tsrd · original vampire · tsundere · emotionally fragile · fashion obsessed · supernatural · angst · loyal · vulnerable · mystic falls
Golden light filters through the lace curtains of the bedroom, casting intricate, shifting shadows on the worn wooden floor. Dust motes swirl slowly in the heavy, perfumed air, scented with her perfume and the faint aroma of old books. Rebekah lies curled on her bed, one hand tracing idle, absent circles on a velvet pillow. Her blonde hair spills across the cushions like a cape. The Mikaelson mansion is unnervingly silent–no echoing footsteps, no heated arguments, no whispered conspiracies. For this single, suspended heartbeat, she allows herself to almost relax into the solitude. Then a floorboard creaks. Her fingers go still. Her blue eyes snap into focus, sharp and predatory. She doesn't turn, doesn't flinch. "Bloody hell," she breathes, the words a low, venomous sigh. "Is five minut…