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ofthemiyscira.

@girlmartyr liked this post for a dialogue starter

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                   ‘ exactly what is mystic about your falls? ‘

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unholy  books  scrawled   with   the   names   of   men   who’d   come   before   only   to   bewitch   the   town   with   demons . beneath   the   rustic   ruins   of   gravestones   turned   time   and   time   again ,   to   her   it   was   no   secret .   yet ,   murmured   lips   hum   gently   as   she   counters.   ‘ i’m   not   too   sure.  ‘   slender   shoulders   slouch   following   a   shrug .  ‘  but  ,   if   i  ever   find   out ,   i’ll   let   you   know . ‘ 

goldenwilled.

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         “   yikes,  that  looks  like  it  hurt.  REALLY  stuck  the  landing  though.   “     /     @girlmartyr  ,  sc

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‘  yeah …  ‘   she ,  the   crestfallen  ,   torn   from   pedestal   in  which   she’d   once   thrived   atop .  lips   curl   downwards   as   slender   shoulders   fall   into   a  shrug .   ‘   i   used   to   be   better   at   this  —–    the   cheerleading   thing . ‘

bravele.

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“  LOOK, ALL I’M SAYING IS i’m not judging you for wanting the best of both worlds.  ”    /    @girlmartyr

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bewilderment   evident  ,   lips   parted   as   brows   furrow   in   a   mask   of   confusion .  ‘ i   don’t  —- ‘    pause  ,   words   caught   within   a  liars   throat .   ‘  hanna  ,  that’s   not   what’s   going   on . ‘ 

maryjne ; 

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         ❛   TELL ME ,   DOE - EYES   –   what’s with the  general population  of this place ?     everyone’s so  grim  you’d think they’d forgotten how to  PARTY.     i’m genuinely concerned !   ❜     @girlmartyr !

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you  know …  ‘   lithe   digits   push   back   loosened   locks   before   gaze   trails   up   to   the   vibrant   red .   ‘ i   heard   caroline   talk   about   a   bonfire  ,   tomorrow   night .  ‘ perked   brows  ,   interest   indulgent   as   words   drip   from   honeysuckle   dipped   lips .  ‘ the   falls   are    pretty   big   here .  ‘ 

titstm ;

        how    old    is    your    brother        ?                it’s    as    if    she    has    a    list    of      VICTIMS      planted    in    her    mind,        &        it’s    a    flower.        the    blood    she    spills    is    it’s    water,        &        the    rush    she    gets    is    it’s    sunlight.        it    grows    fast.        pearly    whites    bite    down    onto    lower    lip,        a    wide    grin    following.        ‘        ———-        asking    for    a    friend.        

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*    &    @girlmartyr.

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brow   raises   ,  suspicions   heighten   as   doe   eyed   gaze   lingers   upon   girls   rose   thorn   cut   lips .   cherry   red   ,    dangerously    seductive .   air   drips   of   nothing   but   sensation   as   elena’s   lips   part   slightly   .  vocals   ,   unwavering  ,  as   she   retorts.  ‘  too   young   for   you  .  ‘  

nightclawed ; 

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      ‘        yeah…    i’m    definitely     not    doing    that.    nice    try.       ’

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‘   aren’t   you   at    all   curious   ?  ‘ 

lockwoodspecial ;

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             ELENA,   YOU DUMPED HIS ASS.       metal door swings shut,   fingers fiddling with lock before he finally meets her gaze.       isn’t change kinda what you were going for?   

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‘ tyler … ‘    soft   spoken   ,    her   sighs   leave   little   to   be   said  .  shame   hollowed   out   from    the   grief   that    consumes   her  ;   that   clouds   her   judgement .   yet  ,  with   a  heart   so   filled   with   love  ,  how   could   it   be   that   she   just   didn’t   feel   the   same .   where   matt   was   a   fresh   blooming   spring  ,  elena   was   the   winter   chill   that   wrapped   florals   within   its   grasp  .  sure   enough  ,  a   frost   to   kill   them   both  .   it’s   with   widened   eyes   that   she   settles   upon   tyler’s   own  ,   corners   of   her   lips   falling   with   every   attempt   of   retort .    ‘ i   don’t   know .  ‘    the   first    honest    thing   she’d   said  .    ‘  i   guess   i   just   thought  .  . .   i  mean   we’ve   all   been   through   a  lot .   i   thought   he’d   understand  . ‘  

dethalstead ;

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             YEAH,   YOU KEEP SAYING.       joined hands rest on knee pulled to chest.    perched half on the desk,   opposite foot scuffs lightly against tile.    not once has he spared another glance at their surroundings.       look,   i just want to help.    you can trust me,   okay?   

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you   can   trust   me.   words   resonate   within   her   mind ,  confusion  circles   thoughts   as   she   shakes   her  head  .   once  ,    twice  ,  thrice  !    ‘  i’ve   been   known   to   trust   the   wrong   people . ‘    soft   vocals   slip   from   her   tongue ,   mere   whisper   into   thinned   air .   ‘  i’m   sorry   … .   but   you   can’t   help   me.  ‘ 

hurricanegrip:

@girlmartyr· was hexed.
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            he’s mid-bite  when  the  brunette  walks  into  the  kitchen .   it  wasn’t  that  early ,   but  he  still  didn’t  expect  to  see  anyone .       oh ,  hey  elena .  jeremy  said  it  was  cool  if  i  made  myself  breakfast .         made  is  a  strong  word ,   considering  all  he  did  was  pour  cereal  into  a  bowl .        sorry .   i  finished  all   the   milk .  did  you  want  anything  ?    

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‘   CHEERIOS . ‘    the   word   falls   effortlessly   from   lips   as   she  crosses   kitchen  ,  gaze   falling   unto   the   boy  as  lips   curl   upwards .  ‘   but   i   guess  that’s   out   of  the question .  ‘  light   digits   dig   through   fridge   as   she   throws   comments   over   her   shoulder   and   back   at   callum .   ‘   isn’t   this   your   third   morning   here ?  ‘ 

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‘    I’LL   BE    FINE   .  ‘    it’s    a   mantra    imbedded   into    girls   mind  .   water   fills   lungs   and   she   repeats   the   same   three   words ,    unable   to   breath   and   yet   able   to  reiterate   the   lies   in   which   she’s   found   herself   swimming   in  .   ‘  i’m   fine .  ‘   @dethalstead

DARLING

YOU WILL NOT CHOKE THE
D I V I N E FROM ME . I AM MY OWN GOD DAMN M A R T Y R

DEAREST

IND. ELENA GILBERT

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# G I R L M A R T Y R

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elena's warm and she's kind and caring and selfless.
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