#dolket

the   ssǝuᴉʇdɯǝ   that   has   left   the   ˢʰᵉˡˡ   ᵒᶠ   ᵃⁿ   ᵉⁿᵗᶦᵗʸ   became   an   old   friend   .   it   was   a   burden   to   simply   existence   with   each   breath   feeling   numb   .      ̶n̶u̶m̶b̶      .   ʷʰᵉʳᵉ   ʸᵒᵘ   ᵉᵛᵉⁿ   ᵗʳᵘˡʸ   ᵃˡᶦᵛᵉ   ?   “   everyone   is   stupid   and   they   can’t   keep   up   .   i’m   literally   suffering   .   ”   you   were   a   master   of   uoᴉʇɔǝɹᴉpsᴉɯ   and   m͟a͟n͟i͟p͟u͟l͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟   .   a   specialty   that   made   you   proud   .   or   did   .   ʷᵃˢ   ʸᵒᵘʳ   ᵗᵃᶜᵗᶦᶜˢ      ̶d̶e̶a̶d̶      ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ   ˢᶦᵈᵉ   ʷᶦᵗʰ   ʸᵒᵘ   ?   “   i   just   came   to   the   realization   that   i   will   always   be   better   than   everyone   else   .   ”

   anxiety  is  rooted  deep  in  her  core  .       this  day  is  everything  her  mind  has  feared     &      her  body  had  prepared  for  .       becoming  the  tribrid  .       walking  to  her  room  ,      footsteps  heavier  than  ever  .        heart  is  pounding  slow  ,       as  if  it  knows  that  soon  it  will  cease  to  beat  .       the  day  was  good  ,       the  goodbyes  didn’t  feel  like  the  end  of  the  earth  .        she  just  wishes  she  could  see  her  family  .        her  aunts  and  uncle       . . .       her  parents   .        her  mind  is  quiet  ,      too  quiet  .       it’s  a  sacrifice  .      one  she  was  born  to  make  .

❝        why would you want to put yourself through something like that ?         ❞

this   feels   familiar   ,                     a   show   of   opulence   through   a   night   of   fine   attire   and   dancing.         many   parties   have   received   his   attendance   throughout   the   century,      none   so   closely   tied   to   the   enemy.         the   intentions   behind   the   hosts   reasoning   for   tonight   are   still   unclear.         his   intentions,            however,         remain         vengeful         in   nature.            guise   is   persistently   neutral   as   fingers   cling   to   a   champagne   glass.         the   burn   helping   to   curb         the   craving   for   blood.               he   takes   a   sip   as   others   move   towards   the   dance   floor.         elena   and   damon   come   into   view,         and   expression   shifts,         jaw   tensing.            even   through   the   numbness   he   portrays,      he   can   still   experience   pangs   of   jealousy.            gaze   finds   the   one   at   his   side,      his   date   for   tonight,         lips   forming   a   small   but   still   charming   smile.               “            would   you   do   me     the   honor     of   granting   me   this   dance?         “               glass   is   disregarded   on   a   passing   waiter’s   tray,         then   the   same   hand   is   offered   out   to   her   with   a   slight   bow.