𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘.

𝑈𝑁𝑇𝐼𝐿   𝑇𝐻𝐸   𝐿𝐴𝑀𝐵𝑆   𝐵𝐸𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸   𝐿𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆.

[aspiredlights]

𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖉.

when  he  speaks  the  fateful  truth  she  cannot  deny  it.  the  understanding  between  them  developed  slowly,  thoughtfully,  because  there  was  so  much  darkness  around.  they  had  no  choice  but  to  walk  into  this  with  their  eyes  open,  the  trust  earned  and  not  simply  given.  whatever  they  were,  it  was  built  against  a  universe  in  which  they  should  have  never  met  to  begin  with.  their  feelings  should  have  never  gotten  here;  to  where  elena  breathes  and  damon  feels  it,  where  damon  speaks  and  elena  knows  every  facet  of  what  he  means.  the  push  and  pull  of  what  the  other  actually  needs  is  a  taut  string,  waiting  to  be  severed  by  one  of  them  going  too  far.  but  for  the  first  time  since  she  met  him,  elena  doesn’t  believe  it  will  be  damon  who  could  ruins  things.  even  with  his  demons,  the  impulses  and  urges  he  has  to  fight  every  day  and  often  doesn’t,  it’s  her  that  is  closer  to  pushing  them  off  a  cliff.  one  way  or  the  other,  her  actions  will  set  the  scene  of  what  comes  next;  and  for  the  first  time  in  an  agonizingly  categorical  life  of  grief,  elena  lets  her  guard  fall  against  the  one  person,  a  vampire,  who  could  end  that  life  altogether.  the  one  monster  who  has  wanted  to  for  truly  vengeful  reasons.  damon’s  love  was  not  pure,  it  was  forged.   “   i’ve  always  known  who  you  are,   ”   she  replies,  the  setting  sun  sending  a  golden  hue  around  them.   “   you  didn’t  hide.   ”   for  better  or  worse,  damon  was  honest.  he  did  what  he  said  he  would,  he  spoke  vitriol  without  warning  or  apologies.   “   and  now  i  don’t  want  to  either.  we  haven’t  made  each  other  weak,  damon.   ”    doe  eyes  look  into  his,  slowly  leaning  in  as  their  lips  meet.  she  couldn’t  help  it.  the  idea  of  the  moment,  of  kissing  him,  swept  through  her  entire  body  and  wouldn’t  be  fought.  when  she  pulls  back,  elena  speaks  softly.   “   we’re  falling  in  love.  you  see  it,  don’t  you?   ”

she     is     dancing     with     the     devil.     flirting     with     danger.     flirting     with     death.     he     tried     everything     he     could     to     make     her     realize     he’s     no     good     for     her.     showed     her     every     bit     of     his     darkness     and     yet     she     stayed.     worse,     she     fell     for     him.     saw     the     good     in     him.     he     can’t     stand     her     compassion,     her     gentleness,     her     humanity     -     and     yet     .  .  .     it     is     everything     he     admires     about     her.     ‘’     you     need     to     take     a     step     back.     ‘’     he     tells     her,     a     bare     whisper     that     leaves     fleshed     lips.     again,     another     warning     given.     she     moves     closer,     the     rhythm     of     her     human     heartbeat     echoes     around     him,     loud     and     clear.     he     swallows,     his       gaze       cold       and       his     body     is     tensed,     slowly     beginning     to     realize     it’s     him     who’s     afraid     now.     terrified     of     all     the     things     he     might     do     to     her.     his     mind     :     a     dark     place.     yet,     when     her     soft     and     delicate     lips     finds     his,     all     is     forgotten.     he     wanted     nothing     more     than     to     hold     on     to     his     anger,     his     hatred,     his     pain.     but     now,     he     just     wants     to     hold     on     to     her.     for     dear     life.     he     takes     in     her     words,     hues     flickering     back     and     forth     between     her     own,     a     mixture     of     hesitation     and     desperation     written     all     over     him.     ‘’     elena     -     i     don’t..     ‘’     he     leaves     a     trail     of     words     behind,     cursing     underneath     his     breath,     before     he     closes     the     distance,     his     lips     finding     hers.     gentle,     lingering,     simple     but     sweet,     before     deepening     the     kiss.     he’s     completely     mesmerized,     aware     of     the     feelings     :     attacking     him.     overtaking     him     entirely.     hands     settled     upon     her     waist,     forehead     resting     against     her     own,     lips     brushing     against     her     softer     ones.     ‘’     i     despise     the     word     love.     i     don’t     think     i’m     capable     of     such     thing.     ‘’     eyes     shut,     giving     his     head     a     little     shake,     but     still     holding     her     close.     he     wants     her     close.     needs     her     close.     ‘’     i     need     you     to     understand     -     i     never     did     this     before.     i     never     felt     this     before.     but     whatever     this     is,     i     want     it     with     you.     just     you.     ‘’

