#dyn :: siphvnr / kai : 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀.

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not me binging The Vampire Diaries again because of specific muses infiltrating. 🤍

@siphvnr & @bloodwr4th get the honorable mention, but there are so many of you that I love and adore. And while NOT a canon series Damon, my beloved @damnatore and seeing just how the series failed this character on SO many levels. 🤍

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@siphvnr if this is not the damn diner scene we had written about a month ago, I don't want it.

god id wish youd shut the fuck up

wish denied

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continuing from my last reblog;

@siphvnr ———— I’m CACKLING

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❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

The pursing of her lips after she had just applied the designer gloss made a smacking resonance, and with a dramatic twitch, she placed her hands on her lips and crossed one ankle over the other as she watched what happened— or rather, what should have happened. ❛ Cristo en una galleta, ❜ she blasphemed, and internally, she wryly bit down on her invisible lip.

Sometimes, she’d have flareups, but it would be to the point of burning down a whole village and not something this gory and aimed. But in natural Malachai Parker fashion, he had lived up to the true potential of his shady name, even IF it was part of the manmade la Biblia. That alone meant that it couldn’t be entirely trusted, nor anyone with the name Malachai. Which made her trust him implicitly. And yet, she did not have any idea why.

❛ Oh, come on. Remember that time you took out an entire wedding? Just be happy that your abilities weren’t taken away— by the way, you really know how to get your whole head involved in the matter. ❜ She laughed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist her punning at him. ❛ Kai, relax. Breathe. At least your powers aren’t on the fritz, and you might be able to take out the whole human race. It just needs a wider… aim. ❜ 

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[ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ] nausi would rip kai to shreds if he said something negative, which makes her a 12.

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@siphvnr

i swear to god i’m 😂😂😂

What's a thing you've always wanted to do

shut the fuck up. Unfortunately i am unable to

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that’s an urban legend. calm down.

❛ How do you know what is or isn't an urban legend? Unless you somehow fabricated the information to be passed through various sources. Isn't that hard to do from hell? ❜ She eyed him mechanically, unable to help herself as she floated to the back of her seat, resting against the cushion against the blades of her shoulder. Oh, this should be rich. Any story coming out of his mouth is always a recipe for unequivocal respite.

❛ Besides, the Bunny Man well [ . . . ] existed around the time of your greatest hits! Fancy that, maybe you ARE the Bunny Man. ❜ Swallowing into a half-cocked wry smile, she couldn't help but to continue. ❛ Virginia? You were there at one point. So check. Axe? Check again. Urban legend my ass. ❜

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what can i say? i like playing with my food.

( I felt like this could ALSO be attached to the diner scene, soooo same setting, different passage! )

She shifted in her seat, deeming to not raise her partially shrouded eyes to catch his irony-bled movements, the dark timbre of libretti befalling his lips holding her bemusedly off-guard. Would they ever leave this shitty little diner? Linda was probably a goner, just like the rest of the crowd that drifted along the lengthwise perimeter of the restaurant, sitting endlessly upon the ripped leather barstools worn with time and lack of reconditioning.

❛ Oh yeah? It's either you shove the rest of that burger into your mouth, or I am going to cram it down there, ❜ her eyes drifted upward, but she remained to look at him from the tops of her eyes, about having enough with his puerile antics. She sat there, bristling, entirely on edge, and it was obvious that this was had been his goal all along.

❛ Are you satisfied? You got the side of me you were hoping to have. Consider it a parting gift. ❜ Standing up, she threw a crisp Benjamin Franklin on the table, and wiped her mouth with the thick napkin before placing it on her plate.

❛ Okay Parker, where to? ❜

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are you lying to me?

Hands splay the table, stretching out each slender digit in front of her before she gripped the edge of the oak table, stretching like a languorous house cat. It had been a long day, and being in the car with him for several states had begun taking a toll on her, especially when she had offered for them to fly out with the Thorn jet. Somehow she had been convinced to go the long route; and here they were, in her tiny Porsche. Her compact legs, albeit on the curtailed side, were definitely feeling the urgency of a good basking in the resident hot tub at the shithole hotel they wound up in. She almost forgot she hadn't been alone when his voice cut through the peaceful night, booming with avid lucidity.

❛ Now, why would you think I'm lying to you? ❜ She was perplexed of the fact that she could get a word in, as usually he occupied enough dialogue to speak for her and anyone in the vicinity. But just now she could feel those eyes on her. What might make another person feel alarmed didn't have that same withstanding effect on her, and something gave way to his mannerism that detailed he might have been a little disappointed. It could have been a figment of her imagination, but she wasn't to keen on playing games tonight.

❛ I told you we were going to stop at a shithole and we have definitely stopped at a shithole. We have to keep a low profile because I am pretty sure that waitress at the diner recognized you. ❜ Rummaging through her bag for extra clothes, she eyed him mechanically. She had an inkling that he knew that she knew he wasn't referring to the crummy hotel or that waitress.

❛ Lying is a fine art, and I think you've done your fair share today. If I happen to keep up with you, you should be rather smug that your questionable behavior is rubbing off on me. ❜

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she is so used to being alone that she is the most touch-starved person, especially when it comes to her friendships. When her entire Coven let her down and betrayed her, she vowed to never be close to another single person again. It first started with her learning compassion from her right-hand mafia maid (lol), Francesca. We call her Frankie. And then, when Kol / @bloodwr4th came into her life, that was the HUGE bang that her life was not meant to be untouched and unphased by others. And then came actual friends. Friends such as Wanda / @maxmoffs , Marcus / @renownedagent , Kai @siphvnr even if she wants to strangle this mf at the local diner. But like...... YES. She would do anything for her friends. She loves them and would die for them. This is not an exhaustive list, obv.

                              and as soon as i can hold you once again                                             i won’t let go of you                                                    i swear

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the grimoire we're looking for isn't here. somebody must've took it . . .

Nausicaä honestly wondered if he thought she had been born yesterday. Sure things must have been simpler in a time like 1994, but she knew who he was, what he was about, and he was akin to the god of mischief with how he always seemed to be knifed to the hilt with that kind of thing.

❛ By somebody, do you mean you, or are we still acting like we have no idea what is going on. ❜ She knew Kai was up to his bullshit, it gave off a thick redolence of perversity, and the wood paneled room they stood in offered no more clues than a haystack would give up its secret compartment for the needle.

❛ I swear to the unholy legions that if you are messing with me right now, I might take second flight with that whole spontaneous combustion idea. ❜ She definitely hadn't fallen off of any turnip trucks, and she would throttle him if he was ushering her into a trap, just as he was known to do.