PLUG BOX
Latest Shouts In The Shoutbox -- View The Shoutbox · Rules Collapse  


THIS MONTH'S VIDEO

SITE RATING
SOCIAL NETWORK


IMID42.png

 
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll

 Something There That Wasn’t There Before, Tag || Hayley
Niklaus Mikaelson
 Posted: Mar 10, 2015 | 10:36 am
Quote

Jax


126 Pages Turned

Offline


Group Icon





The healthy man does not torture others.
Generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.
His city was positively humming…

Niklaus Mikaelson had never been a being with latent magical abilities. In “life” he had not been the “son of Mikael” with the spark of sorcery in his blood. Maybe that had something to do with not being a true Mikaelson, but he felt it had more to do with the true, natural calling of his father’s blood. After all, it was mother dearest who was the witch, a point she made clear the day she locked away that wolf, the only birthright had as the product of her loins. And maybe, because it was clearly not the blood of his mother, the city called to his paternal blood this evening. Already, even from the semi-seclusion of their current home, Klaus could smell how hot the city was, could sense how it vibrated like the birth of a thousand cicadas, could see the flickering lights and the high smokes that spurned memories of torches long ago.

The nights leading up to this year’s Fat Tuesday had been like watching a bud grow on a magnolia tree. The people who released their passions into the soil that was the streets and the music and the reverie of his city nurtured that tree that would only bloom in full come this night of Mardi Gras. Now it was all sights and sounds, and everyone in the world tonight wanted to be in New Orleans. The festivities had been going on all day, but now as the night fell, it was truly the place to be.

Klaus’ personal festivities had started earlier that day, too. The household had received an invitation to Marcellus’ little get-together at their hotel address about a week prior. Some people might consider it gauche to invite people to such a large party on such short notice, but any New Orleans native could tell you to start preparing for this night several months in advance. Who would RSVP to what party and when and if they would need to cancel because another invitation came in… well, it was all a big social game that Klaus usually had no patience before but had found he actually needed to pay attention to. It was only proper that he should, as a true ruler, and with Elijah only recently returning, Niklaus had to focus on the more societal persuasions usually reserved for the older Mikaelson sibling.

Be it blood or siblings, though, they were not the things that occupied the very front of his mind. When at rest, Klaus appeared to the world as the lazy lion, but the past week had his mind in a frenzy, and it all started with a dress. Lazy winter strolls were, in truth, frantic searches through the high end clothing stores for women. Polite conversations with shop girls and store owners were in fact focused compulsions, driving answers out of people without all the irregularities of salesmanship and smoked mirrors. Klaus had seen more dresses that week than there existed on all the drag queens on Canal Street; at least a dozen dresses a day, and each of them filed him with emotions ranging from disinterest to rage. He even made a girl bleed over one of them to see if that did anything to improve the color, but the dumb expression she had on her face when she was compulsed had him not caring for the dress at all at the end of the day. Nothing filled him with a sense of perfection until Sunday (the Lord’s Day, indeed) when he caught sight of a black dress with fine gold embroidery hanging on a dress form in the workshop of a place secluded from the general public.

The dress had belonged to someone else at first. Then it belonged to Klaus. Now, it would belong to Hayley. The particulars were not really important. Hayley would probably appreciate the dress more, anyway, and it was not often that Klaus would have labeled something as the “perfect” anything. It was rare, and the dress maker and former owner should feel privileged to be a part of it. In fact, they did, once he was finished with them, and they were instructed when to have the dress ready by, on pain of crippling personal disappointment that would haunt them for years and never let their souls escape. It was no surprise to him that the dress was where it needed to be at precisely the right time. Everyone was happy…

…except the one person who was hoping to make happy. It was not to say that she was miserable. It was that she was not happy yet. He had been working very hard to try and make sure that she would be by all this. He had brought the invitation home several days after it had appeared at the hotel front desk, and set it on the dining room table, almost exclusively regularly used by Hayley herself. Yes, Bekah would complain about the lack of time to prepare. She would pull it through, and this was for Hayley, for the theatrics of it all. Hayley deserved the effort… He had no doubt that she saw it, but just to be sure he remained in silent and subtle vigil of her whenever he was in the house. Certain she had seen it, he waited a day. Any longer than that would be cruel, but he also wished for it all to be a surprise. 4 days… that was all he had to wait before he revealed…

