(2013) open rp post

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permanent open rp post

new year, new post.
❧ select one of my characters (or one that you know I play but isn't on the list)
❧ leave a prompt: pictures work best; lyrics, scenarios of your own creation, etc.
❧ reply as many times as you want.
❧ the apocalypse finally happens.

❧ please note that I am extremely backtag friendly and will be backtagging these threads until the cows come home. and I'm always really eager to do things even if this post is found months after it's posted. also lol sometimes i may take a bit to get to them since some characters are harder for me to think up things and require some canon review! sorry for the wait, i'll make you a vegemite sandwich in the interim.

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[veritatem]

[ ghosts are heady things between them, weighing and pressuring, threatening to snap in the blink of an eye. katerina is the only ghost elijah has ever attempted to hold onto — forever out of his reach, even in the taste of her kiss and now the newly kickstarted beat of her heart. it's feels like old hat, like a play he knows all of his lines in; he arrives, falls for her bedroom lies, and drinks in that ghost until he realizes it was always katherine and never katerina.

the uneven beat of her heart has him distracted, the gore webbing his fingers lost in the cadence of it. it shows, too, in the crease of his brows and the way he opens his mouth only to promptly shut once again. there's gravity between them now, more than ghosts could ever lend to and it almost feels like a flash of a different time — a time when klaus was a name otherwise unknown to her and the only game around them was one of noble politics. ]

Willingly, [ he parrots as though the word is foreign, but the embittered twitch of his lips speaks volumes. katherine is a creature of necessity — he knows this as he knows her heartbeat, as he knows katerina, but necessity isn't something elijah dreams of, though he operates in kind.

( dreams, after all, are something afforded to children. ) ]

What else should I know, then? Should I know why you're in a city inhabited by the very man you've been running from for centuries? [ years ago, he might have chosen to believe it was for himself, but those hopes are tainted between them — no matter how much he yearns for them still. at the very least, he doesn't step away to put more distance between them when she takes that single step. ]