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smash or pass with elijah mikaelson. | accepting

        "I'm sorry, but you simply aren't my type. I do understand the appeal, however. Sadly I must pass."

“I’m not worried about myself,” Bonnie admitted softly. “I’m rather worried for you. I got you, Damon.” A small smile curled her lips. “I can take care of myself, I’m a powerful witch, but thank you for concern. I really appreciate it.”

“I do care, of course I do. I always care,” she responded, gentle-voiced. Sometimes, I care too much, she thought. Sweet little Bonnie always caring for her friends, and people that were not even worthy of her attention. Compassion was a blessing, and curse at the same time.

“I do care for my friends, always…and you are friend of mine,” the little witch added with a soft simper. How bizarre it appeared: the town witch and lethal vampire as friends.

&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

“Oh, so you care about me? By attacking me, nearly killing me? If that’s your care, I don’t want any of it,” Bonnie burst out, enraged and disgusted. Did he think of her as a fool? She was no fool, and would not be treated as one. He had lied to her, deceived her, and she wouldn’t trust him ever again—not that she’d truly trusted him in the first place, but somehow least believed his words.

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself. Please, do me the favor, and stay away from me. I don’t want anything from you. Your apology has been heard, but I don’t forgive you.” She affirmed, brusque, and being not able to remain in his presence, she exited the scene at once, wordlessly.

Bonnie giggled, evidently humored by Damon’s abrupt confession; a bright smile crossed roseate tiers. Is he drunk? Or is she dreaming? Either way, she is delighted.

“Hear, hear. Are you sure about that? Don’t think you’ll be annoyed with my witchy juju for every day and after?” The short witch teased with a playful smirk, arching a brow in challenging fashion.