The day after the invitation arrived in the house, and he was certain Hayley had seen it, he made sure to bring the subject up to her, just to be sure it was what she would want. He saw the elusive longing in her eyes at the mention of the event, and he instantly knew that he had made the right choice. Anticipation would make this all the sweeter, but the longer he waited, and the longer he played the game, the more he found that the sword had two edges. As he watched the emotions shifting in her, the more he wanted to give the game away just to see her resigned disappointment shift to someone happier. But he remembered the rules of patience and the payouts of anticipation. For one day, he watched her consider the invitation, and let her believe that it was not for her.

He did not make it past the second day before he couldn’t contain it anymore. Niklaus Mikaelson might be a hardened murderer of a monster, but there was a romantic side that he was hesitant about letting out to many people directly. The moment that he decided that this little wolf was “His” was the moment that things twisted on their edged roots. It was mid-afternoon when he approached her, catching her as she was walking from one room to the next in the upstairs all. He didn’t say a word, but walked directly up to her, and wrapped her in his arms. He felt his hands along her shoulders, her back, her hips, her thighs… taking it all in and judging the proper size he would seek for her dress later. His nose rested on the top of her head, his lips at her temple, and he breathed in her scent deeply, still catching the particular perfume she had been using lately to cover up her own aroma. “Coffee…” he stated, almost matter-of-factly. “I don’t think you will need to wear that to the party this Tuesday. The curse is gone, and frankly, if Marcel has a problem with you being there as my guest” as mine “then he will have to bring it to me himself. We’ll just how well that goes.” With a smile that suggested that he knew what he had just said, he kissed her where his lips were speaking against her temple, and walked down the hallways, continuing to the study to let her consider his words.

He did not hear objections from her the next day, which was fine because by then the search for the dress was well underway. It was crucial that he didn’t give her much time to look for a dress herself, so by sundown the next day, the dress was already hanging from a Victorian dress form in her bedroom. He positioned it just right, so that the light from the setting sun could accent against the gold embroidery, while still the fading light still caught the black of the dress to emphasize just of deep that darkness was. It was his hope that he would find it as perfect as he had, and he lingered outside the door with all his hybrid stealth to ensure she found it to her liking. No ever saw these moments.. the behind the scenes. The nervous gift giving of the not-so-Prince-Charming. Just how nervous he could be, even the being such as him, when it came time to give a gift to the woman he was falling in…

She seemed delighted! And he had entered the room to explore the details of the night with her. The time they would leave. Their arrival at the estate. A reiteration of her not to hide herself, that he wanted to show her off on his arm, come what may with the rest of the night. The rest of the evening could descend into wild chaos, but when they entered that courtyard, he wanted the world to be aware that it was theirs.

And now was the night. Klaus himself was dressed for all black, with his metal accents all glinting in a hint of gold. It was there to accent Hayley’s dress, to match it but allow her to shine at the same time. He had mixed ideas about where to greet her, but decided that the best place to see her descend would be in the foyer, as she came down the steps from the bedrooms. And it was here that he waited after seeing Rebekah off with her date… that Damon Salvatore boy… He would not allow his musings over their closeness ruin his mood at this point in the evening, though he did listen carefully for the sound of their car racing off, leaving him and Hayley as the only occupants of the house…

And the world held its breath…

notes: that top image is just a place holder until I can get a better one. But it’s still the two of them!
words: 1737 | tag: my queen

--------------------
user posted image

user posted image
PMEmail
^
Hayley Marshall
 Posted: Jul 6, 2015 | 1:19 pm
Quote

Lilith


58 Pages Turned

Offline


Group Icon





user posted image


Truth be told, Hayley was depressed.

