#magicfought

she’s not really one for making new friends. she has bonnie and elena and stefan and that’s about all she needs, really. and with how things are going in mystic falls, it’s about all that she can handle as well. but the blonde looks so lost as she sits there. and she might not have the best reputation for being warm and fuzzy with new people, but she does know what hopelessness looks like when it’s staring her right in the face. caroline stares at the girl for a moment before she sighs, picking up her basket of fries and moving to slip into the chair across from her, setting the order of fries between them. “here.” she pushes the basket towards her a bit, “it helps. greasy food mends broken hearts, my mom taught me that.”

░░░░░░ ☾ panic is tough and terrible, and yet alice’s fear is nothing compared to the fright on lily’s face. “it’s alright.” lily whispers softly, gently, like a child trying to placate a lamb. the water of the bath is tinged red with blood. “you’re safe now.” she pushes stray strands of hair away from alice’s face. “you were in a fight. the others are coming back soon. frank will be here soon.” she adds, thinking it may help, even though she doesn’t know the first thing about frank besides him being the head boy in her second year.

disgust ran through him, anger flowing through his body like blood. it had been four months exactly since the war, && despite his family being on intense watch && everything in his life literally going to s h i t -- he found himself here, at daphne’s stupid party.  why was he here? well, she begged. she begged in the sort of way that was almost pathetic, && he refused to let her make him feel like dirt for skipping her party. she was simply trying to move forward, something they all should be doing. but not him -- no, he couldn’t move on. the past events plagued him, weighed him down, weakened him in every which way. to be frank -- he wasn’t himself.  standing alone, he watched as his friends && housemates mingled, internally, he was in agony -- though his exterior said otherwise. he seemed cool && collected, minding his own business. pale eyes skim over to the person beside him, noting they seemed equally uninterested in the party. with a sigh, he figured striking up conversation could make this a bit less unbearable.  “ you’re daphne’s little sister, aren’t you?                  you seem quite bored for the hostess’s family.                                are the mini quiches not to your liking ?? ” his tone was rather dry, though he was joking with her -- well, at least he hoped it came across that way. he had been a bit numb lately to really partake in joke telling (( forgive him for being rusty )). 

@magicfought​ said:‘ i wouldn’t have changed a thing . i need you to know that . ’      (    *   & .   —   THE  HAUNTING  OF  HILL  HOUSE  SENTENCE  STARTERS

bruce doesn’t look at her. “you’re upset. i see that.” his hands fist on the dining chair. all she can see is his back, shoulders stiff, covered in a suit worth thousands of dollars. zee is slipping out from between his fingers, brows turned down in a dark look. he tries to find the right words - to tell her she shouldn’t be angry, or that he understands, or that she shouldn’t walk out the door.