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✧┈‧ʾ✧･ﾟ*.

❛⠀⠀✧⠀⠀◞ ⠀⠀ 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 ⠀┈⠀⠀⠀.

⠀⠀⠀⠀OH NO! MUST BE THE

⠀⠀⠀ SEASON OF THE WITCH.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‧ʾ✧･ﾟ*.┈✧

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‧ʾ✧･ﾟ*. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 ⠀&. ⋮  𝗺𝗮𝗲𝘃𝗮 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑀 𝑒 𝑟 𝑟 𝑦 ⠀𝐶 ℎ 𝑟 𝑖 𝑠 𝑡 𝑚 𝑎 𝑠

Holidays felt more like wastelands of time for the Coven. And a Christmas in Georgia made it no better. It was overwhelmingly hot and humid to Jackie that she felt that wearing a t-shirt was one-too-many. It also made it ridiculous for her to wear any of her billions of sweaters—her stable object. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸. A small chuckle lived in the vibrations off her half-cracked, peachy lips.

Jackie turned slightly to focus her brown hues onto her sister. She was for the first time in years, taking in all of her. She observed how the way the sun highlighted her loosely-curled chestnut brown. The way that her pale skin failed to absorb the razes of the sun, causing her cheeks to become flushed with hazes of pinks.

The bench they sat on was on the edges of the Mystic Falls' Graveyard, facing away from the Salvatore Boarding House and its nauseating decor. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. Her small hands slipped into the depths of her heat-absorbent jean jacket and placed a vanilla envelope on her sister's lap before turning her head slightly to gaze across the graveyard.

All that was written was:

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐑𝐀 𝟎𝟑𝐡 𝟏𝟏𝐦 𝟏𝟖.𝟗𝐬 | ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐃𝐞𝐜 +𝟎𝟏° 𝟏𝟖´ 𝟓𝟐.𝟗𝟗" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗘 𝗩 𝗔 - 𝗡 𝗜 𝗡𝗚   𝗦 𝗧 𝗘 𝗟 𝗟 𝗔

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With a swift clearing of her throat, she began to speak before she could meet the questioning gaze of her sister. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴.  𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.  

It was strange. She hadn't been like this since the absorption of her father—she hadn't been warm. So for the first time in a long time, she felt normal as if the malicious parts that she absorbed from her father were finally settling in with her pre-existing personality, making what she wanted to say to her sister, clearer.

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Richard Roxburgh and Kate Beckinsale in Van Helsing (2004)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‧ʾ✧･ﾟ*. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆 ~ 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘞𝘦 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏,

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔?

  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘞𝘦 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩,

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝘶𝘱.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉,

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯?  

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺,

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟.  𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑎, ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑎. 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟; ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠.

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