The was very little she was allowed to do anymore; because of Marcel she was under house arrest, because of breaking the bond the witches wanted vengeance, because of the baby she had to stay cooped up in these same four walls that were slowly driving her insane. Every day her little letter girl was getting bigger and bigger and by proxy so was she. Her belly was impossible to hide now in the fifth month of her pregnancy but at the rate she was going she was going to be a boat come her third trimester. And since she couldn't hide it, she really couldn't go anywhere. This was maddening, especially when the City was humming with it's biggest celebration just around the corner. Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

It was the one thing she wanted to actually see if she was going to be stuck in these city limits. And even though she couldn't enjoy the whole drinking half of the holiday there were still things she wanted to try; the food smelled amazing especially now that she wasn't as nauseous as she had been the first four months. The music, the people, the stories; so much she was going to miss locked up in her elaborate prison. True, Klaus had taken her out when they broke the magical bind her and that Devereaux witch shared but that was ruined thanks to the Needle of Sorrows and almost losing her pup. She understood why Klaus became even more protective and eventually Hayley just gave up fighting him on wanting out.

But even that wasn't what broke her heart or spirit.

When that invitation took up residence on her dining room table, Hayley crumpled. When she first saw it she was alone downstairs and picking it up she stared down at the words bitterly. With tears in her eyes she replaced it before turning around and going back up to her bedroom to crawl into her bed. Something else she wasn't going to be allowed to even think about going, especially considering who was throwing the gala. Nope, the Mikaelsons were going out on the town for Mardi Gras and she was going to be left behind again. She only sulked in her room for about an hour before she went back to her typical routine, appetite non-existent as she echoed through the manor disjointed and disappointed. Of course when Klaus brought it up she couldn't even drum up enough drive to be angry. Instead she tried really hard not to paint her face in pathetic while she murmured out that she hoped they all had fun before excusing herself to the back to wander around the orchard dejected.

It was a long day and a longer night. After a fitful sleep, she trudged around the house again, the banality pushing her feet forward despite it all. She tried her best to avoid the dining room because every time she passed it her eyes trailed off to the traitorous bit of vellum that had nothing to do with her. When Klaus snuck up behind her on the way to the bathroom for a long bubble bath she started for a moment, not sure how to take his arms winding around her and nuzzling against her but genuinely liking the contact. They had found themselves at such a strange crossroads; they were sleeping together, they had a baby on the way, he was her mate, but they weren't a couple and he wasn't truly hers. So moments like this, that weren't overtly sexual confused her more than she could say. She was certain she knew where she stood in his life; the mother of his child and a stand-in for Caroline when he needed release. This... this didn't make sense. ”What are you doing?” she murmured confused as he announced her perfume. Moving to protest before he kept speaking and for the life of her Hayley didn't want to interrupt him for the world for fear he'd tell her it was an elaborate and cruel joke.

Before she could find her words, he was gone. Her confusion lasted until she sank into her bath, hands playing with the bubbles and brows knit in confusion before the excitement bloomed in her chest. She could go! With him as his guest! The idea of a party had her so excited and she spent the entire bath plotting and planning out the entire affair before wrapping herself in a towel and excitedly padding to her closet. And it was there where he good mood curdled. Staring at her clothes, Hayley realized just how much this was a terrible idea. Nothing she owned fit. It wasn't just that she was pregnant, the extra weight was everywhere; her arms were too thick or her waist far too big to fit properly in anything. In her towel she choked on her silent tears, regretting ever getting her hopes up for anything and damning her emotions and hormones to hell. She was quiet that day, eyes hollowed and spirits impossibly low. It was what she deserved, she supposed, for thinking she could be happy anymore.

It was the next night when she was planning to just yet again go to bed early that the sight of a beautiful gown had her gasping. With a watery smile she cautiously stepped forward, hands covering her mouth as tears spilled over her cheeks at how perfect it was. The cut would look good on her, hell miracle of miracles the dress itself would even fit her; of that she could tell by sight alone. When he came behind her to go over the plans she didn't even let him get out his first word before she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him in wordless gratitude. How anyone could mistreat this wonderful man was beyond her. And while she knew that she simply had Caroline's man on loan, she would at least play pretend a little bit longer. What harm would it do? At his instructions she nodded and agreed to anything he asked with a sweet smile, a faint blush on her cheeks when he said he wanted her on his arm all night no matter what and began planning for the actual night itself.

