I feel like I have such a plot for this story, which depends on my consistency and interest, also as a update from my previous Kol story, I have to confess it's so much harder writing from a perspective of every episode it doesn't really give me a lot of thought and creativity, it was much more easier for me to write after I'd watched and processed the whole of season 3, which is what I'll most likely do with season 4, I will not continue my other Kol Mikaelson fanfiction until season 4 has ended, purely because it will give me a good base and foundation for me to continue the story, also my opinion and plot lines for stories change after certain events or if such an such did something that makes me furious, I'll most likely be frustrated and come to a writers block.
So yeah, I haven't abandoned it, I'm just waiting.
Also some of my thoughts on the new season of The Originals, (Season 4)
BEWARE DO NOT READ FURTHER UNLESS YOU DON'T MIND SPOILERS
I am so furious with Kol right now, and Freya and Elijah. Honestly Kol seemed as he formed, almost this acceptance? of Davina's death, and I saw hints of that after the few episodes after Davina died, and in these three episodes you definitely could visualise it. Elijah apologised to Rebekah for the loss of Marcel, (not loss such as death, but they split up and whatever!) but what about Davina?
What about Kol and his girl? Honestly that it why I cannot remain forever furious with him, because despite this acceptance, I do understand that it stills very fresh in his mind at the same time.
But luckily Davina still has a part to play in this season, thank god! Leaving her in the dark last season was a big frustration and fury. Also can I just say the moment between Kol and Rebekah and Klaus and Rebekah was so precious.
Meanwhile, the actress who plays Hope seems very intriguing I am interested in which direction they lead the young actress in, she isn't what I ideally imagined for Hope to be honest, but let's let her run it through before the ultimate thoughts.
Also back to the mention of Rebekah, I am so bummed at the new family dynamic, the pact Always And Forever usually applied to Rebekah, Elijah and Klaus, however the roles have reversed, for centuries Rebekah has been besides her brother, now it's Freya coming into the lime light and I have to admit, I HATE IT! Rebekah's character was just amazing, it was nice to all three siblings together, everyone class Elijah as the glue, but I definitely think it was Rebekah. She had that bond with all her brothers, which is what brought them all together really. I am looking forward to some more Kol and Rebekah moments which have been promised my Julie Plec.
So well just have to see about that...
Avery glared zestfully at her best friend who pranced about, mockingly mimicking her actions. She playfully nudged her, "Shut up!" They both were hanging at Avery's house. Her dad was on a another business trip, to be honest Avery didn't know what to think any more. Was he on a business trip? God knows?!
She had learnt not to underestimate or overestimate her father. Rose discarded a sleek black, dress and quickly alternated for a mint green and white lace summer dress. Her burnished, blonde hair straightened to perfection.
"Hurry Avery! Were going to be late!" The urgency and commandment in her tone would almost make Avery fear her, but she didn't. Avery believed, truthfully; she had no more to fear, everyone she feared loosing she'd already lost. A part of her disputed with this presupposition of herself, she'd learnt to love Rose, like a sister. No matter how much she denied their liaison. Loosing Rose would shatter her brave girl façade.
Rose fiercely snapped Avery out of her trance of thought. Before taking account her sombre expression. She sighed softly, "What's wrong?" She breathed gently, Avery couldn't handle the softness of her tone.
She stood up and jerked violently the words unintentionally spitting out, "Nothing." As she fiddled with some aimless items strewn about on her desk. Purposely ignoring the thick tension in the air.
Rosalie's meek, graceful steps approached her with no fear or anger. "I know their is something bothering you, so either tell me what's wrong or, I will force it out of you." She asserted challengingly. Their idiosyncratic dynamic brought out the best and worst of each other. The silence after Rose's sharp words laid profoundly.
"I..." Avery couldn't fathom sentences she never dared to speak aloud about. Shuddering she attempted to simplify and omit her thoughts without twisting the words up. "Your a great friend." She blurted stupidly. Feeling the stupidity at her cheeks, she began hiking towards her dresser, abducting some black, high waisted shorts and black elbow cut out t-shirt.
"Avery, it's ok. Ok to admit you have emotions all humans have certain capability until their thoughts kill them." Rosalie assured. Affectionately rubbing her best-friends arm. Avery smiled tenderly, lightly elevating the glossy photo frame of her mother. "I miss her, so much."
Rosalie relaxed besides her, smoothly running a slender finger of the frame, "I'm sure she was an amazing women." Rosalie pronounced, "You know, you look like her." She pointed out with a slight hint of happiness.
"Big mommies girl huh Lowe?" The tease and good nature washed out the sombre and grieving tone as Avery let out a strangled chortle. "Your kidding right? We look nothing alike." Avery disputed defiantly.
"Seriously do you really fool yourself? You've both got high cheekbones, and sun-beige skin too die for- Also not to forget, that frizzy ass bronze hair!" She joked escaping a bark of laughter, Avery following simultaneously.
"Well I am sorry we cannot all have that Duke women straight-ass blonde locks." Avery guffawed. Throwing her hands exasperatedly in the air, which no longer fixated with thick tension and sombre, but now teasing and high-spirits.
