#ofdoeeyes

listen to the voice of wisdom ok

                                      hand dances across the paper as she recounts to her best friend, elena,  the wonderful adventures she has been on since departing from mystic falls. so terrified before to even step outside of its metaphorically locked gates, once she did, happiness had finally found her and had become an unlikely friend. of course, for it to stick, all ties to her life back in virginia had to be cut. and so she ripped the threads of commitment one day at a time until only two were left, the one’s tied to her best friends. she had promised to write to elena as she lay in a deep sleep, awaiting the day she could wake again. caroline didn’t expect for it to happen anytime soon, especially not when she was under the impression that bonnie was in excellent health.  she, herself, was practically invincible and so it was only natural for her to simply believe  or hope so were those whom she cared about. although, she had deeply cared about her mother and the woman still slipped through her tightly wound fingers. 

           get kisses from bellamy. not accepting. 

( thirteen: stomach kiss ) 

                          this day wasn’t getting ANY BETTER. of course she wanted to save finn — she did. but she also wanted to find a way to get the antidote without HURTING someone. somehow — bellamy didn’t really seem to care about that. he had been doing everything he could to get words out of that... person  ( he was HUMAN — yes, but his survival instincts seemed rather animalistic ).  but for now,   ‘ everything he could ’   had turned into torture, and every time the guy was hurt by one of her OWN PEOPLE, clarke couldn’t help but wince.

                          she’s now outside, trying to wash out a dark stain of blood from her shirt — she had to get the blood off her body — off her hands. and then she spots a familiar brunette — they had talked briefly after the landing. clarke tries to remember her name —-— elena.   “ hey — not really a good day today, huh? ”  she mumbles — trying harder to scrub. this. BLOOD. OFF.

                 honor and D U T Y, two very important standards that have been drilled into his mind ever since he was a young man. everyone in the kingdom, especially his father, expected him to uphold the crown’s name in a positive light. even though he acted out here and there, as boys do, he had done what his father and his subjects had wanted. until it came time for his and his brother, octaven’s, announcement of their betrothed. he was to marry princess anne, from france, while his brother was to marry the enchanting princess elena. from the moment he saw her, bellamy felt a connection. he was far more drawn towards her than his own fiancé. this was a problem, but bellamy was quick to think of a solution. at first he tried to ignore her and the feelings her presence stirred within him, but it was far too difficult to do so. instead, he came to her with a proposal.