A long soak with a bath bomb and thorough application of her old lotion and silken powder and the pregnant werewolf feeling more like herself. It was the first time in so long she was able to smell like herself and she almost didn't recognize it. Getting dressed was a surreal experience but once she was content and the last strap of her delicate flats secured she settled her skirts around her and tried to find her strength. ”Just breathe...” Slipping out of her room she cautiously headed to the stairs before saying a silent prayer that maybe just once things go well for her.

Each step was more dizzying than the one before. Eyes downcast and hair swept off her features in thick curls, Hayley focused on holding her skirts and not falling down like some newborn fawn. Pausing on the last step she looked up shyly through her lashes, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of Klaus being too perfect and too handsome to be real. The fact that he was here for her had a small sheen of tears sparkle against her eyes but she willed herself to keep it together. ”Well?” Eight million thoughts or words clamored in her head but only one past her barely trembling lips as she held what was left of her shallow breath. One hand resting on the side of her belly and the other on the rail. Lightly biting her lower lip as she waited to see if he still wanted her to even go with him, let alone be seen with her...




user posted image

.::| ❦ |::.

scríobhaímy perfect sweet wonderful beloved mate.

scáthánoutfit

céilíbeauty and the beast soundtrack

ina dhiaidh sinmy king

A D e l r i o u s D e s i g n by Tatia

--------------------
user posted image

user posted image
PMEmail
^
Niklaus Mikaelson
 Posted: Oct 29, 2015 | 11:19 am
Quote

Jax


126 Pages Turned

Offline


Group Icon





The healthy man does not torture others.
Generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.
The front door was closing and latching just moments before Hayley made her descent down the stairs. Klaus had just seen Rebekah off with her… date. He wouldn’t last. He was a Salvatore. They had a reputation for being flighty when it came to their affections for women. There was no love story that lasted for centuries when it came to love with a Salvatore brother. They were like fireworks: fiery, fun, colorful, explosive, and short-lived. But Bekah had her dalliances before with the older of the brothers, so he had no doubt that when he left town, he would not be taking her heart with him. Besides, his baby sister could do with some distraction away from the head games of Marcellus…

If Klaus had any other thoughts to dwell on the romantic state of his sister, he did not think them then. He could hear the soft rustling of fabric coming from above him, and knew that it, along with the faint scent of soap, sandalwood, and her, the lady of his evening was due to arrive. At first he considered playing the game of coy escort, disinterested unless she made all the moves to get closer, the aloof gentleman on the frantic woman’s arm. He had played it before with so many women, and found that it was the kind of reversal cat-and-mouse games that he enjoyed, but… no… Hayley was not those other women. For one, she was his and he had every intention of making that known to his city tonight. Tonight was the first of many nights, where he showed the witches that he was not afraid to claim her, showed the wolves that he was no afraid to mate her, and showed the vampires that he was not afraid to crown her. This town would know its Queen…

Just as he felt he was meeting her for the first time… He could not remember a time when he had stood more still. This wasn’t supernatural stillness. That, more often than not, was voluntary and predatory. This was a stillness that was lanced from the woman on the stairs and struck him in the chest, molding him to that spot on the ground. There was something in the way she moved without effort in the dress that she wore, the way the lights of the foyer danced on her skin, the way her eyes shimmered at him… for him? Did he dare believe that? For a moment, he thought of looking away, that he was getting his hopes up about tonight and that he had overshot, that now that they would be leaving the house, all the world would be able to see her beauty and take her away, and she would no longer want to be with the beast in his prison.

He knew he had tonight. Tonight was his last guarantee, his last promise to himself that maybe she could accept him. Not try to change him. Not “forgive” him for the shadows in his past. Neither of those were possible. But he could give himself one more night of hope, that even if he was not capable of penance, at least he was capable of…

Love.

When the hell did that happen?!?

