DISCONTINUED!
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➤ in which a former allemey (ally-enemy) of the mikaelsons breaks the curse that was bestowed upon her, seeks to wreak havoc upon the petrova doppelgänger bloodline, and leaving them in chaos, ashes and blackness - and eager to...
roses and thorns, ivy and poison, beauty and destruction
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THE HIDDEN ANTAGONIST ONCE again sat at her table, in front of the class, sharply narrowing her eyes at the painting she had immortalised on paper.
the base was coloured white — a colour brooke had never liked anyways. to her, it seemed too bright, too shrill and too light, as if it was attempting to make itself seem something it wasn't. the supposedly pure colour didn't give the gift bearer the feeling of innocence and goodness, instead a strong emotion of falsehood and fraud.
and in addition, she thought the surface was... too colourful. too red. too... lively. it wasn't brooke's usual style, she preferred traditional art with profound background meanings and inspirational motives, but to remain the facade of the girl she had invented under the name of brooke springer, she had to do certain things to keep the identity persephone had taken upon herself.
the young, eighteen year old brooke springer, known as cassiopeia de beauclaire before, had taken the personality of the reserved, introverted, creative and taciturn artist, an aspiring writer and an excellent student with kind, caring friends and a mysterious, tragic past.
simply put, a teacher's pet who was still pretty popular somehow — or at least, in a popular friend group. her so-called friend group thought brooke to be guiltless and delicate, a tender and gentle soul with no bad intentions or malicious intent in her every action.
but they were wrong.
brooke was an outstanding actress, and an even more talented "friend". she had infiltrated their friend group, sticking to them like a parasite, had worked herself into their core and made sure everybody knew her, adored her and wanted to befriend her.
everyone loved her, of course they did.
they never look under the surface anyway.
with critical and sceptical eyes, brooke stared at the painting again. again, it wasn't her usual style — she really did prefer a pencil and an eraser rather than water colours, a brush and water.
"it looks gorgeous," a female voice, light-hearted and sweet, commented. "well done!"
brooke looked up abruptly, her long hair whirling behind her shoulders.
"caroline!" she smiled softly, greeting her as the blonde vampire sat down. caroline forbes was liz forbes' daughter, making her the daughter of Mystic Falls' sheriff.
