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PINNED POST  ;   independent  &  highly  selective  JEREMY  GILBERT  of  cw’s  the  vampire  diaries  (  penned  by  jenna  )

        arms  covered  in  goose  pimples  enter  the  warmth  of  the  jacket  sleeves ,   the  zip  pulled  up  as  high  as  it  would  go.    “ didn’t  tyler  say  that  there  was  another  house  nearby ? ?   some  bullcrap  about  it  been  where  the  ‘ staff ’  serving  the  lockwoods  would’ve  stayed  back  in  the  dark  ages.  it  can’t  be  too  far  from  here. ”          it’d  have  to  be  close  considering  they  had  one  jacket  between  them ,   and  jeremy  would  probably  be  the  one  to  end  up  with  frostbite.  a  real  modern  day  jack  and  rose  sharing  a  raft ,   minus  the  TRAGIC  LOVE  STORY.

        “ come  on , ”      she  says ,   reaching  down  for  the  discarded  beer  can  and  working  a  finger  beneath  the  ring  pull ,   resulting  in  a  satisfying  ‘ h i s s ’.    as  she  walks ,   she  takes  deep  gulps  of  beer  to  soothe  her  throat  and  rinse  out  the  taste  in  her  mouth ;   creating  fresh  prints  in  the  snow ,   which  had ,   prior  to  their  arrival ,   been  unblemished.  save  for  a  few  animal  tracks.  most  of  them  small ,  as  though  belonging  to  squirrels  or  birds ,   but  some  seemed  larger  —–    &&  clawed ,   like  wolves.

There was such a thing in this life as being stuck between a rock and a hard place .  The rock was the merciless blizzard that had weather men across state wincing at their on-screen diagrams and that hard place ,   that was Tyler Lockwood .   Jeremy stood on the porch steps pulling down the sleeves of his shirt as if ribbed - cotton would defend from the flurry and     HEADED NOSE FIRST INTO THAT ROCK .

“ Wait up -- ”           he called after his best friend ,   swiping the beer from her grasp like a practiced line - backer making the steal .   He knew of the property she had in mind ,   he’d read about it in a sticky brochure he’d found in the cable car that she’d refused to touch .           “ --- You’re right ,   It’s not far --- uh --- ten minutes ,   maybe ? ”           wishful thinking from the guy in the  t-shirt .

He swigged from the can and passed it back to her ,   pausing to examine the prints           “  --- hey ,   you remember that movie we saw last weekend ?   With the Martian ?  –  weird huh ? ”           he  jested ,   raising his flashlight from the   ‘ MARTIAN TRACKS ’   spotting  the lodge ahead           “ – I guess we made it ,   Lil . ”

dreaded loud thumps of voices and music echoed were entertaining though an experience she lacked through the centuries. blue orbs glanced towards the crowds ; tinted lips curled upwards, jovial upon her features with an odd sense of the high school experience she wished for. clicks of her heels away from the world wind of high schoolers unaware of the rest. mindfulness of her brother’s unrelenting manners upon anyone she had fallen for. syllables never uttered ; the facade of doubting lives upon the spark they held together. halt near the crowd, until her sight stopped upon the brown hues she knew. his expression never failed to cause her smile to grow yet it was after all a hidden bond. his steps halted prompted her glance towards his pesky sister. a nonchalant movement towards the keg, small times bump towards the other purposely. ‘ you should watch where you’re going. ’ a tone which kept up what others perceived, yet an overcast of a tenderness lingered on her features hidden away from the doppelgänger’s view before she walked towards the keg for a drink.

When their shoulders collided ,  his beer lurched within the cup ,  it swayed from one side of the plastic to the other before settling below a covering of fresh foam .          “ whatever . ”         The comment was lost in the sounds of the festivity but he’d put money on the fact she’d heard him .

Jeremy weaved in and out of the attendees like the digitised snake on Nokia’s classic game .  He made it to the porch and stood in silence ,  drinking his beer and revelling in the closest he’d been to peace in forty-five minutes .  Through one of the four-paned windows he could see the partygoers ,  guzzling alcohol and throwing shapes to overplayed music as though their very lives depended on it .  HELL , MAYBE THEY DID .

at seven thirty he’d been physically hauled from the house by elena ,  by eight he was on his third cup of punch ,  each serving had been further diluted with cut-rate vodka causing the once over sweetened beverage to taste more like paint stripper than cherry soda .

since his arrival at the dance he’d stood on the side lines ,  eyeballing the crowd like a kid hooked on finding waldo in his infamous striped sweater .  when he finally saw her ,  that paint stripper rose in the back of his throat in an acidic upsurge of horror .  SHE WASN’T ALONE .

private  &  selective  JEREMY GILBERT  of cw’s the vampire diaries .   mun is crossover ,  multi - muse  &  oc friendly --- come fite me . 