"Well technically, and ass is not flat it's curvy and round, and sometimes uncontrollable and saggy and like you stated my hair is straight, which means my hair cannot be compared with the likes of an ass." Rose admitted seriously.
Avery glanced to check any signs of amusement or joking. Rose kept her face poker serious before Avery burst into uncontrollable laughter, "Ah-Oh my god- You do know you make me die every day!" Avery grinned.
Rosalie nodded pleasingly. "And will continue doing so until you stay dead." She taunted teasingly. Avery shook her head, restraining her laughter. From the corner of her eye she noticed a tall athletic, figure swayed hurriedly. Her oval, hooded eyes complimenting her long, mousy locks which was thrown in a messy bun. Avery immediately smiled, "Jade!" The words slipped out excitedly.
Jade Westphall stood slightly taken aback, they never really associated unless they were in an educational environment. "Avery..Hey?" She didn't bother to dissemble the disorientation scribbled all over her dark skin.
They'd decided to grab some snacks, not intended to reacquaint, Rose thought lamely. In truth, their was nothing really wrong with Jade, except for the part she was considered a partial nerd. Her looks stuck her apart. She was pretty, not doubt beautiful just a little jock-y for Rosalie's taste, nevertheless she plastered a warm demeanour for Avery's sake, although she really couldn't envision why her best friend would choose freely to associate with peers from a certain grade, that weren't popular.
Avery could feel the stickiness beginning to build. "Well, it was nice seeing you, I just thought I'd hi." Avery rambled nervously, neither really comprehending where this conversation would end.
"Seriously? Jade Wetphall?" Her words dripping condescendingly as Avery ignored the arrogance in her tone, Jade was a decent enough student, in fact more, much more. Avery and her had first become acquainted when they'd been forced to take extra chemistry. Jade was selected due to her advanced knowledge on the subject, Raina Ruiz, a pretty petite mixed raced girl had been forced to attend to her lack of knowledge and poor score on the Chemistry test. Avery was neither, she had missed the first year of Louisiana High, it was mandatory to take extra chem with Mr Adrian Harrison unless you wanted to fail, of course.
Amongst the class, Avery was well sociable with some others, including one nerd; Farkle Minkus. Farkle had always intrigued her, never less, never more. He was so dissimilar Avery was almost in awe. He was his own person, something Avery held in high respect.
She abhorred beings that were similar to their peers so much, were they unknown to originality? Clearly! Following what they thought was the trend, was secretly a twisted plot scheme to exploit teenagers in so many ways. Sometimes Avery wondered, was she ever perceived as that? Frank, childish girl, couldn't be parted in a gathering of other teenage girls?
Avery was sure, she definitely stood out in the most unorthodox, uncanny teenager. Not in an attention seeking way, more in a unique way. For example, it was not a secret, she was well antiquated with students from various sociable status, nerds, popular, not so popular. She had various clunks of metals on her cartilage, one or her belly button. She'd be lying if she hadn't considered one for her nose. She could visualise her best friends horrified reaction to her irregular metal desires.
Avery wasn't Gothic, Gothic, however individuality was key and it wasn't something she hid, (not often anyway!) She was 100% accurate that many peers doubted herself, and her sanity. Honestly, she done the same on a multitude of occasions, but what could really do, if she lost her sanity? She was pretty sure she lost all sanity at the loss of her mother.
"Come on, I can see the pizza worker almost trying to kill us." Rose urged, walking towards the cheap takeaway.
Avery glanced jaundiced at her wardrobe, filled with blacks, maroons and greys. The colours seemed fitting with Avery's persona. Quiet, slight savage, depressing, Gothic, yet popular and unworldly beautiful- Avery didn't believe this, nor had the thought ever crossed that she may actually be somewhat attractive. Her shower had been tremendously effective, she had decided that today she was not attend school, of course after texting Rosalie the night before, and warning her off her settlement, because that's what best friends did.
Her eyes browsed carelessly, as her petite, short, naked body was wrapped in nothing but a mere cotton towel. She was in desperate need of a new wardrobe. Most her clothes had either become too short, or too old.
Once she'd chosen a suitable outfit, she collected her things that had been sparsely strewn about for some reason. Her clad black outfit had become customary, and she no longer cringed cynically at her wardrobe at how much it fitted her inner self.
Trotting down the stairs, she planned to head straight to the French Quarter. The only placed she would really concentrate, Lafayette Cemetery, she'd really relished the spiritual, ancestry that laid their. New Orleans was confined with secrets, burning to be discovered , was Avery to be those secrets?
She really didn't considered the implications of her actions, not really. Why bother when her father was bound to clean up whatever mess she made. Sighing, she raked a hand through her thick untamed frizzy locks.
She decided she'd rather lay sit aimlessly in front of the sun, and soak up the sunlight, but New Orleans always seemed too shoddy for that. New Orleans was undoubtedly mystical, and Avery sometimes seemed as if she was being glared at, as if she was like a sore thumb in array of slender, manicured fingers.
They were all human too right?
Link to Avery's outfit: untitled_358/set?id=219619686
The same outfit will continue throughout the next chapter, it'll be the same day, this chapter was just getting a little elongated I mean it's like 2000 words, so..
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