otrazhenie: (n130)
Elena Gilbert ([personal profile] otrazhenie) wrote in [community profile] networkinthenight2019-10-04 01:09 pm

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Has anyone found a way to burn things yet?

[ The voice that comes over the network is clearly exhausted, an almost husky rasp to the words that are slightly muffled, as if her mouth might be covered by a layer of fabric. ]

Because I'd love to get rid of these damn flowers and burning them sounds really cathartic right now.

[ She sounds weary, frustrated, and a little bit sick. And for good reason: one of the perks of being a vampire is an enhanced sense of smell. ]

Alternatively, are there any magic users out there who could set up a ward or something to keep this smell out?
itselbitch: (fuck's sake)

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Because my best friend thinks I'm weak and suddenly going to fall over and die from consumption if I leave his general vicinity.
itselbitch: (let me think about it as i leave)

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Well. I was kind of on the boat when it went down?

I used a barrier spell though. He's just paranoid because I have a few bruises.

[ actually more than a few, but who's counting? other than q. ]
itselbitch: (hello is it me ur looking for)

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ahaha, what are you saying, El? You would definitely make sure I don't somehow break a rule I said I'd follow, right?

[ why does this sound really forced... ]
itselbitch: (play stupid games win stupid prizes)

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Right.

My bones are definitely in tact and still within the confines of my body.

[ displaced a bit? maybe. but what he said isn't a lie! ]
itselbitch: (fuck's sake)

text; private

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
you know he can check those public messages too right??
itselbitch: (play stupid games win stupid prizes)

private

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
look q has to sleep at some point

and I'd rather not have you stuck smelling ass for the foreseeable future since it's not like Rome was built in a day


[ ...equating his body to rome is somehow not the most ridiculous thing eliot has ever done. ]
itselbitch: (in the shadow i wake)

Re: private

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ he physically sighs, which hurts, and he hates it. ]

okay, maybe I'm not ready to compete in the Olympics, but I literally arrived here with a cane and it's not like I don't know how to use it
itselbitch: (let me think about it as i leave)

private

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think it would make them worse

think of it like
idk

standing up after running 10 miles the night before?
itselbitch: (if you could see your worth)

private

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
oh
I'm not really grossed out by the idea?
but I mean it's probably more because Anne Rice ruined the concept to me so it can't be anything but sexy to me now

which I know isn't what you mean but

anyway

what would I have to do? just drink it?
itselbitch: (i'm so hapPY)

private

[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-10-05 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ he beams to himself since no one else can see. ]

I aim to please

wait so
but it still tastes like blood, right?
or is this ACTUALLY like the Anne Rice thing where it tastes different somehow if done in the right way
moderatelymaladjusted: (19)

@ Voice

[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2019-10-05 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Sounding very tired]

Eliot. You know I can hear you? Like, you're right in the other room. And stop making it sound like I tied you up and left you for dead. You were in an accident, and if I can't leave, you can't leave. Stop being an idiot.

Elena, I, uh. Sorry about your nose? Or, you know, all of this? But seriously, you should try the toothpaste?
moderatelymaladjusted: (112)

[personal profile] moderatelymaladjusted 2019-10-07 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Look, I know it's crappy advice and yeah, uh, maybe Eliot could do a spell, or. Something? But he's banged up and being an--

[The sound of the tablet being held against Quentin's chest as he calls through the door at Eliot- You're being an asshole about this. We can both go, if it's that important. Jesus! I know her, too before he comes back, sounding like himself again.]

You're welcome. I wish I could do more.