Rebekah Mikaelson
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“ I have my brothers manners
And my fathers temper. “
• Original Vampire
• Descriptive & Experienced
• Seeking Mains And Storylines
• #Mikaelcest there’s your warning.
• Open to Dark themes and SLs
♡ for a dm to plot.
RT
I am not, nor will I ever be, the sharing type. What’s mine remains mine, eternally. And if you're foolish enough to think otherwise? Well, that's your own damn fault for believing in fairy tales.
I arch a brow, arms folding as I step inside. “Well, Well, Nik, I never thought I’d see the day you actually welcomed my company. Must be worse than I imagined.” I let the words settle before moving further in, casting a glance around the room.
Actually, yes. That would be...welcome. It's been a trying day, and even the company of my most aggravating sibling would be preferable to this oppressive silence. Come in, Rebekah.
rage is a quiet thing. well, you think that you've tamed it but it's just lying in wait. rage, is it in my veins? i feel it in my face when i least expect it.
i love you. that is one thing i am sure of, that is one thing i know above all else. i just don't know if i love you enough. sink your teeth into my wrist and scrape your fingers against my bone and tell me you still need me.
»her eyes alight with triumph.
I don’t breathe.
I can’t.
Klaus takes one step closer.
Then another.
And another.
The walls close in.
I am trapped.
No more lies. No more running.
This is retribution and there is no escape.
»my throat like broken glass.
His expression is unreadable, carved from stone, but his eyes— His eyes are not.
They are fire and blood and betrayal.
A slow, sinking dread curls around my ribs.
Genevieve stands, smoothing out her dress.
"I told him everything," she purrs,»