#bennettdiaries

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't. || No longer accepting

For someone with such power, you act like youre powerless to say no to your friends when they treat you like a magic bank. They drag you into things you don't want to be in, they've been the cause of your death a few times and yet you still pull up like its your job to suffer for them. You deserve better Bonnie. You're more than your magic and it's time everyone including you saw it.

"Why would you pick Elena of all people for a bestie?"

hit my line / accepting

It is late but of course, he is awake. He rarely sleeps, especially in times like these. He had hoped that things would go better, given all the work he had put into this. His home --- it is meant to be their home but currently his siblings are less than impressed with him, leaving him to roam the mansion like he is haunting it.

He stops when he hears the footsteps. They are light at first and his ear cocks to the side. Before he can get a real sense of things, he is at the door ripping it open. The smell of blood assails his senses.

A sentiment he understands completely. With a nod, Stefan takes a few steps closer and stands by Bonnie's side, supporting without getting in her space without her consent.

"No they can't." Stefan agreed, tone soft, nonjudgmental. "But sometimes we have to lose things to make room for new things. Things we didn't know we needed till they came to us. I've had a lot of experiences with losing to gain. Nothing ever replaces what was lost..."

His relationship with Damon comes to mind. The way he split in 1865 unable to handle his brother's spin out into full on Ripper. He had gained Lexi, but their relationship had never been the same. It was still strong, they still loved each other... but it wasn't the same anymore.

It's a sentiment Katherine can understand, deeply. Katerina? She might have fit in very nicely in the mystic falls gang. Katerina? The Salvatore boys might have fallen on their swords for her. Maybe Caroline and Bonnie would have risked everything for Katerina too.

But that version of her died a long time ago, and she had to turn herself into something that could survive her ever shifting and dangerous environment. She had to become Katherine Pierce.

Crossed arms fall as she lets out a long sigh.

"Welcome to the club, can I pour you a complimentary shot of bourbon?"

; — THE LOST BOYS PROMPT🩸

HONEYED gaze flickers up at the voice, syrup stained sneakers stepping out of the shadow into the STREET LIGHT. BLEACHED hair reflecting the glow like an ANGEL HALO, the pretty apples of her cheeks sparkling with a constellation of freckles. ‪

❝Sorry, darlin’,❞ ‬she murmurs, all SOUTHERN SWEET TEA. BARBIE PINK NAILS wave a HELLO KITTY lighter in hand before using the same hand to gesture at the unlit marlboro between her GLITTER GLOSSED lips. ‪

“No you won’t introduce me to your friend or no you won’t make me a new daylight right? I think mines broken.”