CHRIS HENDERSON:

“And you’re not going to tell me? I don’t see the sense in that.” he drew a pointed look, as if disappointed his brother would even consider such a thing.  Even more questionable, Doug seemed to get a bit more hasty when he mentioned the nightmares. They only woke him up daily, seeing as their parents had yet to give them their own rooms.  If he knew his brother, he knew this was bothering him in ways that could not be expressed in words. That wasn’t their thing.  Especially troubles.  “Aw- don’t be like that.” he protested with a touch of sympathy. “Of course you need a wingman. Especially with that attitude.” Chris eyed a mini convertible, moving towards it as he looked back at his brother. He didn’t need to say it for Doug to pick up on what he was thinking. Convertibles were always their weakness.

“I don’t know....” He wasn’t sure if he should tell his brother who he was interested in. Of course he could trust Chris, but who was to say there wouldn’t be a time when he decides to hold it over his head? The truth is, he was depressed and knew Chris could feel the shift in his energy. He wasn’t being as fun or goofy anymore. There were long stretches of silence and deeper inhales from a half-empty pack of cigarettes. His sweat also smelled like cheap liquor. All telltale signs that he’d been in a fucked up head-space. “You ever feel, like, one of us was a mistake? Like, only one should have been born?” Everyone has a light and dark side, but maybe Doug was all darkness. Maybe he shouldn’t have been a whole person. It should have just been Chris, evening out the light and dark. 

“What do you know about girls?” At first it was said with mockery, but then he was serious. “The head-games, the interest followed by disinterest.” he thought Faye was into him but it didn’t feel like it anymore. “How do you know which part is real, the interest or the disinterest. What part of it all is a game? All of it? And if so, why?” 

FAYE CHAMBERLAIN:

“Ah-ah-Ah!” Her hand flew up in front of his face, ordering him to STOP. RIGHT. THERE. She realized after the fact, that using a spell to sew his mouth shut would’ve been more effective and if he didn’t close his trap, she might do just that. “Keep your voice down.” To make sure no one was listening to their spat, Faye glanced around the booth. Her sigh afterwards, was indication of her relief. For once, she was thrilled not to be the center of attention. In this light, it was more embarrassing than it was enthralling. “You’re disgusting.” By telling herself that, she hoped to make it more true. Truth was… Doug was pretty gross. But, he was also hot in a weird, I’d-never-tell-anyone kind of way. Recently, Faye let Jake think Kol was her number two. But, obviously that was a lie. “And that’s because I told you if you ever did, including that brother of yours, I’d make your life a living hell. And I meant it.” Although, at the time, she wasn’t aware that she was a witch. But now, now… power was bursting out of her at the seams. To the point where she couldn’t contain it any longer and with the help of Kol, she was growing even stronger in her craft. Much to Jake, and soon-to-be, the rest of her circle’s, dismay. “I also told you never to speak of it again. You failed. But, what else is new?” 

“Hm— I remember saying the same thing to you.” he mused, a smile tucked beneath his set of pearly whites. When they were having their little pow-wow, Chris was in the next room. Doug had to tell her to shut up a bunch of times while his hands and mouth aimed for the opposite effect; He wanted her to moan and for his brother to hear them. Then he wouldn’t have to carry around this awesome, amazing secret that he, Doug Henderson, fucked Faye Chamberlain. “Relax. I didn’t say a word to anyone. Which is why there’s no reason we shouldn’t revisit the past.” It was good, was it not? She may have been all wrapped up in Jake, but that should be more incentive. Everyone in Chance Harbor knew she was obsessed with the blonde terror. Best way to get over Jake is to get under him. “Hey, hey— I don’t fail at everything. That night was an accomplishment, was it not?” Unless she faked it, he remembered her having an orgasm. 

KLAUS MIKAELSON:

“Is that what you think of me, Marcellus?” He feigned offense. But, on the contrary, none was taken. Marcel was right to assume the worst of his sire. Klaus was not known for his benevolence. He dedicated his entire life to becoming the most feared and hated of their kind. It was an extreme safety measure but, a measure nonetheless. And it wasn’t his fault if his kin couldn’t learn to appreciate it. “But, you’re right. I’d rather not discuss the eternal plights of you and our dearest Rebekah. Perhaps, you’ll join me for nightcap instead? A real one. The kind at peak body temperature.”