Before he had the time to think it over too much, she was there, completing her descent down the staircase and standing before him, her large brown eyes peering into his own hazel. His jaw tensed for a moment as he tried to swallow, and he felt a softness in his gaze that he thought he was long past. Did she think that this was not real? Did she find it as hard to believe that this could be more than just a passing night? He could hear her heartbeat, see the flutter of her pulse against her neck, watch the dancing of her pupils as she looked over him, and smelled that there was no fear in the air. That made him… happy… for once. Usually, he was enthralled by the fear that he could induce on the people around him, but Klaus honestly felt that, at that moment, he smelled any hint of dread his heart would break and never recover. It felt nice to have someone look at him and see something other than “monster”

He had a fur wrap draped over one arm, a gift for their evening on the town. This was not something that he had gone out into the city to find, but was something that he had found in the attic of the home while he was rummaging about to find things to add to the nursery. Nursery… To even think the word was so normal. “Well,” he replied, not wishing to leave the woman in nerves of silence. “I may very well need to get you in this dress again after tonight. There’s no time to paint you now… and a photo would not do you justice.” It was true. A photography would not be able to capture the fall of shadows across her body, the draping of the gown against her form, the hint of ever present movement even as she stood still. He stepped forward, offering her a hand to help her glide down the remaining steps to the main landing in the foyer.

He presented her with the fur. “And it is a shame to have to cover you…” He opened it and folded it around her shoulders, wrapping her protectively against the October chill. To many the mid-60s was not cold temperature wise, but he could see how their child growing within her could sap the warmth right out of her bones, and just as soon pump the heat through her blood. This particular wrap seemed like it would be appropriate no matter what. “…but I cannot have my mate cold tonight. Or, any night…” It was a promise. A promise that, if she should want them, there would be many more nights to come.

The car was waiting for them, along with a driver that knew a thing or two about keeping his mouth shut. He was a man that he had used before, if rarely. Klaus was usually a man who liked to drive himself places or just get there on his own two feet. Sometimes, the last one was quicker, but the last thing he was going to do was ask a pregnant woman to walk the blocks from the mansion in the Garden District to what would soon be her new home in the French Quarter. “I got us a car,” he said as he opened the door for her, and ushered the two of them to the town car waiting in the front driveway. “I thought it might be best to save your feet for dancing.” Maybe he was being too forward, but the wolf in him had insisted on taking care of any detail that Hayley may need. As they approached the car, the silent driver, waiting at his post, opened the door for her. Klaus lighted her hand on his, and helped her into the car before going around and letting himself in on the other side.

For a moment, he allowed the silence of the car to flow over him as they rode down the street. Slowly, he turned his head to watch Hayley. The streetlights played like fire diamonds over his face, flickering warm and making her skin glow, before they passed and faded, casting her into deep shadow. All the same, even when the interior of the car was like polished obsidian, he could sense her eyes and her skin and felt a sense that he had come home even as the distance between them and the manor grew. After a moment of the silence, he turned to her completely, his voice soft in the seclusion of their own private coached that whisked them to the ball. “I have not actually said it tonight, have I?’ he said, allowing a dark, trickster smile play on his face, his own shadow cast in the same dark contrast that he was sure was not nearly as flattering on him. He waited for her inquiry, either by face or word, before he finished his thought. “You look positively ravishing... good enough to eat.” His grin widened a bit, outwardly mischievous now, playful, and, against all the odds, happy.

notes: the happy hybrid is a rare sight in the wild...
words: 1399 | tag: my queen

--------------------
user posted image

user posted image
PMEmail
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:
Share this topic:
« Next Oldest | Governor's House | Next Newest »

Topic Options
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll


 


 



Affiliates & Sister Sites

SCROLLING AFFILIATES
On The Road The Interference: Multiverse OHaV X-MEN:GRANDCHILDREN OF THE ATOM [A RPG] X-Men/Avengers Roleplay morethanstories ANOTHER TALE TO TELL Disposable Heroes

DIRECTORIES & RESOURCE SITES
Shadowplay RPG-D RPG Initiative a resource community Rockin Roleplay

TEAM VITAE
MARVEL: Lost Horizons RPG City of Light: The 100 RPG

STATIC AFFILIATES

Swords of Speirling Yalanze Chronicles

1SW