ʷᶤᵗᶜʰ⁻ʷᵒᵐᵃᶰˑ

❝    deal’s   off   if   you   think   about   crossing   me   or   my   own   .  ❞   she doesn’t say this because she feels as though she can’t trust the other, she says it to secure the proposal - to intimidate, mostly. she needed as many allies as possible and in order to find any significant change in the population here, she needed eyes everywhere. a poise of her chin, head tilting with dignified authority. she speaks once more, although there’s a gentler approach - encouragement met in a warm question. ❝    in  the  meantime   ,   i’m   an   open   book   -   what  do   you  need   to   know  ?  ❞

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 3:23 ]  i changed my mind[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 3:23 ] i’ll take you up on that offer[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 3:30 ]  but i need those herbs by tonight. please.

❝    you’re   right   ,  damon   -   the  chaos  and  death   that   you  brought   to   me   and   to  every  single   person   i   loved   was   the   highlight   of   my   life   .   of  course   i  know   that   you   want   something   ,  you’re   damon   salvatore  .  and     if   you   don’t    get   what   you  want  ,   you   skip  town  and   don’t   bother   to  call  up   anyone  for   years   .   you’re   not   as    unpredictable  as   you   think  you   are   ,   or   as   brave   .   ❞   tongue is sharper now - she wonders if he notices that there’s a shift in her character, a dramatic shedding of skin. here she has sliced away at the weaker, softer parts of the old bonnie bennett - replaced it with self-preservation and a cynicism that runs deep. thank kai parker for that lesson learned : in order to avoid being stabbed in the back is to be the one always holding the knife, no matter what pleading words fall out of pretty devils’ lips. she’s unsure if she likes this identity ; the thicker pads of her feet, the less hours of sleep, the stuttering of pulse at every loud, unexpected noise. she feels an eerie sensation of godliness forming inside of her, causes her to be haunted by hallucinations and hears too many whispers of the dead - lineage seeping through her body like she was wet linen. death, after all, had claimed her many times - forced her to look at herself through the veil of time and existence, made herself look more immortalized, untouchable. she thinks if she focuses on toughening the ribs around her chest, then maybe her heart can stop breaking. maybe, if she is stronger now, there will be no more aching emptiness, no more loneliness that roars in her eardrums when she sits on the floor and prays. there’s a slight sting in her chest and she’s confused with the translation : the anger is both directed at damon and because of him, yet there is a gentle throbbing in her head and she knows that it’s mostly made up of relief and resentment. she thinks about burning him up, melting his flesh off, breaking all his bones and relentlessly banning any healing to commence. it is an impulse, an aggressive facade of her own protection, yet she stills momentarily - his words creaking through her mind and settling there with an uneasiness. brows furrowing as her eyes narrow, a jolt of her spine as she faces him fully - attention immediately focused only on him and the lack of coldness he carries, so unlike the familiar vampire nature she had come to know. mouth goes dry and there’s a thudding of her pulse in her ears, she hates this part - the realization that things are changing once more and all her habitual facts are in a disarray, in ruins. she bites down on the tip of her tongue, a flurry of emotions for seeing her best friend again - her sister, her soul mate. the dread follows quickly, ancestors whispering in the back of her head the warnings and the guidelines of resurrection. a hushed out answer, although there is a softening in her voice - yet don’t be fooled,  forgiveness is still very much not on the offering table.   ❝   if  she’s   back   ,  that   means   that   something   had   to   have   been   exchanged   -   there’s   a   price   for   everything   .     you’re   human   ?     how   ?   when   ?     ❞

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 5:43 ]  girl that hottie you went home with tho , sign me up if he has a twin[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 5:43 ] message me in the morning xoxo[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 5:44 ]  be safe 😉

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 12:54 ]  i can’t stop thinking about him, damon.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 12:54 ]  i can’t live without enzo. i can’t.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 1:23 ]  i need you here. i can’t be alone in this house. please

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 5:49 ]  i hate you. i’m adding you back only for elena.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 5:49 ]  ten years. ten years without a text. without a phone call.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 6:00 ]  would have been better if you had died with everyone else.

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 7:08 ]  you’ve been letting your emotions dictate your magic. [ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 7:09 ]  you are your magic, you control it - nothing and no one else does.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 7:09 ]  keep practicing, breathe, focus. i believe in you.

