― ❝Seeing ghosts isn’t exactly normal.❞| #Preciosa | 21 | The Vampire Diaries || Qui videt mortuos. || 21 |

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❛ πš’ πšŒπšŠπš— 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πšπš‘πšŽπš– β€” πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 πšπš˜πš—β€™πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπšŽ. ❜ π‰π„π‘π„πŒπ˜ π†πˆπ‹ππ„π‘π“. hunter of the supernatural; ghost-seer; protector of mystic falls; tvd rp; 21 ; canon au betrayal; ships on chemistry; #Preciosa🏹

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Replying to @FierceVivacity
@FierceVivacity Jeremy leaned casually in the doorway, watching his aunt for a moment before speaking. β€œPlease tell me you’re not about to give me another β€˜responsible life choices’ speech.” A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. β€œBecause I’m still recovering from ―
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β€œWho here actually remembers what this town was like before everything went crazy?”
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β€œIf you’ve got enemies in Mystic Falls, you’re not alone.”
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β€œQuick question for the vampires around here… are you behaving?”
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β€œIf something supernatural is causing trouble tonight, I’d like to know about it.”
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β€œSomewhere out there, something’s watching Mystic Falls tonight. I’m watching back.”
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β€œRule one of hunting: stay quiet. Rule two: don’t miss.”
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β€œI didn’t ask to become a hunter. But someone has to deal with the monsters.”
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β€œVampires, hybrids, witches… Mystic Falls really knows how to attract trouble.”
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β€œBeing a hunter doesn’t mean you stop caring. It just means you learn to pull the trigger anyway.”
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β€œI used to be the kid everyone protected. Now I’m the one holding the crossbow.”
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β€œEveryone thinks the monsters are the problem. Sometimes it’s the people.”
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β€œFunny thing about seeing ghosts… You never really get used to it.”
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β€œSome people outgrow Mystic Falls. Some of us are stuck protecting it.”
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:|| Solo: #VelvetKnife Rome never slept. It whispered. The sound of a thousand deals struck in shadows, of footsteps echoing down alleys slick with secrets, of promises written in blood. To most, it was noise. To Valentina Moretti, it was a symphony β€” and she was its
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only once. β€œRemember,” she said, her voice calm as a prayer and sharp as a blade, β€œI do not forgive twice.” Then she was gone, her shadow spilling into the hallway like a veil. The man sat frozen, alive β€” but marked. Rome was full of predators. But in this city, only one
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