[emiliaclarce-blog]

[shxrpeava]

[bnbrns]

[iwantyoudamon]

[aspiredlights]

𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘.

his motions startle her,  calling  into  question  everything  she’s  believed  up  until  then.  stefan  was  a  savior,  damon  a  monster.  but  how  could  that  be  true  when  his  touch  was  gentle,  when  the  care  he  places  in  his  words  is  deliberate  and  powerful?  he  could  do  so  much  to  her.  but  he  has  not.  in  moments  like  this  she  can  see  the  difference  between  who  he  truly  was  and  who  he  became  in  order  to  survive.  words  fail  her  as  she  stands  before  him  entirely  weakened  by  the  enormity  of  her  desire  for  more.  where  had  it  come  from;  this  desire?  why  is  it  suddenly  important  for  elena  to  make  sure  he  does  not  leave?  because  she  needs  him,  and  she  hasn’t  realized  it  until  their  faces  linger  closely,  the  feeling  of  his  hands  steadying  her.  what  would  have  once  caused  terror  is  now  a  moment  she  seeks.    ‘    don’t.    ’    elena  replies,  bringing  his  fingers  to  her  lips.    ‘    i  want  you  here.  you’ve,    ’    a  pause  as  she  allows  them  space;  the  intimacy  overwhelming.    ‘    you’ve  made  me  feel  safe  again,  damon.  if  you  left,  i  don’t  think  i’d  be  as…  happy.    ’    once  she  admits  it,  the  truth  frightens  her  less.  damon  salvatore  matters  to  her.  greatly;  and  without  him,  her  life  would  not  be  the  same.  it  would  be  less.  less  full,  less  exciting,  less  meaningful.  he’s  brought  so  much  to  her  without  her  noticing  but  now  that  she  has,  she  cannot  let  him  go.

most     people     fear     him,     they     run     from     his     sight,     they     curse     his     presence     but     not     her.     he     sees     it,     the     look     in     her     eyes     when     she     watches     him.     something     soft,     something     warm,     something     full     of     forgiveness.     she     sees     something     in     him.     something     good.     something     wicked,     still.     he’s     perfectly     aware     :     he’s     a     monster.     something     hideous.     something     evil.     she     knows     it     too.     but     it     no     longer     terrifies     her.     if     anything,     he     thinks     it     consumes     her.     challenges     her.     he’s     honest     with     her,     refuses     to     pretend     when     she’s     around.     there’s     a     darkness     hidden     within     him,     and     he’s     not     afraid     to     share     it     with     her.     he     no     longer     hides     from     her.     and     he     thinks     .  . .     she     no     longer     hides     from     him,     too.     ‘’     there’s     something     going     on     between     us,     elena.     you     can’t     deny     it.     ‘’     words     escapes     fleshed     lips,     his     dark     eyes     laced     with     hers,     unraveling     her.     ‘’     and     i     don’t     know     what     it     is.     you     know     i’m     a     monster,     right?     capable     of     bad     things?     i     came     here     to     hurt     you.     nothing     satisfied     me     more     than     the     thought     of     ruining     the     one     girl     he     loved.     ‘’     one     step     closer,     eyes     flickering     back     and     forth     between     her     own,     awfully     close     now.     ‘’     but     now     .  .  .     all     i     want     is     to     protect     you.     even     from     myself.     the     thought     of     having     you     close,     holding     you,     touching     and     kissing     every     inch     of     your     skin     -     it     haunts     me.     you     did     something     to     me.     i     think     you     made     me     .  .  .      weak.     i     can’t     stop     thinking     about     you.     ‘’

[wrnbrn]

