#puresthearted

she   fixes   her   hair   as   she   jumps   out   of   the   car.               dark   circles   underneath   her   eyes   suggest   a   sleepless   night,      and   her   night   was   exactly   that.               with   new   vampires   in   town,      allison's   family   has   no   time   to   waste,      and   that   means.   .   .               allison   has   no   time   to   waste.               hands   shoved   into   the   pockets   of   her   leather   jacket,      steps   taken   towards   the   main   entrance   of   the   high   school.               features   portraying   nothing,      but   annoyance   with   the   mere   fact   she   has   to   be   there   until.   .   .               eyes   settle   on   a   familiar   figure.               unvoluntarily,      lips   are   drawn   into   a   smile   that   she   bites   back   before   anyone   can   notice,      especially   caroline.               but   as   she   walks   towards   elena,      eyes   notice   her   waving   at   stefan   salvatore   and   worry   overcomes   her,      a   twist   in   her   stomach   that   creates   a   need   to   scream,      protest,      protect   elena.               why   is   she   waving   at   him?               ❝      hey   stranger.      ❞               she   stands   right   in   her   line   of   view,      blocking   her   away   from   stefan.               if   elena   only   knew.   .   .               if   allison   could   tell   her.   .   .               ❝      walk   with   me?      ❞

better    creatures    could    love    her.    far    less    complicated    ones    and    able    to    grant    elena    the    life    that    she    wholeheartedly    deserved.    yet    marina    had    been    undeservingly    blessed    with    the    love    of    the    person    who    was    the    closest    to    an    angel    she    had    ever    come    across.    the    mermaid’s    entire    existence    was    bathed    in    blood,    heartache    and    an    everlasting    battle    against    spirits    of    darkness.    how    could    it    be    that    light    itself    chose    to    be    by    her    side?    it    felt    selfish    to    accept    it;    𝒕𝒐    𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆    𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂   of    all    marvellous    things    she    should    be    daily    granted    with.    ❝    and    i    love    you    too.    i’ve    only    loved    you,    elena.    you    must    know    that.    ❞    there’s    a    trembling,    brief    sigh    to    escape    salty    plump    lips.    head    tilting    gracefully    as    marina    at    last    makes    eye    contact,    gazing    into    chocolate    hues    with    undoubted    adoration.    ❝    i’ll    always    be    yours,    even    if    it’d    be    best    you    chose    not    to    be    with    me.    i    would    never    be    able    to    make    you    happy,    not    the    way    you    deserve.    ❞

@puresthearted​​​  :     💬

           ❛  look,  elena  ...  i’ve  done  things  in  my  past  that  i’m  not  proud  of.  things  that  haunt  me  every  day.  ❜  stefan  spoke  softly  as  he  gazed  at  the  brunette  who  stood  mere  feet  away.  ❛  i’m  not  a  hero  and  i’m  not  a  savior.  i’m  just  a  guy  trying  to  keep  his  demons  from  destroying  everything  around  him.  ❜

@puresthearted  /  one - liner starter call.

                  it   takes   her   a   moment   to   scan   the   room   in   an   attempt   to   find   something   —   rather   someone   —   before   rose   pulls   herself   together   &&   approaches   the   young   woman   she's   noticed,   sitting   down   right   in   front   of   her.      " oh.   hey.   'ello.   mind   if   I   keep   you   company ? "      a   broad   charming   smile   changes   her   features   right   away,   there's   some   sort   of   excitement   she   radiates,   even   though   it   might   look   a   little   awkward.   rose   loves   travelling   like   this   —   it   reminds   her   of   the   old   good   times   with   the   doctor.   those   days   are   gone   now,   but   she's   still   here   &&   she   can   be   whoever   she   wants   to   be.      " listen,   I   know   this   is   gonna   sound   crazy   but   I'd   really   appreciate   it   if   ya   help   me   out   with   this. "      she   leans   just   a   little   bit   closer   with   her   hands   folded   as   if   to   tell   something   other   people   should   not   hear.   there's   a   small   pause   &&   her   smile   does   become   awkward.      " what's   this   place ? "

HE’S SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR.  correction: he is lying wide awake on the floor, eyes fixed on the ceiling.  he’s exhausted to the core; every atom of his being is tired, mentally even more than physically.  but he can’t sleep.  he hasn’t been this close  &  far away from her in years,  simultaneously.  all he can hear is her breathing and the drum of his heartbeat:  too fast,  too irregular,  too precipitated.  both of them.  but she’s still sleeping ─  he knows she is,  he feels it.  HOW SAD.  even after all this time,  he knows her body well enough,  knows what her breathing sounds like when she’s asleep, what she looks like, with her hair splayed on the pillow, her figure so small and delicate between the sheets.  he knows something is wrong.  he pushes the blanket off him with a rather aggressive gesture, as if he’s holding it accountable for not providing him any real warmth,  for being a reminder that he’s not sharing it with her.  he perches on the bed,  by her side.  it’s dark in the room,  but her ethereal features are lit by the moonlight,  creeping through the trees.  she is not peaceful.  her forehead is marred by a frown,  her hands are clenched,  her shoulders heaving slightly.  up and down,  up and down.  she’s having a nightmare.   his body trembles involuntarily at the realization;  he’s cold to the bone.   ❛ ──── ELENA. ❜   a barely audible whisper.  his hand shoots up towards her face but he stops himself in time.  he doesn’t deserve to touch her.  she wouldn’t want to be sullied by his touch.  if only he could take her nightmare upon him, suffer instead of her.  in a parallel universe,  he’s holding her in his arms,  kissing the crown of her head,  murmuring words of comfort.  SHHH, BABY,  I’M RIGHT HERE... but in this one, he only says:   ❛ elena, wake up...❜   louder this time.  loud enough for her to hear.   BUT WHAT IF HE’S HER NIGHTMARE ?   what if she’d rather dream than be woken up, only to face another one... ?  

@puresthearted​:  ☾ .