DANGER! @ juni
@noblestcg | danger! | 16. your muse is kidnapped
The term ‘kidnapping’ is not the one that Juni would use. More along the lines of a meeting. That Elijah has not agreed to go attend, nor knew that he was going to be at - and was taken against his will. Which, Juni knows what you’re thinking - taking an Original against their will? Taking Elijah MIkaelson against his will? Did she have a DEATH WISH? How had she even accomplished this feat?
The answers:
1. no, she does not. �� 2. planning, planning and oh yes, more planning.
So where was she? Ah yes, acquiring Elijah Mikaelson for an unwilling meeting, making sure that the entire time her face was covered with a MASK. She would reveal her face to her brother soon enough, but it would be when she was ready.
With a quick glance at her watch, she knew that time would be soon. Very, very soon. She glanced to where her brother was, sitting ever so comfortable on the couch with his hands bound (she knew it would not be enough to contain him) and temporarily unconscious.
Temporarily, because she knew he would wake up very soon. She put her hand next to her mask, which was placed next to her on the table she was sitting upon, opposite the couch, legs dangling over the edge.
As he started to wake, a smile (though some would call it more of a smirk) was on her face as she looked down at him.
“I forgot how much of a snorer you were.” He wasn’t, but wasn’t some mocking the best way to start an 800 year reunion? “Long time, big bro. Let’s talk.”
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TEXTING MEME ⟶ WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE TWEETS ( 2013 / part two )
always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
[ text ] –– the bee pit is closed for renovations.
[ text ] –– if you could only see the world as it really is! it’s beautiful and on fire and awful.
[ text ] –– don’t forget there’s a BIG GAME this weekend. no one’s sure what the game involves, but there will be consequences.
[ text ] –– let’s pretend this never happened.
[ text ] –– the hideous screaming coming from inside your walls is technically a haiku.
[ text ] –– when you die, try to rot quickly. the cemetery trees look underfed.
[ text ] –– centuries ago, scientists learned the sun doesn’t revolve around the earth. the sun, they proved, is just a blind god wandering in circles.
[ text ] –– the stars don’t mean anything. they’re just being ironic.
[ text ] –– measure a man by his actions. then measure him by each of his limbs, weighed separately, refrigerated, blood drained.
[ text ] –– most owls are staying in the forest to plot important things. the superb one speaks of mice and alchemy and prophetic dreaming.
[ text ] –– no one is talking about mountains. why is no one talking about mountains? secretive mountains control the media, that’s why.
[ text ] –– a bird in the hand is worth a plastic bag full of miscellaneous animal hearts.
[ text ] –– should crippling fear of life be taught in schools?
[ text ] –– the sky is a conspiracy.
[ text ] –– when life hands you lemons, use them to cover the smell coming from the floorboards.
[ text ] –– turns out the screaming in your home is just a ghost child who’s haunting the house that cursed her soul.
[ text ] –– the optimist sees a glass that is half-full. the pessimist sees a rotting deer.
[ text ] –– listen to your heart. just hold it up to your ear and listen. it should sound like chili being stirred.
[ text ] –– unearthing a time capsule dated 1913 that contains the bones of a six-armed man, two ukranian hymnals, and an eight inch statuette of a honeybee.
[ text ] –– are other people even real? probably not.
[ text ] –– there are painful consequences for kindness.
[ text ] –– missed connection: you were a bird, so was I. we lived centuries apart and time is weird.
[ text ] –– the post office doesn’t exist, mail is not a thing. communication is fake.
[ text ] –– hey girl you must be tired because you’ve been running all night from that basilisk.
[ text ] –– let’s stare at the sky until we forget who we are.
[ text ] –– passengers on the left have a nice view of themselves dying, on the right you can see mountains or something.
[ text ] –– filled with blood? got bones all inside you? covered in skin? we can help.
[ text ] –– the long debate over whether or not skin is necessary is finally over.
[ text ] –– i’d like to thank the eyeless deer that silently stalk my dreams for believing in me.
[ text ] –– smdh if you don’t grow oak trees from your chest.
[ text ] –– I like my coffee like I like my nights: dark, endless, impossible to sleep through.
[ text ] –– life is like a box of lonely, terrifying, painful chocolate.
[ text ] –– keep some bees in your chest cavity, just in case.
[ text ] –– the bees are dying because they never learned how to love.
[ text ] –– enthralled by the moon? staring at a lot of clouds and flowers? you may be entitled to compensation.
[ text ] –– do you want to know a secret? me too. let me know if you find out any.
[ text ] –– if we’re both unmarried at 35, let’s agree to become trees.
[ text ] –– thankfully, mathematics cannot be proven.
[ text ] –– don’t let numbers tell you what to do. you are blood and earth, not theory and chalk.
[ text ] –– the human soul weight 21 grams. it’s a dense lump of grey clay wrapped in a cloth and buried beneath an unfound tree.
[ text ] –– foxes are built like nesting dolls.
[ text ] –– if you love something, set it free. if it returns to burrow into your chest and die, it’s meant to be.
[ text ] –– love ain’t nothing but a number.
[ text ] –– things that hurt: knives, lightning, breathing, reading, talking, looking at the moon, paraphrasing, and recycling.
[ text ] –– anything is possible if you believe in yourself and only in yourself and don’t care about what’s real.
[ text ] –– it’s fine if you believe in thermodynamic laws, but you don’t need to force everyone else to believe it.
[ text ] –– here’s a creepy thought.
[ text ] –– an ouija board, but instead of letters and numbers, pictures of cats.
[ text ] –– it is not only illegal, but physically dangerous to answer a rhetorical question.
[ text ] –– somewhere in every mirror is a faceless old woman standing very still.
[ text ] –– you’ll sleep when you’re dead.
[ text ] –– a name is a lie that keeps you from thinking you might be more than one single being.
[ text ] –– it takes more muscles to shriek in terror than to smile.
[ text ] –– loss is an illusion. you’ve never actually had anything.
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scngless:
“Exactly that, aunt.” It’s far from a simple question. It’s THE QUESTION which always occupies at least part of her thoughts – has haunted her for centuries – and at times when she feels close to her family, makes her push them all away. Because how can she allow it, really? Being happy feels like a betrayal.
It’s true she hasn’t seen Juni in a long long time. But she hasn’t seen her father in even longer.
“As you are already well aware, he’s NOT,” Astrid hisses finally, fists clenching in frustration. “They haven’t let him out once since putting him there. Are you happy now?”
Juni let out a disappointed sigh. Was it fake or real, who would know. She shook her head. “My poor brother. Left to ROT in that box for nine centuries. Of course I am not happy, Astrid. I am devastated.” Astrid wasn’t wrong that Juni already knew this - in fact, she’s been working on locating him for some time now, and she was getting so close - but she could not complete this stage on her own. She needed help, and that came perfectly in the form of Finn’s daughter.
“Believe it or not - I hold no ill will towards Finn. I want him out of that box, the dagger pulled from his chest. He is the only one of my family that did NOT turn their backs upon me.” Because he was in that coffin. Oh, Juni figured that if Finn hadn’t been, he would’ve been fine with leaving her behind. But she couldn’t judge him for what she thought he might have done. The point remains, they were both betrayed by their siblings.
“I have a deal for you, little niece. Say I was getting close to finding where darling Nik hid your father - would you help me FREE him?”
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