I go by many names, but I am known by fear.You may know me as Tatia, or if you want to go farther back - Qetsiyah. Surprising? I suppose, or you're just stupid."Don't you dare mistake me for one of those pitiful doppelgangers again. They are copies, and I'm the real thing. Misunderstand that fact again, and I will have your heart."Forever 19 | Primordial witch | Original doppelganger| Resurrected Humanity: UNSTABLE.Tracked tag: theprimordialpetrovaM!A: None (accepting) Indpedent roleplayer for Qetsiyah - Tatia. Original storyline, see the links for more.
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I'm about to throw up with the cluster of Dobrev's and doppelgangers around here. Time to redo this account.
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If I had one night alone with you... (In my ask)
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Tatia nodded, taking a bow with a grin, "And you're meeting both of the legends. Not many know that it's just one person."
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“…Sort of. I’ve met both of your doppelgangers, actually. Friend of a friend is where I heard about you.” It was close enough. Stefan and Klaus were vaguely friends, as were Damon and Elijah. “The witch who created the other side…” He’d spent enough time there to know.
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I want a Tumblr best friend. Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.
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"Mm. Not only Tatia, love."
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“Tatia.”
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"A long time ago, yes," Tatia's mouth pulled a smile at the memories - the fact that Niklaus was even still alive was because of the girl. But, that was not her information to give to Leonardo, "I knew him well. I haven't seen him in... god knows how long, he doesn't even know I'm alive."
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Exact opposite. He didn’t know how he felt about those words in a way he liked it, but there was still some loyalty to his father in him. “I would hope so. I do have half of his genetics after all. Do you know my father well?” Details of their connection had been left out whenever his father mentioned her. He wondered why���feuds maybe? That was usually the answer.
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God damn him and the years of intelligence that he had. It was hard to have a plan on how to take over dominance, or even try to when Silas knew her every point of weakness. The witch watched him helplessly as he spoke to her, trying to speak back through the gag - but it was hopeless. She whimpered through it, her body squirming as she felt herself growing more wet by the second. Qetsiyah gasped out through the gag, her eyes squeezing shut as she winced from the pain. She nodded once, growing more want from him by the second.
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Tatia's eyebrows raised in surprise as the other male spoke, "I'm a witch - immortal one, at that. I mean no harm, but feel free to keep pointing that. It's kinda hot." The brunette smirked, her teeth grazing over her lower lip. "You must be a hunter."
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"Take your sob story somewhere else."
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“I’d provide you with the same question, only I hate you so I don’t really care that you’re alive.”
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Tatia's eyebrows raised in surprise, "You've studied." She took more attention to the male, Alaric, smirking a bit, "Does that mean you know who Qetsiyah is?"
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Where had he heard that name before? He thought for a moment before it clicked. “You’re the first one….the one Esther used to make the originals… I’m Alaric Saltzman.”
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I am taking my happy ass to bed. Like if I owe, or if you want a thread.
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Tatia nodded, running a hand through her curly locks as she shook her head a few times. "No, no," She laughed, looking up at him, "If anything it's the exact opposite, I can see why he's never told you about me. You look like him." The brunette smiled softly. She was unsure what he was talking about, but the Nik that she had once known was just like his son.
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“Not exactly…I’ve heard your name before that’s all.” The young Mikaelson replied. The look of surprise and question still lingered on her face and he knew she would just continue to think about it. “What? Is there something you want to know? If my father has wronged you in the past then please, let us move by it. I’m not like him in the aspect of previous grievances.”
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Tatia nodded, but she didn't want to pry anymore. This situation brought out her humanity which had been caged in for such a long time. She never thought she'd meet a newly born Mikaelson. It was a work of art, almost - she couldn't help but be in awe. She quickly shook it off, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. "You know who I am?"
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Leonardo sighed at her reaction. Why did everyone always look at him like that? “Yes as in Niklaus’ son and his blood. I grew rapidly that’s why I appear to be so old,but really I wasn’t born long ago.” It was a monotonous activity of repeating the explanation. “Tatia? Nice to know I pissed off someone so powerful minutes ago. Thanks for the warning.”
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"You have no idea." The witch rolled her eyes, before they widened at the name. She hadn't seen him... since she made her appearance back in the world. Hadn't even heard of him, for the matter, until now. "Niklaus?" She breathed, shaking her head. "He had.. a child? You're his blood?" The original was completely baffled, but she brushed it off. "Tatia.. Tatia Petrova."
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“That I would. If they aren’t pretending to be me though, I don’t think I would have a huge concern about it.” He shrugged. “My father is Klaus.” Leonardo responded promptly. He had become so used to that reply that he said it in seconds without a thought. Sometimes he wondered if he should leave his fathers name out of conversations- most of the times it wasn’t well received. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
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"Feel free to, handsome. Don't keep me waiting."
I'm clearly not drunk enough tonight.
“Well I feel honored but shouldn’t I be pouring a beautiful lady a drink instead?”
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