Truthfully? Yes. He loved Klaus more than he’s ever loved anyone. He was a father figure, a brother, and a friend. He was family. At least that’s what he used to think. Marcel’s emotions weren’t switched off, and he didn’t want to turn them off. So he feels everything, all the time. Pain, humiliation, betrayal. 

“Why?” Why should he joined him for a nightcap? So they can both become intoxicated on blood, get caught up in a moment, and then before he knows it, have a dagger in his chest? Why not just skip all the theatrics? “I want to be a part of your circle, Klaus, you know I do. I’d love nothing more than to go out and party on the streets with you by my side... But something tells me you’re up to something. I don’t know what it is, but...knowing you, it can’t be good.” 

FAYE CHAMBERLAIN​:

Jaw slacked, Faye gawked as Jake called it quits on them and then just left. She’d wanted to hurt him because she was jealous. Not break up. Leave it to Jake though, to take measures to the extreme. He didn’t stop with just slamming the door on her, either. He aimed to rub his newfound singledom in her face. Word spread pretty quickly the next day, with texts and tweets dinging simultaneously on her phone. Some were simple texts, while others included picture and video evidence of the affair. It was easier for Faye to think they were just having another one of their fights when one or the other crawled back after all was said and done. But Jake declaring battle and then taking the first shot was indication that this was serious and the game was on. 

Two could play it though, and Faye played it better. Jake might’ve won the battle (for now) but, he certainly wouldn’t win the war. That was her trophy to claim. In an outfit sure to turn heads, Faye applied some mascara and lipstick to her sinful mouth before heading to the boathouse with no one other than Kol himself. Anyone else wouldn’t have achieved the same grueling effect to Jake’s ego. At first, Faye pretended not to notice her new ex in question. Even though, she spotted Jake with some blonde bimbo in her booth. Clearly, a downgrade from Faye herself, if she’s ever seen one. “Let’s play some pool, shall we? Loser has to do body shots off the other. And no cheating.” Faye wagged her finger in front of Kol’s handsome face, as if warning him that the use of magic wasn’t allowed and would result in an automatic loss.

----

Jake’s plan was to ruffle Faye’s feathers and get her all wound up for being such a pain in his ass recently. All he wanted was to reestablish boundaries by showing her that he wasn’t going to stand for her childish drama. In doing so, he stooped to her level and was hanging around Alexis, the blonde he met from last night. He made it look like they had been together all night but the truth was, he picked her up from her house this morning after swapping numbers. Just because he wanted Faye to think he fucked her, doesn’t mean he did. However, here she was with Kol — again. As if he weren’t the very reason Jake called quits on their relationship. 

Watching them together grated Jake’s teeth. Alexis seemed to notice the way his muscles grew tense and his attention avert. Her hands cupped his arm, rubbing his bicep. She was doing all she could to reel him back in but Jake was too focused on the way Faye was bending over around the pool table, giving Kol a eyeful of her cleavage and ass. In a plan to play dirty, he made Kol miss his next shot, and then the next three. He knew Faye — she would never date a beta male. She was all about power and if he could make Kol look inferior, she’d quickly lose interest and move on. “What happened to no cheating, darling?” Kol smirked, knowing damn well she was using magic. There was no way he could miss that many shots in a row. “If you wanted me to drink from you, all you had to do was ask.” 

REBEKAH MIKAELSON:

“Oh Marcel…..” that familiar english drawl was alive and well again. Much like Rebekah’s hand as it grazed the outskirts of Marcel’s jaw. So what, if she was a little intrigued by the offer? It’s been weeks since Rebekah’s last indulged in a proper fling. And whether she cared to admit it or not, Marcel was great with his words. He knew how to wind her up. He was as much her weakness as she was his. “While my brothers and even you may doubt it at times, I’m not that easy. It was a nice try though. Commendable, really.” 

His eyes close, enjoying the tranquil touch of Rebekah’s fingertips. She was the only tenderness he’s ever known, it made him feel weak and powerful at the same time. “Oh who said I thought you were easy?” Their relationship had been anything but easy. They were in love for two centuries and they weren’t any closer to having a normal relationship than they were before. “Commendable,” he repeated with a flirtatious smile. “My efforts should be. You were my mentor, after all.” She taught him many things over the centuries. Most importantly, she taught him how to love. “How about a date, then? Something casual, no pressure.” 

