#yourestaring

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yourestaring asked : “ i’ve become a distraction. ”

      “When did that become a bad thing?” She asked, her eyes wide, almost begging him not to go. “--I need the distraction Stefan, pleeeeaaasee?” 

                      SUFFERING AT HIS family’s ball — a trap so clear that no one had even bothered with any guise about it — had not been his idea. At all. If Kol had had his way, as soon as the dagger had been lifted out of his chest, he’d have left Mystic Falls ( fucking Virginia; he hated Virginia ) and wouldn’t have looked back. But his presence had been assumed and demanded, a suit being laid out for him when the tailor came to visit, and so he stood, in a sea of people, watching as his siblings circled the place like sharks. 

                      Christ. They really didn’t bother with pretense, did they? 

He’d taken a glass of champagne off of the tray when he’d seen the younger of the Salvatore brothers, and, seeing as he’d nothing better to do, traipsed over. He slid into the spot right next to Stefan with a practiced ease; his limbs were a thousand years old and he knew them better than any gymnast, any master at movement ever could. He stared out over his champagne flute at the crowd.