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]

[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?