Feb 9, 2020
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❛ i will answer any questions you need me to , elena. i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you any of this before... but i rather have you as a friend than not in my life at all. ❜
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@paetrova liked for a starter. ❣️
❛ i will answer any questions you need me to , elena. i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you any of this before... but i rather have you as a friend than not in my life at all. ❜
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❛ oh katrina... did you really think you were going to get far ? ❜
you just don't know when to stop. / elena to damon!
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Damon’s head tipped slightly to the side the moment the words left her mouth, and he stared at her like she had just said something profoundly irritating. His eyes narrowed and he shot her a glare.
“That’s right.” he mused flatly, not even attempting to deny it. “I don’t know when to stop,” he continued, voice laced with that Damon-like defiance. “And I won’t. Not until I get what I want.”
His brow lifted slightly, a knowing look into his expression as he looked her over. “You wanna know whatthe funny thing is,” he asked, “I know that’s what you want too.” Damon let out a short scoff under his breath, shaking his head once.
“You’re just too damn stubborn to admit it.”
❛ everyone i've ever loved has either left or died. ❜ / from elena to stefan!
🐝 * ― 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮/𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. accepting
There was no instinct to correct her. No urge to rush in with optimism. He knew better than that. He knew what it was to catalogue loss until it became a pattern instead of an exception. He knew what it was to start loving people with the underlying expectation that one day you would be standing alone in the aftermath of it.
His palms framed her face, gently, thumbs brushing the soft line beneath her eyes and he tilted her chin up just enough so she had to meet his gaze.
There was something in his expression then, a shared language neither of them had ever wanted to learn.
“I know,” he said quietly.
His thumb traced a faint arc along her cheekbone, grounding himself as much as her. He could feel the weight behind her words, the way they weren’t dramatics but data and evidence gathered over years of funerals and goodbyes and empty spaces at dinner tables.
“I know what it does to you,” he continued, voice steady but softer than usual. “It makes you wait for the exit. Even when no one’s heading toward it.” His jaw tightened briefly, because there were a thousand ways he related to that sentence, and none of them were hers to carry.
“But I’m not everyone,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
i wasn't born to follow you, or anyone else. / katherine to damon!
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐓 𝟏. accepting
“Maybe not,” Damon said, voice low, steady in a way that felt stripped of all his usual theatrics. “Maybe you weren’t born to follow anyone.”
His eyes lifted fully to hers then, and whatever mischief usually lived there had faded. What replaced it was unguarded and ppen in a way Damon rarely allowed himself to be.
“But I was born to follow you.”
There was no hesitation when he said it. No shame either. If anything, there was a strange kind of peace in the admission, like surrendering to gravity instead of fighting it.
His eyes traced her face slowly, reverently, as if committing every detail to memory even though he already knew it by heart. The love in his expression wasn’t boyish infatuation or fleeting obsession. It was deep devotion.
“You could walk into fire,” he murmured, softer now, stepping just a fraction closer. “And I’d still be right behind you… not because you asked me to be.”
A small breath left him, an almost fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“But because it’s you.”
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don’t look at me like that. / elena!
if only he could tear her from his thoughts. if only he could stop watching, stop caring, stop aching. damon would have done it long ago. but he couldn’t. since the moment he returned back home . . . every breath, every decision, every path he took curved inevitably back to her. the vampire tried to keep his distance but failed to do so. they went through it all : there was confusion, understanding, a friendship, perhaps. but also frustration, anger, little fights. trust . . . and suddenly, no trust at all. he cared for her, more than he’s supposed to, more than he’ll ever admit out loud but god, he cared for her. ‘’like what?’’ he replies back instantly, his dark eyes filled with a certain desire fixated upon her and only her. step is taken, closer to her, taking her in. ‘’like what, elena?’’ oh, he’s playing with fire and both know it. he’s testing her, challenging her. a wicked game it is but he’s had enough of it.
❛ get the hell away from me. ❜
it was just another evening, another fancy party his parents decided to organize. damon couldn’t decide what was worse: the clearly depressed state of his parents’ marriage, or the blonde and wealthy girl his father hired to keep his son occupied. his thoughts drifted to katherine more often than not, but as the night wore on, more drinks poured, his guard slipped and he began to loosen up. he became so absorbed that he lost track of time and forgot about his date with her. one person in particular enjoyed the sight of it and decided to make things even worse by inviting her. his father had sworn to do everything he possibly could to keep katherine away from damon. and so he tried, fully aware of the consequences but he didn’t care. the room was crowded, packed with family & friends. their voices echoing like ghost against the walls, laughter rose in bright, jarring bursts that made his skin crawl. the blonde girl, her name long forgotten, held onto him with desperate familiarity. way too close, a closeness that feels less like affection and more like a trap. and oh, a trap it was indeed. there she was: those wide, unblinking eyes locked straight into his own. and in that frozen heartbeat, he knew: he’d fucked up. he steps away, dark eyes fixated on the girl he cares about, closing the distance. everyone around him vanished away - everyone but her. ‘’what are you doing here?’’ utter confusion, but also regret. just the sight of her brought him back to reality. ‘’sorry … tonight - it wasn’t supposed to go like this.’’ get the hell away from me. he understands her anger. her frustration. he reaches out, fingertips around her wrist, bringing her closer to his chest. ‘’don’t go. let me explain. please.’’
i love the mun, she’s lovely and special and sweet and kind and a light in this cold, cruel world. 💕
i’m not crying, you are. pffft. i love you so much and this is so cute and kind and djhsdbbdhs wow!!
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