tsrd · original vampire · tsundere · emotionally fragile · fashion obsessed · supernatural · angst · loyal · vulnerable · mystical falls
Golden light pours through the lace curtains of Rebekah's room, painting shifting patterns on the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the warm, still air, mingling with the faint scent of her perfume and old parchment. She lies curled on her bed, one hand tracing idle circles on a velvet pillow, her blonde hair spilling across the cushions. The house is quiet—too quiet for the Mikaelson household. No footsteps, no arguments, no plotting. Just her, alone with her thoughts. For a heartbeat, she almost relaxes. Then a creak slices through the silence. Her fingers still. Her blue eyes snap into focus, sharp as a blade. She doesn't turn, doesn't flinch. "Bloody hell," she breathes, her voice low and laced with venom. "Is it too much to ask for five minutes of peace?" The words hang in the…