#anchorskept

THE SOCIALITE AND THE broken boy knew they weren't supposed to be together in public but here they were, in the dark, secluded corner of the master theater enjoying a show in each other's company. they had to stick to the shadows just in case anyone they knew happened to attend the same performance as they were but they wanted to be together no matter where they were. the music was loud and the performance on the stage was hypnotizing but not enough for dan and blair. they were completely focused in one another, not the show. his hands were holding her face with his fingers buried gently into her temples, letting his lips mold naturally with hers. first their kisses were soft and slow until blair's hands began to explore his body more than they ought should be in such a public place. but, they were in a dark corner, so they were safe... right ? he smiled into their kisses, one hand roaming down from her hand and traveling to her thigh, fingers curiously wandering underneath her skirt. he wanted all of her; right here and right now. every sane, contempt thought had flown out the window and he was engulfed in her energy and endless beauty. he was breathing heavy against her lips when he pulled back just barely to whisper, ❛ let's get out of here. i need you, blair. ❜

[ 📲 text: ] is that so? [ 📲 text: ] what are you thinking about exactly? [ 📲 text: ] don't keep everything to yourself, elena.

[ 📲 text: ] me? beg? blair, it's like you don't know me at all [ 📲 text: ] i won't believe it until i see it [ 📲 text: ] so, i guess i'll keep the door unlocked for you...

HE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS. he didn't deserve to have someone love him as unconditionally as elena did. she was so forgiving and compassionate... even when he would lose control of the blood lust that consumed him from the inside. he knew the dire circumstances they were under; he was deeply wounded and the danger that surrounded them was imminent. she needed his protection and the only way that could be possible was if he was at his full strength. she offered him his blood and as hesitant as he was to feed on her, there was no choice but to do just that. he took her wrist and fed lightly but soon his hunger started to speak to him in volumes. when she snapped him out of it, he pulled back with blood spilling down his chin. ❛ elena, i'm ----- i'm so sorry... ❜ he trailed off, voice hoarse as he choked up. but instead of being afraid of him or running away, she took his hand and placed a gentle kiss upon his knuckles. that was something stefan hadn't expected. he wouldn't have blamed her for fleeing from him but she had done the opposite; accepting him and being here for him in his time of need. he watched her as she kissed his knuckles, completely speechless at the kindness he received from her. he was undeserving of it but he loved her the more for it.

“I ate breakfast.” Yesterday. A granola bar. It was fine and she’s not hungry right now. There’s still the threat of Kai to deal with, plus whoever was next. There was always someone next. But this is the first time in a long time she’s here, and alive, and not anchored to death. It’s a relief to just be Bonnie Bennett again. “It’s just weird getting back into the groove of things, okay?” 

“ HOW IS EVERYONE? “ she means the jtp, his family. everyone, even joanne. she’s not jealous, although, every part of her mentioning his new girlfriend’s name makes her want to throw up, but she isn’t jealous, not in a long shot. she’s happy, or trying to be.

            STEFAN COULDN’T BELIEVE HE had done this. he never thought he was capable of such betrayal but apparently he was capable of abandoning everything he believed was right when it came to elena gilbert. it was innocent; they were just burying the hatchet and catching up over a couple beers. well, those beers had turned into liquor and that liquor turned into more shots than he could recollect shooting. he couldn’t resist her last night and he was making up for it by feeling such painful remorse.        ❛      elena, that.... this can’t happen again      ❜   he told her, from the window, slipping his clothes back on and avoiding intense eye contact with her.         ❛      please, don’t tell caroline. i will myself. i owe that much to her...      ❜