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her questions are a LITANY that falls on DEAF ears, each word DISTENDED with the kind of IRONY that protrudes from the syllables & tightens the throat. fingers clench to form fists as he narrows his gaze ( held steadily to the wall – he can’t seem to face her yet ) before veering her way. & he feels as if he’s STARVING, the CITIES between his ribs reduced to dust in the wake of her ignorance. but can he BLAME her? ignorance is surely BLISS, after all ( especially when it’s to the MONSTER drooling at your feet ! ). if only she knew how he understands, how he FEELS it in his bones. oh how he’d TEAR his own heart ( & anyone else’s !! ) out if it meant seeing her KEEP hers (& oh how she’d HATE him for it ! ). & it’s the SWELL of pain & bitterness that forces the syllables from his throat, caustic & corrosive as the bile that sits ( patiently ) beneath; it’s dismissive & biting, but it’s all he’s got left when looks at her with that ACHE in his chest. lips stretch to form a tight smile, the syllables sliding out slow and pointed.             ❝which is exactly why you’d do well to stay out of my way, elena. otherwise               who knows what i might do.❞ & the frightening reality of such words BOILS & FROTHS beneath the raillery at the surface.

Giving up? What? Did my best friend just speak of giving up? That’s not you nor us. There’s no ‘giving up’ in our dictionary.” Bonnie stated, while struggling to get rid of those thick ties. Elena and her were together tied up, the brunette’s back was pressed against hers. Grunting in annoyance, the redhead paused to think. If physical action wouldn’ help them out, a little bit of magic should do. Now, a spell had to cross her mind, one that would remove the ties around them. Think quick, Bonnie! 

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