CHRIS HENDERSON​:

“Who? You’re not talking about the one who works in the museum..” He questioned with a glint of mischief in his eyes, withholding the rest of that thought. They knew other witches existed, and in all different styles. Other witches like them were rare, the voodoo scene being more prominent, and then there were the new age girls, otherwise known as posers. “Let’s put it this way, Doug – If you have to ask… clearly not as long as you. Maybe you’ve lost your stuff… could be the nightmares.” He gave a playful pat at Doug’s arm, laughing to show he was only playing. “I know what you’re trying to ask, and my answer is yes. Yes, I’ll be your wingman, and yes, it’s true, I  do know better.” 

“Her?” he smirked, a shrug of his brows suggesting it very well could be. He wouldn’t mind getting a better glimpse up her skirt. Lace, definitely. “She’s still on the radar, but no.” There was someone else; a secret randevu who he kept from his brother. “No... no, I’m.. I’m fine.” The nightmares made him feel like a freak. Although Chris was coming from a place of compassion, he bristled at the idea of being judged. “Lay off—” he shrunk away from his touch. The dream he had last night left him feeling on edge. In this dream, he wrapped his hands around Chris’ throat and didn’t stop squeezing until his eyes began to bleed. He couldn’t stop. There was a sense that if he were to kill his brother, he could adsorb his power. Which was something he may have been doing in the womb. It was unfinished business. And Doug’s darker side has been calling out to him. “Just forget about it. I don’t need a wingman.”

CHRIS HENDERSON:

His eyes gleamed, taking even more of an interest. “and now you know it, too.” Chris was only kidding, but there was no denying the two had different approaches in their game. “Do go on… and yeah, I’m in.” Nights at the museum, messing with people and booze? The usual. But Doug’s request led him to believe girls were involved, and that… by contrary belief, wasn’t a regular occasion for them. 

“Figured you would be.” They may not have looked the same, but in almost every other aspect they were. Which is why coming to Chris for advice won’t help. If anything, Doug liked to think Chris was beta. A thought that wasn’t far off considering Doug nearly killed him in the womb. “Well, there’s a certain bad witch I’ve been trying to bang like pipe bomb.” he laughed, covering up all sincerity with humor. “She keeps telling me to Doug off. I already have the chiseled body and deep, soulful eyes. I’m missing something. Tell me, Chris, when’s the last time you got your willy wet?” He was going to be upset if it was more recent than his last time. 

FAYE CHAMBERLAIN:

“Alright genius, who seems to think he knows it all. How do you suppose we’ll do that?” Sue her, she was bored. So she’ll bite. For now. “And if you say, we’ll fuck on it. Errr, no. Try again. Maybe, get creative.” For good measure, Faye grabbed a fork off the table and twirled it between her fingers. Should he say something stupid, like ― oh, I don’t know ――― get down on your knees and perform oral pleasure for me ―― she might just take the same fork and jab it into his eye instead. ――― As expected, what came out of his mouth next, was WORSE than anything she could’ve predicted, soon as he started singing. People around them were beginning to stare, while Faye all but sank into her cushion along the booth, hoping it would somehow magically open up and swallow her whole, just so she could escape. Stranger things have happened in their quaint little town. “Please stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.” ―― And me, she tacked on as an afterthought. ―― “I wouldn’t ride your Samurai if it was the last one on Google Earth. I’d rather get eaten alive by fire ants. Slowly, and painfully until I die. To me, that sounds A LOT more fun. And I can pass knowing I still had my dignity in tact.”

“HM,” the hum left his lips with a sly grin intact. Where was her dignity the night they did screw? She may have wanted to erase it from existence but, it happened and Doug was sure it will happen again. Jake wasn’t the only hot bad boy witch around. The only difference is Doug never tried to kill them — but if that’s what Faye was into, he could always think a little more homicidal. However, letting the good times roll was more his groove. And Faye would make the perfect girlfriend to accompany him and his twin brother on their daily antics around town. “—Have you forgotten your last ride on the Doug Express? Because I haven’t.” Yet he didn’t tell anyone either. Not even his brother. Which was a shocker because they share literally everything. The only thing off limits was girls, not that they didn’t like to joke about having a threesome. “No need to have an internal meltdown, I didn’t tell anyone. Your La Perlas are safe with me.” 

DISCOVER YOUR ANIMAL PERSONALITY !

