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

[easily]

[The cure is a fake. That's the puncline, and it isn't fun. They raise Silas, eventually put him down and eventually Rebekah leave Mystic Falls. She does not go with Niklaus, not this time. She travels with Elijah for a while, her only other brother left (the ache of Kol's death is acute, but not something she allows herself to dwell on) but eventually she goes on her own. She moves to California, thinks the beaches and sun would be a nice change of pace.

She falls in love with a young surfer, and it almost fills the void (her lovers always do, but it's never quite enough). She moves in with him, feeds behind his back and generally is content. Or as much as she will be. Still. It can't last forever. Nothing ever does (except for her).

She goes out to watch him surf one morning (he snuck out hours ago) and as she walks out on the sand she notices something. A trail of blood. She follows it but she knows as soon as she starts what she'll find at the end. Her boyfriend's corpse. And her brother standing over it. It's been two years since she last seen him, but for creatures like them that's no time at all.]

I suppose I should have known you'd find me eventually. You never could stand being alone for long.

[beget]

[ they part ways, they three who are left. elijah shakes them off, discards them like offal, but that's expected, these days. but rebekah is not, and klaus takes a little time to himself to consider it, to see if he can weather the challenge of existing on his own.

the thing of it is, klaus wasn't built for it. the world opens up into a gaping chasm before him, with nothing but his own thoughts and words to fill it. it's terrifying and he hates it, hates everything about it. and so he tracks down rebekah, because isn't that how things have always been? where his other siblings failed him, rebekah had stood at his side for eons. surely she'll come back to him.

with the right incentive, of course. ]

Good morning, sweet sister. Do you care for a drink?

[ as if she hadn't spoken, because klaus wants everything on his terms, wants this little play to go a certain way and rebekah had always been the one to indulge him. surely that hadn't changed, in all these years. ]

[easily]

[Perhaps she's been waiting for it, waiting for him to track her down like he always does. Niklaus hates being alone, and she has been his companion for centuries, why would he let that change now? She once promised always and forever and he's holding her to her words.

But she's had the taste of having a life of her own, having something besides being his lapdog, his scapegoat, his lifeline. She's not exactly eager to go back to all of that.

And yet she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss him. Life without him doesn't make sense the way she had hoped it would.]

I'm not hungry.

[It's a lie, she hasn't fed yet this morning but she's hardly going to give into his bait so easily. She can't be that easy.]

[beget]

[ at that, klaus' expression flickers from congenial to irritated. she's not playing along the way he'd assumed she would. for is that not what always happens? they squabble and he gives her some time ( usually within a coffin, but one must make do ) and then they reunite. he lets the corpse drop, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he steps over it, as if it were nothing. drained and useless, klaus cares so very little for the life he'd taken if it hadn't gotten a reaction from her. ]

Not even a little sip, to celebrate our reunion?

[ the way klaus speaks makes it clear he assumes this is an inevitability. they'll shout a bit and then, at the very end of it, they'll reunite. that's how such things work. ]

I thought you'd be pleased.

[easily]

[She doesn't want things to go the way they always do. It's not enough, not anymore. She doesn't want to just return to him because there are no other options, because that's what's she always does.

She wants more from him then convenience. She wants more than just expectance. She wants things she's not entirely sure he's capable of giving to anyone, let alone her (actually, she's quite positive he's not capable, that's the problem).

She doesn't bother responding to the second offer.]

I'm surprised it took you this long, honestly.

[Perhaps disappointed somewhere deep inside. She wants him to beg, to prove her needs her.

She takes a step closer to him, picking up a stick from the sand before jamming it into his stomach, a smirk playing on her lips as she does so.]

Since when have you cared whether something pleases me or not?