#feathersandfun

//Honestly, I haven’t interacted with a lot, but I’ll try my best to remember. I promise.

Alright you little shit with all your symbols here we go.

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

[text sent at 12:43 PM]: Cam we still on for the bar tonight? I’ve had a hell of a week.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

Entry dated July 15th, 2013

I did it again. Lost control, fell off the wagon, became a bloodaholic. All my “friends" did was scold me, try and talk me back. That shit gets annoying real quick. So I left. Drove for a few hours and ended up at a little bar in the middle of nowhere.  That’s where she comes in.

Cam. A pretty young woman who ended up kicking my ass back and forth across the alleyway when I tried to feed on her. She could have killed me. She should have killed me. Part of me wishes she had killed me. But she didn’t. She’s the reason I’m home now. The reason I’m letting Damon, Elena and Caroline attempt to help me. 

…I wonder if I’ll ever find her again.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

"Cam, if you honestly can’t see why straight up whiskey is better than your fruity little drinks then I don’t think we can be friends anymore."

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

Emptiness. That’s how he felt inside when some random angel had stopped by and gave him the news. Gone. His first friend since Lexi that hadn’t judged him right from the get go. Who had taken him, baggage first and stayed with him through it all. 

He’d cried. Separated himself from the town and just let out a mass destruction of anger, betrayal and heartbreak. By the time Damon had found him, his room was destroyed and he was just sitting by the window staring out into nothing. He wasn’t meant to find happiness. It always got taken away from him in some shape or form.

☾: It’s in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do? 

Jolting awake, Stefan looked over to the sleeping form next to him. She was safe, alive, and curled into his side like nothing had happened. He’d dreamed she’d left. Came to her senses about their friendship and tore him down, left him in pieces. 

Taking a few calming breaths he didn’t need, Stefan lied back down and turned to her, smiling appreciatively. His best friend was still with him. That was all the confirmation he needed to drift back to sleep.

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

Going by their game of seduction, They are tied at 1-1 and in the process of another round.

✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how’ll my muse ever thank them?

Being attacked randomly by a group of angels was not fun. He hadn’t even done anything, hadn’t known they were there. Apparently just being a vampire was enough to be punched in the face. He owed Cam. Again. How many times would he owe her for life changing moments? She’d called them off, practically glowing with grace as she stood in front of him. One of the most beautiful sights Stefan had ever seen. 

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[X] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] YES.

[X] Why Not. 

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[X] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[X] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

16. Neck Kiss

He may have been a little buzzed. Three bottles of whiskey and shot after shot of vodka would do that to a vampire. They had started their game again, starting with her random looks and knee bumps, and somehow she had ended up on his lap in the corner of the bar. 

She was flushed, a bit embarrassed that he had pulled her over but too proud to admit it, and still attempting to make him admit defeat. He would retaliate to anything she said by running his hand along her side or whispering something particularly dirty in her ear and the reactions she would give made him smile all the more. She was becoming better at masking her face though and that just would not do in his book.

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Adrianna Skye Salvatore

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Black hair, green eyes

Personality: Quirky and fun. Loves to be surrounded by friends and family. Has a tendency to let her emotions control her. 

Special Talents: Nephilim.

Who they like better: Stefan

Who they take after more: Camael

Personal Head canon: When feeling particularly down, Stefan sings her the lullaby his mother sang him.

Yeah, want some?

SAVE FERRIS hmmm haven’t you already done a meet the mun video?