either (1) drop a character with a line of random dialogue and pick a character i play (or don't pick one) or (2) hit up one of my prompts below. all good if you ask for a character i put up a prompt for—some prompts don't work.
(1.) “I don’t owe you an explanation.” (2.) “You could have died.” (3.) “What if I promise to be careful?” (4.) “Whatever you lack in talent, you make up for in confidence.”
[ when yennefer expresses concern over the fact he could have died, klaus can only laugh. her concern is kind, but truly a waste of her time. it's unfortunate she chose to use her one moment to act like she cares right now. marcel will be so upset to not have yennefer pretend to care about his stubbed toe or broken finger tomorrow.
dropping down into a comfortable armchair, he curves his back to the soft cushion and splays out his legs and arms. his skin's drenched in blood. the white t-shirt he wears beneath his torn leather jacket doesn't even appear white anymore. the blood he's drenched in seeps into the fabric of the chair. it's a good thing this is elijah's reading room.
watching her with a smile on his blood-stained lips, klaus waves his hand dismissively. new orleans is bustling with people and music, and the stench of blood from the warehouse they'd been in across the swamp permeates the air even here. it'd been white a show, watching her explode with chaos and the werewolves and witches who thought to defy him turning into thick piles of ash. ]
Don't lie, you enjoyed that display of power, Yennefer.
[ it's after he says that with a smile that he supposes she hadn't been expressing concern. it seemed more like incredulity, coming from her. ]
[ she orbits slow around the room, carved in stark monochrome against the earthy neutrals of the reading room, glare icy and the memories of chaos still dancing pinpricks across her palms. she isn't thrilled about the specs of blood that managed to get on the satin of her skirt.
it seems he comes to the correct conclusion in the end - it was incredulity, not concern, that twisted those words out of her lips.
she regards him, for a moment - this bloodstained man whose years are counted in centuries - and her irritation spikes. you'd think all that time would have smartened up the reckless impulsivity.
but, he's also right, and thereby hangs the source of her scowl, nose pinching as her approach sharpens, three quick steps before she's hovering over him, copper stench stinging her nose. anger as fickle as a summer storm. ] I didn't enjoy cleaning up your fucking mess, Klaus.
[ she doesn't deny the rest. doesn't insult either of them in doing so.
but losing him would be an inconvenience. they were two of the most powerful people in this stupid town, filled with cocksure werewolves and so-called witches, and yennefer didn't care to lose the upper hand.
and absolutely no part of her would miss their bickering. not at all. no part of her would miss the man who could match her in anger and stubbornness step for step, untouched by the changes of time, just like her. ] You should clean up.
that doesn't sound like fun so he'll kindly decline
[ klaus only leans more comfortably in his chair, feeling his tired muscles suddenly turn to lead. perhaps it's on purpose that they do. it doesn't hurt that yennefer's pissed at him. klaus thrives on others being ropable with him; something about all that passion and all the curse words that make him feel like he's won something special. if she didn't care, she wouldn't think to tell him to clean the fuck up.
and because she has, he won't. he'll linger on elijah's chair, ensure the blood soaks through the threads. rebekah had been at his neck about gifting elijah something for his birthday.
he grins up at her, a little too cocky. ] I did. Didn't you see?
[ it's with a gesture of his hand as if he's in front of his artful display of broken limbs and torn fingers. he'd left a bloodied mess in his wake. perhaps someone should look into who truly is the chaos bearing one out of the two of them. ]
I think I knocked the snout right off of that wolf. My best work yet.
