Open Picture Prompt Post

[desertions]

An Open RP Post, with a ~twist~. Basically, I love picture prompts more than life itself, so this is what you do.

1. You choose one of your characters.
2. You leave me a picture prompt and/or what character of mine you're requesting (if you don't request a specific one, I turn the wheel of RP fortune or something like that).
3. I comment setting up a scenario inspired/based on the prompt
4. profit????

Comments

[forsake]

I'd appreciate that. [ though now the narration has the most amusing visual of rebekah going promzilla on everyone for ruining one of the big dances. it would be the best thing ever.

can this happen someday? it should happen someday.

matt closes the door behind her, and offers her his arm. he glances at her as he emphasizes the gesture. (she really does look beautiful, he thinks. hard not to think, considering.) ] Bad track record or not, I think we got this.

[ it's not jinxing themselves, okay. it's putting out a positive vibe.

just stay at home, klauschan. ]

[easily]

[Rebekah being promzilla is going to be a thing that happens someday ok.

Like if you think Carrie was an issue...welp...

But for now she'll just take his arm happily, unable to wipe the beaming smile from her lips (she's lived so long but sometimes the smallest things still make her happy -- moments where she feels like a young girl again).]

I think we're both more than capable of having a good evening.

[srsly klaus no one wants you there. you don't even go here.]

[forsake]

[ you really don't, klaus. ]

It's not our capability of having a good evening I would be worried about.

[ it's everything else. everything can go wrong in a dime, but matt's choosing to be optimistic this time around. thus the keywords being would be. they can totally have a blast, okay.

he leads rebekah into the familiar gymnasium, adorned to the brim with colorful frilliness and spotlights. none of the familiar faces have shown up, at least not yet, and strangely enough that's welcomed.

it just feels like him and her, and that's how this works best. somehow. when it's just him and her. ]

[easily]

Well, of course not, but let's try to be positive, shall we?

[Or seriously. Promzilla. That'll be a thing.

But for now her expression stays pleased, almost beaming with joy as she follows him into the gym. Sure, it's such a simple thing to be so happy about but she can't help it.

None of the others are here yet, not the people they really knew anyways, and it suits her just fine. It's best when they're alone.]

[forsake]

Positivity never hurt anyone.

[ and it's not like he can say he wouldn't welcome a change of pace, or something going their way for once. matt doesn't like this feeling, of being stuck. of his friends being stuck and his being unable to leave them because it doesn't matter how hard they fight, something always ends up happening.

and it blows everything apart. he wants to be realistic, but he also doesn't want to believe that each and every single time something is going to go to hell. he doesn't want to keep himself from enjoying something because of the chance that it might.

so he turns to her with a slight smile once they step into the gym.

the lights are just right amount of dim as the couples start swarming toward the dance floor. ]

[easily]

They did a good job decorating the place. [She comments, looking around with a look of awe on her face. Has she been to a million balls and fancier parties? Sure. But there's something so beautiful about the simplicity of all this.

It feels so normal

And it certainly helps that she helped plan out the decoration themes. ]

[forsake]

Caroline's always dedicated with this stuff. [ matt turns to her a bit curiously, catching the look of awe on her face. it isn't anything like how she looked at that ball. the ball in which she gave him a grand tour, showed him her favorite room in the whole house. showed him her room, something so vulnerable about it.

balloons and trickling stars make her look in such a way that fancy balls can't, and it makes her that much harder to figure out. ]

Why's this stuff so important to you, anyway?

[easily]

So I've noticed. We didn't even kill each other working on this one.

[Miracle of miracles, to be honest.

It's different. Sure, the ball had been nice and all, but she's been to a million balls with her family. This is different. Simple. A right of passage she's never gotten to have before.

At his question she shrugs her shoulders a little, trying to deflect.]

I've never gotten to go to one before, I wanted to see what it's like.

[forsake]

[ matt's more intuitive than he's given credit for.

honestly, it goes with the whole invisible thing. people kind of overlook him easily, and that lets him, in turn, look at things more closely. if he notices she's trying to deflect, he doesn't call her on it.

he does study her for a moment, his lips curving almost imperceptibly. ]

So? [ he turns to her expectantly. ] Does it meet your approval?

[easily]

[She nods a little.] It does. [She smiles, closing her eyes for a moment. She can almost imagine just being a girl, a human girl going to a dance with a boy she really liked. It's a nice thought. It's nice to pretend, even if just for a moment, just for a night.

Of course, she's not just a girl but this is still her first high school dance and she is here with a boy she really likes so perhaps it's not all pretend for once. She opens her eyes, the smile shifting to something more genuine now.]

It exceeds it, even.

[forsake]

[ matt didn't get it, at first. why rebekah would have an interest in him. even as a person, or a friend, he couldn't see it. why this timeless vampire would be so hellbent on going to prom and being part of the committees. and he does now, he thinks. he gets what he can give her. she's not human, but she can feel like a human girl that's just going to a dance with a human boy.

he can give that to her, and maybe he wants to.

matt turns to rebekah when she says it exceeds it. ]

Night's not over yet.

[ he lifts up his arm in offer, before he tilts his head toward the dance floor. ]

[easily]

[She smiles, taking his arm easily.]

No, it's just beginning.

[And they might as well enjoy themselves for now because knowing the Mystic Falls track record they would eventually go awry.

As he leads her onto the dance floor a slow number is playing. She takes one hand in her own while resting the other on his shoulder.]