#decdinside

             ❝ i  have  NO  IDEA  where  he  is,  i  haven't  talked  to  him  all  day. ❞  chocolate  brown  eyes  stared  towards  the  person  standing  in  front  of  her,  she  slowly  putted  a  lock  of  her  long,  brown  hair  behind  her  ear  and  shrugged.  elena  always  felt  like  people  were  u s i n g  her  to  get  information     -            not  because  she  knew  much,  but  because  everyone  likes  her  and  everyone  tells  her  stuff.  ❝ i  rather  be  alone  tonight,  to  be  honest. ❞

elena stared at stefan’s ceiling in the salvatore boarding house. it felt like she’d been laying there for hours, unable to drift off to sleep ( which was a COMMON problem with her these days ). she wasn’t sure why she ended up spending most of her nights here rather than at home in her own bed. maybe she felt safer here with damon. she’d been unable to pinpoint the exact feelings she was having for or towards damon over the past few weeks. they were new, and raw, and overall… just terrifying. and as she laid in the over-sized bed, the only thing she could think of is how she wished he was lying there next to her. but he was in his room, down the hall, and she was itching to crawl out of this bed and into his own. just to be closer to him was all she needed. did that make her a terrible person?

pulling the covers off of her, her feet slid onto the floor as she stood up. it had been a while since they had both gone to bed, he was most likely asleep. she made her way towards the door, turning the knob slowly and pulling it open. as she moved into the hallway, she could see his door was partially cracked, lights off and he was most likely sleeping. making her way down the hallway, her fingers fidgeted slightly- nervously. when she finally did reach his door, she paused, hesitating slightly before pushing the door the rest of the way open quietly. she could see him lying in bed, unsure if he was awake or asleep, chances were- he’d heard her the moment she got up. vampire hearing and all that. 

⸼ starter with @decdinside

                                     ˖⸼ portal para lalotai

*˖·. ⸼ 𓂃                                     isso era o que zilla considerava diversão. uma ilha repleta de monstros prontos para lanchar proles que estivessem desatentos. não conseguia nem esconder a animação, os olhos pretos brilhavam um pouco com a agitação que sentia. ❝ ── a primeira vez que vim aqui, os monstros já eram tão estranhos que breu parecia normal. ❞ contou. esperava pacientemente na fila para que acessassem o portal, não haviam muitas pessoas na frente de ambos, apenas três. ❝ ── sabia que existem mais monstros lá do que legados em tremerra? estatisticamente falando, seriam mais ou menos quinze para cada legado. não é incrível? ❞ a quantidade de informações que sabia sobre o local podia soar suspeita, mas a verdade é que por viver tanto tempo, tornava-se fácil acumular aquelas curiosidades. ❝ ── posso ser sua guia e te mostrar os cantos mais divertidos da ilha. ❞ mais uma tentativa de se aproximar de layla, não importava quantas vezes tentava, dava de cara na porta. os males do passado pelo visto não ficavam para trás; mas assim como um sonho recorrente, zilla sempre estava disposta a tentar comunicar-se com a princesa do submundo.

          muscles thank him as he stretches his arms above his head,   a yawn taking over his entire countenance   ------   almost causing him to misjudge how many steps were left on the stairs below him.   the burden ATLAS carries upon his shoulders has been lightened,   &   the relief has finally allowed him to get some much needed rest.   he ambles into the kitchen for a snack,   umber hues falling upon mer.   he didn’t even know she was home.   ❛   heard you caved,   got your job back.   how pissed was kepner?   ❜   it’s asked with a chuckle,   masked only by the crinkling of a bag of slightly stale chips he produced from the cabinet.