ROOSTER CHARACTERISTICS: Original • Fashionable • Perfectionist SCIENTIFIC NAME:  Gallus gallus COLLECTIVE TERM:  A brood of roosters

THE CAN’T-IGNORE-IT ROOSTER

Roosters are those talented, creative, but somewhat eccentric people who make life interesting for the rest of us. Their bird-like minds are always on the lookout for stimulation and roosters display the characteristically high-energy behavior of their species. They are artistic, creative and sophisticated, with a thorough knowledge of fine wines, cooking, writing, theater and painting.

Roosters exhibit a decided theatrical streak as they strut their stuff in the latest fashions. Craving attention, their show-off attitude sometimes generates criticism from those close to them and their need to be the center of attention permeates every aspect of their busy life. When it comes to clothes, furniture and cars they only purchase the highest quality items and their excessive spending can land them in financial disarray.

THE ROOSTER IS ONE BLUNT BIRD

The rooster's active mind is always working on a way to create more drama in its life. Offsetting a feisty and competitive nature is a secretive and aloof side that manifests itself when it feels insecure. And yet, a rooster is a solid friend. Their blunt approach -- while sometimes hurtful and tactless -- can always be counted on to be honest and frank.

Roosters are in big demand at parties. With a witty repartee and an ability to easily mix, they flirt shamelessly while reveling in the glow of the spot-light. Concerned about how they are perceived by others, they are only happy if people are talking to or about them.

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ill do one for my muses later lol 

FAYE CHAMBERLAIN​:

“You know, it’s a miracle the state of Maine has even awarded you with a driver’s license. Didn’t know shortbuses were allowed to operate their own vehicles.” Throwing shots at his intelligence? Wellllllll, it wasn’t wholly original but, it was all she had at the moment. Besides, her attention was soon caught on the mess he made of her table. (  THE NERVE!!!  ) Faye made a mental note to have strong words with Adam later about the cavemen he let into the boathouse, who tricked others into thinking they were good, upstanding, paying customers. “You really do dream big, don’t you? But, sorry. Some stars are just out of your reach. I’m sure if you’re desperate or you look hard enough, there may be some poor, unsuspecting girl out there with low self esteem, who you can rope into being your baby driver. It sure as shit ain’t gonna be me.”

“Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. We can fix that.” In the face of her sarcastic wit, Doug always plays it cool and fires back just as hot. It was their thing. That’s the way he took it, at least. But the truth is, Faye was mean to everyone — this wasn’t her flirting (or was it?) “Dude, everyone wants to do the dougie. Teach me how to dougie, t-teach me how to dougie, all my bitches love me—” he broke off into song, unphased by the amount of attention he was getting while hitting the dougie outside their booth. “But no, seriously.” he cooled down after a beat and slid into a seat. “You don’t want to ride the Samurai? — Spoiler alert, I’m the Samurai.”

CHRIS HENDERSON​:

“yeah, you’ll get it. sometime.” Doug knew better than anyone Chris exactly the best at staying on top of paying his dues, or completing tasks he didn’t immediately benefit from. “What was this special occasion, anyway? I like special occasions.”

“Sure, sure.” He scoffed; Doug could get over losing a pipe bomb. But if he were to take the last beer from their stash again, he’d give him a wedgie so hard there would be period stains in his undies. “What do you think, man? I wanted to scare the shit out of some tourists at the Salem Witch Museum. Maybe pre-game beforehand? ALSO, I may need your help with something since you like to believe you’re such a stud.” 

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Venus

Open heart and open mind. Completely surrendering yourself to what others have to offer you. There is beauty in everything for you, but be careful to not look at life through rose colored glasses.

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tagging: you already tagged the only people i know lmao. 

FAYE CHAMBERLAIN:

“Exactly. You didn’t say I couldn’t snap any pictures.” ―― Loopholes. See? She listened to him sometimes when he spoke. Most of the time, anyway. As soon as the conversation got too flirty, she zoned out. The way to Faye’s heart wasn’t through romantic gestures or even sex, it was through P O W E R. Give her that, and she’d be anyone’s for the taking. Although, they still had to be attractive, too. Which, Kol noticeably was. But, it was his knowledge of witchcraft that she found the most irresistible. “So, they can wind up in the wrong hands? Yeah, I don’t think so.” Before Kol could delete her recent snapshots or further snoop through the rest of her phone in search of non-existent nudes, Faye took the device back and shoved it deep into her pockets. “That’s cute. But, if you want to see me naked, you’ll have to do better than that, lothario.”

