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Tweak says, "Squee!"

elena gilbert (matter) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2014-05-19 15:34:00

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clay kaczmarek, elena gilbert, kitty pryde (aoa), sam winchester, spencer reid

( day 272 ) shared dreaming!
dream option one: mystic falls cemetery.

[ there's a crow. it's the first thing you notice, how it's perched on top of stone and screaming before flapping away, leading your eyes into an old cemetery. the sign reads: "mystic falls cemetery, estd, 1792."

there's something different about this place, whether you've been here or not. a girl you might know with straight dark hair is leaning against one of the tombstones, her diary in her lap. she's writing. what's odd is this cemetery? it's in somebody's backyard. elena's backyard. her house is not three yards behind her. if you walk inside the cemetery grounds, you might catch some names on the headstones.

most of them are gilberts: "john, miranda, grayson." one says "jenna sommers" and another "alaric saltzman." maybe you recognize "stefan salvatore" and "caroline forbes," too. one of them, the one elena's sitting at? it has her name. ]

dream option two: hunting.

[ the bar and grill you're in is small and packed. she's a girl with a warm smile, drinking without a care in the world. she's even throwing her hands up in celebration at the game of pool she's winning. but something's not quite right about this place - there are too many shadows. you might notice the girl's smile isn't quite as warm as it seems. she pulls a man into those shadows. you watch as the veins around her eyes darken and her eyes redden. she doesn't hesitate to lunge for his neck and viciously pierce his skin with her teeth. ]

dream option three: home/potential smutty option.

[ there are flowers on her sheets. red. there's a window seat behind you and a breeze that comes in. a vanity to your left has a mirror. there are pictures stuck in the frame, of elena and her friends, her family. this is elena's room, at home. maybe this is where you start. maybe the shower is running in the next room and you're in there with her, her wet lips insistent against yours. you could be clothed and on the bed. player's choice~. ]

ooc: everyone is welcome to all options! if anyone wants to choose the smut option but fade-to-black, that's totally okay with me! we can discuss. :)

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s16
2014-05-21 05:30 pm UTC (link)

[ Clay never dreams of pleasure or happiness. He dreams of this, of people, women, men-- seducing, taking, abusing. It's his life in every world he occupies. The only time it's not, is when he isn't Clay Kaczmarek. When someone else has the wheels. It's no different here. ]

[ His neck is already injuries with two perfect holes. Even these injuries follow him into this. He's been marked before, by a different bloodsucker. He makes no effort to hide it. ]

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matter
2014-05-24 02:46 pm UTC (link)

[ when elena dreams of pleasure or happiness, it's usually something she wakes up from, completely bereft. when she has nightmares like these, she buries her head in the sand from them, because she can't believe she's this - has to believe there's something other than this. something other than being this way. because she couldn't be capable of it. (she knows she is.)

she notices clay, perhaps because he's inexplicably familiar to her dream-self, perhaps because he's something that doesn't fit in. (she sees those holes at his neck and thinks: he was food, once. he could be again.)

she turns away from the conversation she's having and gives him a smile she knows most men wouldn't be able to refuse: equal parts genuine and interested. ] Hey, you. Why don't you come over here?

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	s16 2014-05-27 09:47 pm UTC (link)
	[ Normally, Clay wouldn't respond, but there's something in her voice that draws him to her, a magnetism, of sorts. He flicks his eyes over her face, wary, with no voice of his own. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	matter 2014-05-28 12:24 am UTC (link)
	[ his silence and wariness don't deter elena. if anything, it piques her curiosity. she offers him the pool cue in her hand. ] Play me? I bet I can beat you. [ she could compel him, of course, but that would take the challenge out of it. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	s16 2014-05-29 04:53 am UTC (link)
	[ Clay takes the pool cue with the same wavering stature as he approached her with, but watched as she takes her position around the table. He follows, compelled for what feels like no reason. ] What's your name? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	matter 2014-05-29 03:10 pm UTC (link)
	Elena. [ she rubs some blue chalk at the tip of her pool cue before leaning over the table to break. none go in. welp. there's a humbled nose scrunch. it's still early. ] What's yours? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	s16 2014-06-01 06:31 am UTC (link)
	Clay. [ He wanders around the table, flicking his eyes over the position the balls stopped. He knows what shot to take, but he's distracted. His eyes return to her, always. ] Why are you here? (Reply to this) (Parent)

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