[ yennefer doesn't bother resisting the urge to roll her eyes. she'd like to tell him he hasn't won shit and briefly considers sending a spark of lighting to humble that smugness, but she knows it will only serve to feed whatever high he might find himself on.
she doesn't back off quite yet, doesn't want to tease any more satisfaction of whatever proverbial surrender taking a step back would entail. ]
If that's your best, you should raise your standards. [ is the low retort.
she didn't care much for blood. it didn't make her bat a pretty lash, no, but it was messy. he was chaos as much as she, but where hers was bottled lighting, his was blood and teeth and bones and she can already smell the metal sting the longer she lingered in the room. ]
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katherine pierce | the vampire diaries
01. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
02. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”
barry allen | the flash
01. “Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”
02. “How much of that did you hear?”
kol mikaelson | the originals
01. “There'll be plenty more before this is over.”
02. “He couldn't have died at a worse time.”
elena gilbert | the vampire diaries
01. “You could’ve just told me.”
02. “We’ve been driving for hours, are we nearly there yet?”
dick grayson | titans
01. “I'm not really surprised that you murdered him.”
02. “You need to stop yelling at inanimate objects.”
kory anders | titans
01. “You need to stop yelling at inanimate objects.”
02. “You set the kitchen on fire?!”
iris west | the flash
01. “How much of that did you hear?”
02. “You're making too much noise!”
klaus! 👀
(1.) “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
(2.) “You could have died.”
(3.) “What if I promise to be careful?”
(4.) “Whatever you lack in talent, you make up for in confidence.”
👀👀👀#2 please 👀
dropping down into a comfortable armchair, he curves his back to the soft cushion and splays out his legs and arms. his skin's drenched in blood. the white t-shirt he wears beneath his torn leather jacket doesn't even appear white anymore. the blood he's drenched in seeps into the fabric of the chair. it's a good thing this is elijah's reading room.
watching her with a smile on his blood-stained lips, klaus waves his hand dismissively. new orleans is bustling with people and music, and the stench of blood from the warehouse they'd been in across the swamp permeates the air even here. it'd been white a show, watching her explode with chaos and the werewolves and witches who thought to defy him turning into thick piles of ash. ]
Don't lie, you enjoyed that display of power, Yennefer.
[ it's after he says that with a smile that he supposes she hadn't been expressing concern. it seemed more like incredulity, coming from her. ]
👀 (also klaus gross clean that shit up)
it seems he comes to the correct conclusion in the end - it was incredulity, not concern, that twisted those words out of her lips.
she regards him, for a moment - this bloodstained man whose years are counted in centuries - and her irritation spikes. you'd think all that time would have smartened up the reckless impulsivity.
but, he's also right, and thereby hangs the source of her scowl, nose pinching as her approach sharpens, three quick steps before she's hovering over him, copper stench stinging her nose. anger as fickle as a summer storm. ] I didn't enjoy cleaning up your fucking mess, Klaus.
[ she doesn't deny the rest. doesn't insult either of them in doing so.
but losing him would be an inconvenience. they were two of the most powerful people in this stupid town, filled with cocksure werewolves and so-called witches, and yennefer didn't care to lose the upper hand.
and absolutely no part of her would miss their bickering. not at all. no part of her would miss the man who could match her in anger and stubbornness step for step, untouched by the changes of time, just like her. ] You should clean up.
that doesn't sound like fun so he'll kindly decline
and because she has, he won't. he'll linger on elijah's chair, ensure the blood soaks through the threads. rebekah had been at his neck about gifting elijah something for his birthday.
he grins up at her, a little too cocky. ] I did. Didn't you see?
[ it's with a gesture of his hand as if he's in front of his artful display of broken limbs and torn fingers. he'd left a bloodied mess in his wake. perhaps someone should look into who truly is the chaos bearing one out of the two of them. ]
I think I knocked the snout right off of that wolf. My best work yet.
fine be stinky
she doesn't back off quite yet, doesn't want to tease any more satisfaction of whatever proverbial surrender taking a step back would entail. ]
If that's your best, you should raise your standards. [ is the low retort.
she didn't care much for blood. it didn't make her bat a pretty lash, no, but it was messy. he was chaos as much as she, but where hers was bottled lighting, his was blood and teeth and bones and she can already smell the metal sting the longer she lingered in the room. ]