the void, knowing their warmth surrounding only the mention of her, not the sight, “I don’t need people talking about me.” There was a bitter edge to her voice, “I’m tired,” and lonely, “I don’t want to do this right now.”

[iblewthewhistle]

“Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure it’ll need stitches.” ( from kirsty )

Moving to sit upright, Waylon didn't even register her voice at first. He blinked through the terrible headache, his gaze shifting sluggishly over the young woman's form.

" Mmhm. Who...?" He managed to slur out, before he dropped his aching head into his hands, eyes screwed shut against the pounding.

[akcsha]

@deflvwered ❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

She laughed and sat beside the human without fear. “I did not intend to keep you so long ,” She said. “You shall not even last the night.”

[percentstardust]

❝ your skin’s always so cold. ❞ ( kirsty to rebekah )

vampire starters | accepting | @deflvwered

The blonde Original looks at the other girl, eyebrow raising at her comment. "Is it really? I have not really noticed."

Though, most people do not go around commenting on how her skin feels. Most humans cannot tell how cold they are. Or maybe she has never noticed it. Rebekah is over a thousand years old, so things may slip every now and then.

"You could say its a result of my personality. But, that is not the real case."

[scribedhorror]

@deflvwered​ || meme || accepting “the old girl scout comes through again.” ( from kirsty )

“You and Stan should have a meeting. Girl scouts and boy scouts coming together to save the world one knot at a time,” Bill teased, arms crossed casually over his chest, shoulder resting against the trunk of a tree while the opposite leg was kicked over the other leaving him balancing on just the one. 

“Really though, what did you manage to cook up?”

[bloodyxballetmoves]

@deflvwered asked “I’ll try to do better, I swear.” ( from kirsty )

Dylan puts an arm around her shoulders "Hey, it's okay. No one expects you to do this perfectly the first time Kirsty." He raises his other hand and gestures to the rest of the people in the room "Some of us may make dancing look easy but it takes years sometimes to get the right moves down. You can't beat yourself up over one mistake." Dylan smiles softly at her and then leads her back over to the bar and to the place closest to him "Just watch me a couple of times and you'll get it."

He and the other go through the movements once more with him going slower to show Kirsty exactly what to do and how to stand to keep her balance. Dylan once or twice had to stop and help her change her stance to make the moves easier for her. When the teacher calls an end to the lesson for that day Dylan looks at her with a cocked eyebrow "Now wasn't it a whole lot easier when you weren't thinking about what could go wrong?"

[vihilum]

@deflvwered said, “all this suffering is for something.”

He never sought lessons from scripture. Learned experience came outside the text. Taking steps forward of his own accord. Finding out his own way to survive beyond the night. He thought at one point, his hardest trial would be the night he lost his mom, but he had confronted Jason more times since that night, witnessed more death, and felt responsible for every life after that. Everything was staggered, and stacked, atop each other.

“What do you think it’s for?” Genuine curiosity pivoted towards the seer of hell. They’d entered their respective domains, but the view had been different. What had she seen there? What had it meant? “Cause I’m drawing blanks.”