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i’m trying to be a better person but motherfuckers are making it extra hard .
i’m trying to be a better person but motherfuckers are making it extra hard .
( he turns, swift and fast — he stood close, so very close; chests touching, head lowered to look down upon her. lips close to her cheek. ) what makes you think I care if you live or die. you're my prey.
[I'm daring to rest my fingertips at your shoulder when I keep on murmuring.] He's not my precious hybrid boy, as you put it... but if he dies, so do I..
( does she. . . ? ) hm, I suppose that seems reasonable. but how will I know you would follow through with yours?
( does he enjoy arguing with strangers? ) okay , you say sorry first and then i’ll apologize for reacting —-
( he'll be sure to wait for the moment she shows them. ) and how is it mine, you run blindly into me?
( at least she has manners ) . . . how is it my fault you’re just standing around ?
'' a challenge? '' a slow scoff, head shook once. '' no — sustenance. 'our' kind keeps me full. ''
She's curious... And color her a touch nervous but hey- This is to sateiate curiosity. " I suppose your dietary choices have raised more than just my own brows- you feed on others of our kind? Is it the challenge? " She asked bluntly, as she tilted her head.
( a slow inhale at the breath on his ear. ) mikaelson. a name so famous — but foolish children that hold it. all can die, even your precious hybrid boy.
[Murmuring in your ear when standing behind you.] Klaus Mikaelson... Would put him in his place to be nothing but a snack. He can't die — but his ego can.
and you think you could enchant me in any way? sweet young one, my blood boils and burns. my life has been entangled with a witch older than time. magic, is what I ate for breakfast. what could you possibly offer me.
Relax. I’m not trying to be your type. I just think it’s funny how loud the ones who 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 get about not wanting a taste. And to think I was this close to enchanting your blood to taste like 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡.
( says the one with attitude. ) and why should I apologize for something that is clearly your own fault.
( he’s a bit of a dick , isn’t he ?) well , this meaningful conversation we’re having didn’t help either . / and / you haven’t apologized yet .
𝒔.𝒘
do you understand the 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 it took to become this 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 .ᐣ
selective taste. you're just disappointed I don't feed on your kind.
You say it like it’s a problem. It’s just… 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒.
( she's a bit dramatic, isn't she. ) right — because the ten seconds you sat here, was enough to miss the bus. maybe you ought to leave earlier next time.
( chocolate hues narrow in annoyance but her eyes fall to his hand — hell no . she doesn’t want his fake chivalry . cue her pushing herself onto her feet ) i was in a rush , but it doesn’t matter — because thanks to you i already missed the bus .
and you are the one with 'standards', hm?
Good. I’d hate for you to starve over someone with standards. 😏
( eyes roll slightly; leaning down just a tad while extending a hand. ) who the hell would not pay attention to anything in front of them.
( aggressively brushes her hair out of her eyes , still on the ground ) that’s the problem , who the hell just stops and stands there ? the heck is wrong with you ?
( slow rise of his brow. ) I was stood still. don't fault me for your clumsiness.
HEY ! watch where 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 going ——— . . .
mmh. then I'll find someone who is.
So I'm... Unsuitable for your... Intentions. (but the joke still bites... Even when I pretend no to be ... palatable)