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

[believable]

[ if anyone asks her, emotions are useless and she doesn't feel anything. everyone should be turning it off. does wonders for your livelihood, and your haircut if you're elena gilbert.

she's utmost convincing on her best days. time has passed since she was at her most convincing when it came to bargaining with herself, but that hardly matters now. does it? and if an emotion threatens to slip through the cracks and betrays the otherwise impenetrable demeanor, elena pretends not to notice, and she keeps going.

(jeremy is dead. the thought comes to her, in idle moments where thoughts stray away from her. betray her until she sinks into the memory. she thinks of it in a detached manner, like she's thinking of someone else's brother, someone else's life. it might as well be. she doesn't feel anything about it.)

she stomps on the grief, cuts out the parts of herself that were weathering her down, and suddenly she feels invincible and amazing and unmoved by everything and nothing at all. (she'll remember to send damon a thank you card, unless she remembers to forget.) and away from queen caroline and the brothers that loved her too much or not enough, reflections of an image that doesn't always belong to her, elena can do whatever she wants. and what she wants isn't found in blood bags and the pathetic substitute of a craving found in bunnies and deers.

elena wants something warmer. if it comes attached to men victimizing young girls, all the better. she's doing the world a favor.

a finger is loosely curled over a strand of her hair, and she turns at rebekah's comment. ] Good. I was starting to get bored. [ weren't you, rebekah? ]

[easily]

[Rebekah envies Elena, in a way. The older you are as a vampire the harder it is to turn off your humanity -- needless to say for one as old as Rebekah it's damn near impossible. She'd like to be emotionless, cold and hollowed out (sometimes, she feels that way anyways when she thinks of everything she's gone through after she awoke from her ninety year sleep, and everything that happened before that).

She wishes she could think of her brother's betrayals the way Elena seems to feel about her brother's death. You are not my sister, you are nothing. That she could be devoid, detached. It's something to aspire to.

But she feels. Rebekah feels and Rebekah's yearns and she still wants to find Katerina and find the cure and start over because god does her life right now just suck but for now? They search. They indulge (she'll give into her worst vampiric natures while searching for a way to become human again -- the irony isn't lost on her). And if they get a few more creeps out of the world in the process?

Mores the better.

She turns to glance over at the doppelganger, an unlikely companion for her and yet a fitting one, in strange ways.]

You and me both. It's been days since we had proper excitement.