“I’m loving the new hair, Tianna,” smirked Bastion, eyeing Tianna’s wild curls. “Well, look who’s back!” said Tianna, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “As much as I would LOVE to shoot the breeze with you, I have work to do.” Before Bastion could say another word, the young bartender shoved past him and disappeared into the crowd.
So, before I could even stop myself, my hands accidentally Bastianna’d
I, and probably everyone else, imagine that Tianna is hardworking bartender on the docks and Bastion is a pirate. He frequents the bar when he comes back from sea. Tianna is hardworking, snarky, sassy, and a bit tsundere while Bastion is a laidback, easy going, adventure loving fellow who frequently tries to get Tianna to take breaks and loosen up a bit, even though he fails almost every time. YEAH I’M SOOOOO ORIGINAL HURRR DUUUURRR.
But yeah, I imagine these two having epic sass-offs to the enjoyment of all the bar patrons. ALSO, flirt fighting. LOTS of flirt fighting. Maybe unintentional for Tianna lol
Please excuse the crappiness of the drawing I drew it really quickly and roughly, but most of my work looks like crraaaaap and the image quality, the scanner is busted so I can only do webcam pics.
I dunno. I imagined it’s a normal evening at the bar and Bastion has returned and is trying to impress Tianna with stories of adventure. Tianna’s actually captivated and interested and then he gets into a make believe story about how he wooed a princess of a far off land and Tianna just goes “Bullshit detector going off. Nope….”
AN: Written for the lovely Luiza @itsnotacrimetoloveyou for Klaroline Vacay Exchange. Canon till Kol’s death but Caroline has never lived in Mystic Falls.
Hope you like :)
“And I fell into the ring of fire”
(Johnny Cash ‘Ring Of Fire’)
He was staring at his body
for hours. Days. Locked in that damn living room.
Over the centuries, Klaus
had studied and perfected a great number of torture methods - invented quite a
few of them himself - and yet, burning had never been among his favourites.
The tang of burnt human
flesh was quite…unbearable. That acrid, sickly-sweet smell that invaded
nostrils and stuck to your tongue, lingering there forever.
Honestly, there were
techniques far superior for obliterating someone, for breaking their spirit.
And in that house, it
reeked so fucking bad that, had it not been for the fact vampires didn’t get
sick, he would surely hurtle his guts all over the floor.
Especially given it was his
little brother’s body that gave off that smell. It was his smell that stuck to
Kol, lying dead on that
mundane tasteless floor, his body ashen, and his face, for the first time in
millennium, blank. No sign of amusement carving his features or a vicious smirk
that would curl his lips, eyes vibrant, laughing, flashing with spark.
Memories of thousand years
rose in his throat like bile, bitter, burning, bellowing bells that resounded
in his head, leaving such…blankness in their wake.
Blankness and then, as if
from the ashes that covered Kol’s body - rage, flames rising higher and higher,
licking at his insides, like sharp teeth gnawing at the festering wound.
Shadows and screaming
wraiths, flashing through his mind - Kol’s reckless laugh, biting voice,
Slowly, ever so slowly, his
eyes shifted away, scanning the room until they landed on photographs perched
up on the drawer.
Two young faces, looking
right back at him, laughter in their eyes that seemed like a blatant mockery of