Rebekah was back in New Orleans for a jazz festival. One last hoorah to end her three-year tour around the world. During her travels she’d had time to reminisce over the many different lives she’d led over the centuries, and what she’d discovered was that there was something truly SPECIAL about this city. It had a way of evoking feelings of nostalgia that that were so much more intense than anything she’d felt in all the other places she’d called home. Perhaps thats why returning was so difficult.
Naturally, she was getting good and liquored up on her balcony overlooking the festivities on bourbon street, enjoying the jazz and feeling a bit sorry for herself, when she was interrupted. Surely this lurker was the luckiest man in the French Quarter, as Rebekah didn’t snap his neck on sight for disrupting her. In fact, she found that his presence stirred up more of that SENTIMENTAL LONGING she’d been hanging onto.
DAMN HER SOFT HEART for having hope in the moment, however fleeting or daft it might have been. There was just something so FAMILIAR in the stranger’s eyes, that she allowed herself to indulge in the fantasy she was creating for herself, ❛ Elijah? ❜ She said it so softly, unsure if she wanted his answer.
❛ Marcel. ❜ She repeated, taking his hand in her own, to lace every finger together tightly. This wouldn’t be an easy conversation, but it was one that NEEDED to happen. She’d heard through the grapevine that Elena was on her deathbed, and this was finally HER CHANCE. Their chance, really. ❛ We can’t keep putting this off. You know as well as I do that we’ve got to chat about the cure. ❜
@fiercerebekah asked: “when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
It wasn’t the best time to be having a conversation like this, not when there was a war going on outside the castle and her forest was burning, but Pam knew she had to. After all, it was the last time she would be seeing the princess.
“There’s no you and me,” she said, “I’ve never wanted to be part of this, of your world.” She looked up just in time to see the blonde knight take her spot beside Rebekah. “I’m leaving. I need to save my forest from the army.” She could hear the cries for help, and it was causing her as much pain as it was to her babies. “I believe Kara here will keep you safe. Don’t bother looking for me when this is all over. The Green will make sure you will never find me again.”
There’s no you and me. Those five words served as something of an invisible fist, forcing it’s way into her rib cage to SQUEEZE HER DEAD HEART. Perhaps it showed, in the way that she fell silent for a moment, or in the thick swallow that followed. At this point, Rebekah should be used to people disappointing her. However, this response from Pamela truly caught her off guard, in the worst way. Of course, Rebekah was a master of turning hurt into anger and loathing. That felt much SAFER. So it’s precisely what she did.
❛ Well go on then. Run off like a scared pup with your tail between your legs. I don’t give a damn, Pamela. You needn’t worry about me looking for you, ever. I’d rather NOT see your traitorous face again. ❜ There was a calculated coldness in the way she spat each word. Clearly she was a fool for reading into this. Rebekah had no one to blame but herself. ( @ofpoisonkisses )
it’s dangerous& he knows that her temper was one to match her brothers so he shouldn’t play games or test the waters — but he’s not one to go down easy . he likes to think that is what kept drawing rebekah back in & stopped anyone from actually eviscerating him . ‘ i didn’t turn you in , my darling . ' he purrs to his lover . ' i fear you may have lost your mind . ' his eyes seem to darken as lips curved into a smirk . she wasn’t there with him but he knows that she is possibly fuming , squirming in her chair , itching to get out . and oh , would be easy for her to find him .
' maybe you behaved so messily&impulsively that you alone had gotten caught & because of your undying love for me you roped me into your debauchery . ’
It’s as though he knows exactly what to say to leave her SEETHING. And as much as she’d like to jump through the phone and strangle the last breath out of him, she can’t. So she simply grits her teeth, in an attempt to temper the ever growing loathing. Surely this is what he wants, to rile her up. ❛ You’re STUCK ON ME. It’s so painfully obvious, Rian. That’s why you’ve gone out of your way to turn me in, and lie to the authorities. ❜
Her nails dig into the cheap plastic of the cop’s phone, chipping off pieces with a sharp crack. ❛ Do me a favor and BUGGER OFF, for good, lover. ❜ ( @avanoir )
I only write Rebekah with Claire Holt as a fc (with very limited exceptions)
Multiverse & Multiship - If you want to plot something just send me a message.
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This blog is multiship but above all else there must be chemistry. My Rebekah is bisexual and I am open to explore any ship as long as there is chemistry there. Note that there will be MIKAELCEST present on this blog.
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Rebekah is an original vampire, there will be dark themes and there will be sexual content in the form of writing and images.NSFW will be tagged #nsfw . I will not under any circumstances rp smut with minors. I have no triggers but please let me know if you have a trigger that I haven’t tagged and I’ll fix it right away <3
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I will write with mutuals only.
Completely open to crossovers, give them to me >DD
OC/multimuse Friendly. That being said, I will not write with OC children of Rebekah unless we have spoken about it and plotted before.
I don't write with anime/cartoon fcs.
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Spoilers will be tagged to spoilers
I will tag spoilers from the Friday that The Originals comes on until Sunday. If you’d like me to tag after that, please just send me a message and I will!
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About Maggie
BASICS
Name: Maggie Greene Full Name: Margaret Lynne Greene Age: 22-24 (verse dependent) Nationality: American Date of Birth: November 24th
Maggie’s early life was spent living on the Greene family farm. The happy ignorance of her youth was disrupted at an early age when her mother Josephine became sick and passed away soon after. The young girl, who had always been close to her mother, was absolutely devastated. Finding comfort in a support group her father, Hershel, remarried far too quickly for Maggie’s liking and caused a rift in the relationship between the two. Soon after Hershel was remarried the brunette started acting out against her father, acting the exact opposite of what her father wanted out of spite.
However, when Maggie’s younger sister Beth was born her attitude slowly began to change. Maggie formed a close and loving relationship with her new family, including her step-mother Annette and step-brother Shawn. At first she remained much more distant to Hershel than she had ever been before the loss of her mother, only making an effort to fully re-build her relationship with her father in her high school years.
Not long before the outbreak started Maggie graduated from college and, much to her father’s disagreement, began looking for an apartment and a job in downtown Atlanta, Georgia. When the media started covering the spread of a new super flu spreading across the United States Hershel insisted that his daughter return to the family farm until the government had the situation under control. Without any argument the eldest Greene returned to the farm with hopes that the hype of the virus would pass over quickly.