❝    it’s  me   -   figured   i’d   find   you   out   here  .   ❞   response is eerily distant, she feels as though she’s sleepwalking through time - another day passing, another endless amount of questions unable to be answered. she’s been growing impatient, erratic, restless - sleep evades her and slowly she begins the descent into mild insanity. as all bennett witches, the madness has always lurked in her bloodline. she’s thought of digging it out and replacing it with some optimistic charm, perhaps even look for a new romantic interest - but food tastes dull and water seems lukewarm. slender palm slides along the trunk of a birch tree, the bark nipping at her flesh, but otherwise reminding her just how anchored she is to the earth. she murmurs her next reply, brows furrowing and a sense of urgency roughening each syllable. ❝    any   new   ideas   on   getting   everyone   out   of   here   alive   and   with   their   bodies   all   intact   ? ❞

❝    sorry   ,    i’m   sort   of    looking   for   someone   ...   ❞   the lie is immediate, rolls off the tongue without hesitation. there are newly improved survival instincts of the witch and she uses them carefully, flawlessly floating between camouflaged prey and just another face in the crowd. the noises are loud and unpredictable here, the muscles in her stomach contract and release - trauma is a difficult thing to shake and she’s terrified that perhaps it too has become a part of her. lips are slowly curling upwards into a smile, she’s unwilling to let herself be viewed as cold or distant, but there’s a guarded expression in her face as her hand is outreached towards the other’s.  ❝   -   i’m   bonnie   ,   by   the   way  .   good   luck   on   the   game   .    ❞

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 6:00 ]  every family has its issues. yours  is just …. a little more complex [ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 6:00 ]  i’m not excusing them for anything. i’m not forgiving them.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 6:34 ]  but you’re kind and compassionate - nothing like them. you might change my mind someday.

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 7:22 ]  i mean it , will[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 7:22 ]  ten pm at the latest[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 7:23 ]  or i’ll send out a manhunt for my niece  😂😂

❝    there’s   always   a  loophole   ,   i  can   keep   digging  for   one   -   something  to   help   her   leave   when   she   wants   to   .   some   sort  of   barrier   stopper  ,   or   at   least   a   temporary   bridge  .   ❞   the exhaustion doesn’t leak into her reply, but there is a flurry of hand motions as she runs her fingers through her hair. there’s a half-eaten sandwich by her and an empty coffee mug - on the tabletop there’s a few books opened as well as multiple yellow pages of a slowly decomposing notebook. there is a determination about the bennett witch : when she says she’ll help, she helps. there’s no turning back, no turning on her own words. at his question, she shrugs lightly - smile is weak and small, but the eyes are avoiding his. a low chuckle, slender hand smoothing out a wrinkled up page. ❝    surviving   -   full   time    gig   ,   i   guess   .    ❞

❝     just   relax  .   focus   on  my  voice  .  ❞   it’s a murky vision, cloudy and foggy - not quite fixated on one particular subject. she’s wondering what exactly she got herself into, especially with the level of nervousness and restlessness he seems to be exhibiting. a pause in her work, eyes flicker open and she’s studying him quite cautiously. there’s no threat he seems to hover over her, yet there is a fraction of unknown variables about his issue that she’s not keen on having at her front doorstep. his hand is let go and there’s a sliver of dread that is cold and demanding upon her spine, a similar shiver that she had experienced when there was a certain original hybrid problem in mystic falls. the cynicism blooms, fingertips tap loudly on top on the counter and there’s no softness to her voice. the question cuts through the air, impatient and serious - a sense of nobility has hardened her shoulders and there’s a look of disdain in her expression. ❝   -   what  happened   to   you    ?      ❞

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 11:45 ]  gotta be some way out of this[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 11:45 ]  always a loophole, right?[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 11:46 ]  another wine night soon, helps me sleep

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 5:34 ]  practice, that’s all you need, liz. you won’t lose control if you practice, if you have a steady focal point.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 5:34 ]  i won’t let anything bad happen to you, i won’t let you do anything bad to anyone else.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 5:35 ]  same time next week?

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 7:09 ]  it’s going to work out, care[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 7:09 ]  no drama, no crazy little damon schemes, no ex-boyfriends popping up. just one girl’s night, i promise.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 9:54 ]  whoever this is, delete my number.