Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character dressing another, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
In the dead of December the ice draws heartlines on her windows, cracked in the center and jagged around the edges. Caroline would like to blow them away, but the ice in her breath surprises even her: she had not thought it possible to still feel the cold. Klaus finds her leaning on the windowsill, blanket abandoned on the couch by the hearth. She is still, as though by stubbornly staying so she would not shatter the stillness of the winter.
“Caroline,” her name leaves his tongue in a graceful lope, stretching its limbs across the room, wraps and tugs on her curls until she looks his way, a crease in her brows at being disturbed.
“Come for a walk with me.”
“It’s too cold.” But she says this with a little trill in her voice, delighting in something so simple, so human, and Klaus frowns, because he shouldn’t be charmed by this. He holds up a coat to cover the pause where he should have responded–one of his, unearthed from the recesses of a chest under the bed of this long-forgotten cabin.
“This should keep you warm, then.”
It’s the aged-looking leather that has her interest piqued: she walks up to him questioning what century it was from (should he be offended?), if it really was his and not stolen from Kol because it’s way too cool for his broody self (excuse her, Kol has tried many times to steal this from him, thank you very much), and if this was the only jacket he had (it was the least blood-stained).
“Well?” he prompts. She’s still looking dubious, so he drapes it around her shoulders with the tiniest of sighs, but it turns into a laugh when she stands there waving her hands in sleeves that are too long for her, swallowed by the bulk of the jacket. Maybe it would look better buttoned–so he starts to make quick work of that, fixing the collars, pulling her curls out of the neck of the jacket so they spill brightly against the dark leather.
“I feel…” She frowns. “Warm,” she decides at last.
“You look it.” The jacket is ridiculously a bit too big on her, but he cannot help the smile tugging on his lips: where it had smelled like the dust of the woods it will now smell like the sweet citrus of her scent, and she didn’t swat his helpful hands away for once, like she usually would - demand that she do thing on her own, that she’s capable.
He can’t help it: he kisses the top of her head, absentmindedly, like they’ve been doing this for years, and she peers up at him with a curiosity that isn’t hostile or unwelcome. And she asks, “Got any gloves?”
I was tagged by @ourinquisitorialness to make a playlist for one of my characters so here’s a few songs that remind me of Aalis.
Heartlines - Florence + the Machine - Odyssey on odyssey and land over land / Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand / Still I follow the heartlines on your hand / This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone / Echoes of a city that’s long overgrown / Your heart is the only place that I call home / I cannot be returned
Strange Love - Halsey - We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night / But the ending is the same every damn time / They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange / But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything, anything / And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage / But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything
Home - Jasmine Thompson - ‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone / Is where you go when you’re alone / Is where you go to rest your bones / It’s not just where you lay your head / It’s not just where you make your bed / As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?
In My Mind - Amanda Palmer - In my mind / In a future five years from now / I’m one hundred and twenty pounds / And I never get hung over / Because I will be the picture of discipline / Never minding what state I’m in / And I will be someone I admire
You, Me & the Bourgeoisie - The Submarines - We’re not living the Good life / Unless we’re fighting the Good fight / You and Me just trying to get it right / In the center of the first world / It’s laid out for us, who are we to break down? / Everyday we wake up / We choose Love / We choose light / And we try, it’s too easy just to fall apart
The Parting Glass - Sarah Greene - Of all the money that e'er I had / I spent it in good Company / And all the Harm that e’er I’ve done / Alas it was to none but me / And all I’ve done for want of Wit / To Mem'ry now, I can’t recall / So fill to me the parting Glass / Good Night and Joy be with you all.
So yeah, there it is! This was actually a lot of fun so maybe I’ll do some for my other Inquisitors eventually. I’ll tag @beckstasy and @captainmalbrooke but anyone else who wants to do it should! :)
Had a wonderful photoshoot with photographer Kirby Heartline today ❤. A sneek peek of one of the shots from today 📷. My Regina Evil Queen Cisplay 🍎🏰. #fireflypath #cosplaypositive #cosplay #gown #oncers #onceuponatimecosplay #onceuponatime #oncer #ouat #Reginaevilqueen #reginacosplay #reginacostume #reginagown #evilqueen #evilqueencosplay #tvshow #evilqueencostume #evilqueen #theevilqueen #poisonapple #dress #alternativecurves
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Rules: Using only the song titles from one artist, cleverly answer these 11questions. Tag 10 people.
Artist I chose: Florence & The Machine
What is your gender?: Girl With One Eye Describe yourself?: Strangeness and Charm How do you feel?: Hurricane Drunk If you could go anywhere, where would it be?: Leave My Body Favorite mode of transportation?: What the Water Gave Me Your best friend?: All This and Heaven Too Favorite time of the day?: No Light, No Light If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?: Heartlines What is life to you?: Kiss With a Fist Relationship status?: Bedroom Hymns (OR My Body Builds Coffins, OR You’ve Got The Love, OR Howl) Your fear?: Breaking Down
listen i nonstop make clexa/florence + the machine edits for a reason all of her songs are clexa af, notably: the hardest of hearts, no light, breath of life, heartlines, landscape, and heavy in your arms
other songs i associate with clexa are: begin again by purity ring, war paint by kelly clarkson, satellite call by sara bareilles & arsonist’s lullabye by hozier
i’m sure there are more. mostly lots and lots of angst….