plєαѕυяє ιѕ тнє σηlу яєαliту

I want you to know that in my head, our muses are off somewhere being blissfully happy. If we stopped writing together in the middle of a fight, they made up without us muddling muns in the way, and they’re happy. They shared a bubble bath last night and one of them cooked for the other. It wasn’t perfect but they had a great night.

If they were only friends, they’re closer than ever. If they were enemies, they’re still staking each other out and plotting their revenge, and they’re enjoying it thoroughly.

If they were in love, they still are. If we took a look into their futures, they’d still be smiling at each other, maybe with a little bit of gray in their hair.

                                               Touch was the first;

damon + vamp face