even    in    the    deafening    dark,    he    could    still    hear    the    song    of    her    heartbeat.    or    maybe    it    was    just    another    imagenation.    a    song    he    reminded    himself    of.    no    longer    human    heart    -    replaced,    replaced,    replaced.    HEART    MADE    OF    STONE.    the    girl    he    met,    long    gone    now.    something    so    sinister    about    the    way    she    looks    at    him.    doe    eyes    full    of    longing,    lust.    and    desperation.    he    couldn’t    deny    the    fact    that    something    about    her,    her    process    of    transitioning    into    a    vampire,    it    triggered    him.    nonetheless,    he    did    feel    for    her.    this    was    something    she    never    wanted    to    be    part    of.    she    rather    died    in    that    damn    car    than    ever    returning    as    a    vampire.    the    consequences    of    love.    the    consequences    of    his    brother.    damn    fool,    for    not    saving    her.    damn    her,    for    being    so    compassionate.    NOW    THEY    BOTH    HAVE    TO    LIVE    WITH    THE    CONSEQUENCES.    dark    eyes    inspecting    her,    hand    reaching    out    and    fingers    intertwined    together.    a    sign    of    comfort.    ‘’    there’s    nothing    wrong    with    you.    ‘’    he    says,    another    statement.    one    he    needs    her    to    believe.    ‘’    we’ll    figure    out    a    way.    if    you    need    human    blood,    if    that’s    what    it    takes    for    you    to    SURVIVE    .  .  .    then    so    be    it.    ‘’    lips    pressed    together,    head    tilted,    not    letting    her    out    of    his    sight.    ‘’    you’ll    be    fine,    elena.    i’m    here    &    i    won’t    let    anything    bad    happen    to    you.    ‘’

@griefknown

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒, a dark brow raises at what she says & he feels as if he should say something. it’s not secret that kids are gonna do what they wanna do, that’s a known fact of the world since the dawn of time. however, as the older adult in this situation enzo feels some sense of responsibility. a moment passes where he stews on his words, where lips press together in a short moment of thought. ( what was she doing at this hole in the wall bar as it is ? she definitely doesn’t seem like she’s from these parts. ) ; ❛ now, ❜ southern accent draws out the ‘o’ , ❛ i’m not to sure ya should be drinkin’ anyhow, little lady. ❜ especially if she didn’t have someone to make sure she got home safe ! if need be, enzo knew he’d be the one to do it. if she asked or not. ❛ i usually don’t like-ta ruin someone’s fun, but you’re gettin’ a little unsteady on your toes. ❜ his arm moves to hang by his side, hand ready to outstretch & keep her on her feet. enzo tilts his head while big, brown eyes regard the other with an air of worry. ❛ if you wanna have-a ‘nother drink, well, that’s on you. but, you should know that i’ll be tha’ one drivin’ ya home. ❜ in this, enzo is serious.

"ʜᴇʏ﹐ ʏ·ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ʜᴇʀᴇ﹖ -- this place is startin' to give me the heebie-jeebies."

POST SURGERY ONE-LINERS./ @griefknown

   ❛ 죄송합니다. ❜  in his bewilderment he forgot to speak english.  ❛ sorry. ❜ he repeated.

   faintly glowing mismatched eyes took in the girl before her, clutching to whoever it was she had just killed. she crossed her arms in front of her chest, tilting her head to the side. he was a stranger to her, and yet she appeared to be in genuine distress.  ❛ why? he’s dead. there’s nothing to do about it now. ❜