Context of the scene and story!!! Au where Shelby and Owen are the remaining vampires in Oakhurst, chained to the land and cursed to rot there forever (together in the symbolic consuquential bed they’ve made heh..)
Shelby hesitantly shifted her body to face Owen, her body coiling forward into a slight fetal position. Her knees brushing upwards against Owen’s hip, as he laid flatly on his back. All but his head remained unturned, with his neck craning slightly as he twisted his head towards hers, returning the desolated gaze. locked together in a trance through half lidded eyes. Searching each other for any sort of remnant of what once was.
Slowly, Shelby broke the invisible barrier between them. Unclenching her closed fists to slowly trace her hands upwards. The fingers of her left hand ghosting over his chin and jawline, awaiting for any sort of withdrawal. His expression remained indifferent, with only his eyes lingering downward, making no effort to push her away.
She hesitantly persisted. Gliding her hand against his cheek and cupping it, her other hand joining soonly after. The edges of her cold palms pressing against the faint flesh of his cheeks.
And for a prolonged moment..they lingered in that position…
Shelby kept her gaze locked onto Owen’s distant eyes. What a funny sight, she lightly thought. Back then, at the start of their coven…the brink of her and Owen’s newfound friendship…She figured, and honestly hoped, that she would eventually get close with Owen…She had too… if she was gonna consider them her family…She knew of the mans reserved nature and his slight aversion to touch. But in the deep delusional crevices of her heart she hoped that she could get through to him. That he just needed patience.. needed love.. needed kindness..
"Im so strong that would never happen..” avid reassured with a huff, responding stubbornly to the outlandish idea of him ever becoming a vampire. All while doing his best not to break his concentration as he carefully jumped on each of the stepping stone peeking out of the shallow waters.
Shelby suppressed a smirk.
And here she was still. Showing it to him…
”I was so worried”, A distressed avid exhaled, seemingly out of breath as he ran towards her and wrapped his arms around her neck… a disapproving Scott glancing their way…
Her own kindness… on the bed she’s made..
”I would do anything for you” avid exhaled out, smiling gleefully with his newfound gifted fangs. The burning walls of Oakhurst reflecting against his gleeful eyes. Eyes that held such devotion…
When she should be repaying him the “kindness” he’s shown her…
”PLEASE NO!!” Avid screamed, his struggling hands desperately trying to push the other figures off of him. Sheer horror plastered onto his face as tears streamed down his cheeks. Thrashing around like a struggling animal in the jaws of a predator….
Her palms dug deeper into his cheeks as claws sprouted from her fingernails. The edges of her claws poking through the surface of his skin, the faintest glint of red seeping out. The action causing her own eyelids to slowly raise, exposing the white of her upper eyeball. The pain caused his jaw to bunch slightly. His lower eyelid twitched slightly, but his expression remaining unchanged. His face continuing to hold the same aloofness as before.
Shelby was in Owens field of view…but his mind was beyond elsewhere, Obscured away the moment her fingertips grazed his face. The moment she advanced to him with the same gentleness she has always had before…
In his vignette view, he didn’t see the ruined girl before him… he saw a misguided girl… a misguided soul who placed their misguided kindness in misguided people…
“I would do anything for you” Louis softly cooed, tilting his head affectionately, the long white streaks of hair framing his soft face delicately. Staring at the one before him with such dedicated and devoted eyes… his hands gravitating towards Owen’s face…
A Stinging pain dragged him out of his distant fantasies, but he forcefully persisted on gazing at the lower half of Shelby’s face. Continuing to pay no mind to her digging nails and trembling lips.
Focusing solely just below Shelby’s eyes…for if he dare gaze into her fragmented eyes it would contradict the illusions Flaunting through his mind. Illusions of delicate kindness… gentle touches… illusions that he could still selfishly salvage it…
Owen drowsily exhaled through his nose and leaned his head further into Shelby’s wrenching hands, turning his whole body towards her in the process. His still body now facing hers…
Her grip faltered and she unclasped her hands from his face. Retracting her claws.. Her eyes remained eerily wide, but her lips ceased their trembling. As if they too were ripped out her trance… She felt as if…for the smallest moment.. her mind went still.. Whoever she saw before…they weren’t here at the moment..
Her lips parted to say something. Wanting to say something…To breathe anything out of her frigid corpse of a body. But nothing came out. Her hands hovering over his cheeks, not pushing forward… but not pulling away..
Owens tired eyes blinked halfway open. Staring down at her expectedly. The two’s eyes once again interlocked in this stagnant standoff…Forsaken eyes on a bed they’ve made together… Laying beside’s one another..
It was clear that the company they longed for wasn’t the one within each other…at least not anymore..but maybe they could be each others company in this misery…
Shelby’s hands slowly returned to Owen’s face, cupping his cheeks firmly. The gap between them smaller than before.
If she absentmindedly caressed his cheek with her thumb, he didn’t say anything.
If his brows furrowed mournfully at the notion, she didn’t say anything.
He once more closed his eyes and inclined forward, seeming to return to his remote thoughts. Her gaze lingered for just a second longer, before imitating the action.
The undead had no need for sleep… but it didn’t need to be said that the two were physically and mentally exhausted… she figured that she also might as well get comfortable and drift away to the sweeter fantasies of her mind.. whatever was left of it..
She’ll kill him tomorrow.
Tis a W.I.P but I really wanted to explore the dynamic of the two digging themselves deeper in their problems, with Shelby’s “rose colored glasses” and refusing to see the flaws around her, and Owen refusing to listen to flaws surrounding him and his ideals
Sorry if this is long they just interest me so much ugh <//33
Permission has been granted, you guys gotta read this it. This slaps. 
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