“No snapping pictures.” If he didn’t say it before then he was saying it now. He thought hanging out with Faye would be f u n after having another fallen out with her boyfriend but, n o p e. She was remaining annoyingly loyal if just not interested. “My hands are safe, love. The safest.” He grinned, giving a show of his hands which were in no way innocent or clean of sin. “I don’t normally have to work so hard at getting a girl out of her knickers and tonight is no different.” He wasn’t a simp. If she’d rather hang out with her clothes on, then so be it. “Hanging out with me though, twice in one night — what’s the occasion? You just want my mother’s grimoire, is that it?” If that was the case, she wouldn’t get another peep. Favors aren’t free, not from him anyway. There’s always a price to pay. “I don’t really fancy being used. Unless I’m actually being used. Pretending to use me to make your mate jealous, it’s boring. So either make me proposal or stop wasting my time.” 

FAYE CHAMBERLAIN​:

Emerald-green eyes volleyed back and forth between Doug and the sign in the window that read ‘OPEN’ in big, bold red letters. Nowhere outside the boathouse did it say they permitted dogs inside. ―――― Quick! Someone call animal control. Or better yet ―― watch Faye take care of it herself. Upon leaning in, the feisty witch got close enough to smell Doug’s breath and instantly gagged. Afterwards, she gave a playful gnash of her teeth. “Bite me.” Grossed out, her lips twitched into a smirk. “Now, get out of my way before you lose that inch you call a penis.”

“Mm, I’d love to.” A lazy smile graced his lips as he stood in the doorway, blatantly checking her out. But ultimately, he decided to take a step back. If only to follow her across the diner to her usual booth. She’d be unpleasantly surprised that he had already occupied it and his mess was still there, scattered along the table. A spiked coffee, a milkshake, three burger wrappers and fries. Usually his twin brother Chris would have been on the other side, but Doug decided he needed a Doug-Day. “Sorry ‘bout the mess, babe. Take a seat and we can talk more about my penis?” To further entice her, he pulled the flask from his jacket and waved it proudly. “Come on, you know I’m a lot more fun than anyone else. I’ll even let you ride the Samurai.” Outside the window sat his all-black Suzuki Samurai. “Top down, music up... And by top, I mean yours.” 

It was obvious, the reason the chance harbor circle gathered at the boatyard so often. Not only did Adam work there, but their food was actually good. Doug was on his third hamburger when he spotted Faye from the window. She always looked good, but he wouldn’t tell her that. She was too much of a bitch. After trying to get into her pants 100 times, he learned to be crueler. Jake treated her like crap, maybe that’s what she was into. “Ah, you’re not getting in here without the password.” Doug blocked the entrance, a rouge smirk etched across his face. From the smell on his breath, she’d be able to tell he's been spiking his pepsi. / @quitemean​

CHRIS HENDERSON:

“Oh, then you’re welcome. It wasn’t a very good one. You can do better.”

“You still owe me one, dud or not.” Chris was his ride or die, but that didn’t mean he could continue borrowing (stealing) his stuff. Girls, roller skates, records. Chris needed his own. Magic induced twins or not, there has to be a line drawn somewhere. 

“Ah, you say as though I’m not one of you, darling.” Kol knew Jake would blow his top if he were to find out Faye had been consorting with the enemy. His enemy, that is. It was no wonder the blonde ken witch was cautious with jealousy, he has every right to be. Kol, was in fact, out to steal his girl. Faye was beautiful, dark, and with a wry sense of humor that could rival his own. “Sweet, dark angel, I said you could have a looksee, not snap any photos.” Smirking, he snatched her phone and decided to browse through her gallery while he had a moment. “Any nudes, love? How about I trade you, a picture of you for a picture of any page you want.” 

After her vicious blowout with Jake, Faye just needed to blow off some steam. And who better with, than the cheeky bastard himself? Kol Mikaelson. ( @flipme​ ) “――――You shouldn’t sneak up on people. Least of all, us witches. We’re broody and temperamental.” Her phone was out while she snapped a few pictures of his mother’s grimoire. He said he’d let her borrow it for “RESEARCH” but, she knew that was only code for ――― only after you sleep with me first.

 ( Yeah, right. Dream on. )