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             EYES  SHUT  MOMENTARILY,  HUFF  OF  AIR  THREATENING  TO  ESCAPE  PAINTED  LIPS,  CAGED  BETWEEN  HER  TEETH  —  she  clearly  had  a  type,  a  running  joke  with  the world  to  remind   her  of  a  failure  she could never forget,  haunting  her  wherever  she  went  ;  innocent-looking  face  to  go  along  with  that  odd  sense  of  innocence  that  was  retained  despite  his  job  —  A  HUNTER  (  she  could  smell  it  on  him.  )  And  those  puppy  dog  brown  eyes.  Of  course.  Nursing  her  own  drink,  she  watches  him  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye,  waiting  for  the  moment  to  quietly  slip  away.  This  time,  she  does  sigh,  angry  at  what  she  knows  she’s  going  to  do  next,  but  already  in  motion  to  do  so  anyway.  ❛  To  being  blind  enough  to  think  this  place  was  as  good  as  any  for  a  drink.  ❜  Words  are  dripped  in  sarcasm  as  she  smoothly  takes  the  seat  next  to  his.  ❛  Wise  choice  on  the  peanuts  there  but  I  wouldn’t  be  so  quick  in  downing  that  drink  either.  ❜  She  provides  him  with  a  light  shrug  as  if  to  prove  she  doesn’t  care.  ❛  Just  a  thought.  ❜  

he glanced over his left shoulder as she approached ,  his face displaying a hangdog grin and his eyes lit with excitement        “  something like that.  ”        when she sat ,   he turned to face her        “  so you come here a lot ?   --   ”      he closed his eyes ,  embarrassed by his own choice of opening .    men across the globe would be raising a glass for their fallen brother in his novice attempt at communicating with the opposite sex        “  I uh – I just mean you seem to know the place. ”        A SAVE ?  PERHAPS .    he glanced at his beer ,    atop of the usual cloud-like foam there was a pinguid scum ,     not dissimilar from the filth one would expect to find on stagnant puddle        “  – right . ”        he swallowed thickly ,    somewhere deep within his gut that beer wanted out ,      his stomach churned as though he’d gone four rounds on the drop tower at the mystic falls summer fair ,    he swallowed again and admitted defeat        “ I uh --- excuse me -- ”        he disappeared from the bar at a comical speed ,    just managing to make the men’s room before vomiting a stomach full of foulness .    whatever save he might’ve made earlier was certainly void now .

      irritated  at  first  by  his  swift  rescue  of  her  hair ,   soothed  by  gratitude  that  she  would  not  need  to  reenter  the  house  caked  in  vomit.  tyler  would  have  LOVED  that ,   and  ‘ the  apple  doesn’t  fall  too  far  from  the  tree ’  would  no  doubt  be  the  most  prominent  thought  in  everyone’s  minds.    “ n o , ”    she  argues ,   bubbling  with  stubborn  defiance  —-      a  trait  she  was  proud  to  have  inherited  from  the  women  in  her  family.  not  even  the  biting  frost  teamed  with  the  fact  that  she  hadn’t  thought  to  grab  a  coat  on  the  way  out  could  make  her  want  to  go  inside  yet.

      “ i’m  not  going  back  in  there , ”    she  says ,   blue  eyes  watery  from  the  force  of  throwing  up.    “ i  won’t  —- ”    ( can’t )       “ not  yet. ”      stepping  around  the  vile  sludge ,   she  ventures  down  the  slippery  steps  of  the  porch  and  further  out  into  the  wild ,   stopping  just  short  of  the  dense  forest  edge.  the  back  of  her  hand  swipes  across  her  lips ,   the  taste  in  her  mouth  unpleasant  to  say  the  least.        “ you  go  inside , ”   she  calls ,   not  turning  to  look  at  him.  not  needing  to.  knowing  beyond  any  doubt  that  he  is  still  standing  there ,   watching  —-    waiting.      “ if  you  want.  i’ll  be  okay. ”

they stood on the porch ,      battered by the snow like dandelions in the wind .      jeremy wore a black hooded jacket   –   the shape of which distorted by an unopened beer can weighing down his right pocket ,     he tugged his hood up over his head and watched.

the front of the lodge was dressed with high shrubbery ,     the kind that was squarely pruned by an underpaid gardener ,      in front of that wild open fucking nature .      something moved within the trees ,      it weaved from one naked sapling to another .      instinctively jeremy edged forward ,      eyes narrowed in a bid to see through the blizzard but all he saw was sweeping , empty forestry .      he realised Lily had spoken and relaxed        “  – huh? ”         he put down the  ‘ sighting ’  to night blindness and stepped towards her ,       realising what she’d said           “  --- yeah  ‘cause that’s gonna happen  –  hey ,      come here. ”          he tossed his pocketed beer aside ,      surrendering his jacket and only source of warmth to lily .      he draped it around her shoulders .     “ where we going ? ”