[oathkeepersdaily]

[aspiredlights]

𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘.

the amount of times she’s wished for him to leave,  now  slowly  become  replaced  with  her  need  for  him  to  stay.  damon’s  arrival  was  fairly  constant  and  hadn’t  been  unwelcomed  in  a  long  time.  when  did  that  happen?  elena  wonders  why  she  hasn’t  noticed  the  change  until  tonight,  when  he  admits  something  so  unlike  himself  she  couldn’t  ignore  it  if  she  tried.  slowly  the  brunette  turns  towards  him,  chocolate  hues  trying  to  determine  if  the  moment  was  some  kind  of  bluff.  but  instead  of  a  smirk  or  an  immediate  counter,  damon  remains  still;  staring  at  her  with  a  kind  of  intensity  she’s  never  seen  from  him.

the  statement  was  genuine.  she  can  feel  it,  see  it  in  his  face  and  the  way  he’s  actually  allowing  her  to  process  on  her  own  accord.  when  elena  arrives  in  front  of  him,  her  gaze  never  wavers.    ‘    you  mean  it.    ’    a  statement,  not  a  question.  she  doesn’t  have  to  ask  if  it’s  honesty.  the  distance  between  them  remains  despite  elena’s  desire  to  eliminate  it.  he  was  a  monster  first,  she  couldn’t  forget  that  simply  because  of  a  few  tenderhearted  moments.  was  his  kindness  a  trap?  pulling  her  in  only  to  take  what  he’d  been  after  all  along.  the  doubt  settles  in,  making  a  home  in  her  heart.    ‘    damon  if  this  is  some  kind  of  joke,  it’s  not  funny.    ’

he     remains     still     as     he     takes     her     in.     he     can     see     she’s     conflicted,     the     coldness     and     hatred     that     is     now     replaced     with     something     else.     something     warmer.     doe     angelic     eyes     lit     up,     but     she     remains     distant     :     fully     aware     that     he’s     a     monster     still.     a     weak,     charming     smile     finds     fleshed     lips,     his     dark     hues     settled     upon     the     gilbert     girl.     does     she     know?     does     she     feel     it,     too?     she’s     no     longer     his     prey.     no     longer     the     girl     he     was     so     determined     to     DESTROY     just     weeks     ago.     something     has     changed.     she     means     something     to     him.     something     important.     something     he     has     never     quite     felt     before     and     it     frustrates     him.

another     step     is     taken,     hues     laced     with     her     own,     closing     the     distance     -     slowly     and     carefully     so.     ‘’     i     mean     it.     ‘’     he     says,     loud     and     clear,     before     the     vampire     reaches     out     for     the     girl,     tucking     a     strand     of     hair     behind     her     ear.     oh,     how     much     he     wants     to     keep     her     close,     to     shield     her     from     all     danger.     ‘’     i     know     -     i     gave     you     plenty     of     reasons     to     not     trust     me     but     now     i’m     asking     you     .  .  .     trust     me.     i     need     you.     you     keep     me     calm.     ‘’     a     quiet     sigh     rolls     down     his     tongue,     his     palms     tugging     her     cheeks,     his     thumb     tracing     along     warm     delicate     skin.     ‘’     tell     me     to     leave.     i’ll     leave     mystic     falls     behind     and     i     will     never     come     back.     tell     me     -     what       is       it       that       you       want,       elena?     ‘’

[inkmemesarchive]

nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

[pauwesleys]

“you and i, we have something. an understanding.”

[aspiredlights]

𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘.

wasn’t he supposed to be the selfish one?  the  man  who  simply  does  without  thought,  without  care  to  anything  other  than  what  he  wants.  damon  would  always  be  that  in  his  soul,  but  now  elena  feels  him  differently;  because  for  as  much  as  he  wants  for  himself,  he  wants  even  more  for  her.  fingers  rake  through  his  hair,  body  further  closing  the  space  between  them.  she  listens  to  his  fears  and  they  do  not  surprise  her.  after  all,  he’d  met  her  when  nothing  made  a  difference.  living  was  a  chore,  a  task  to  do  for  everyone  else. through  him  was  she  able  to  find  peace  again,  a  reason  to  let  the  fire  within  her  burn.  he  wouldn’t  let  that  spark  go  out.    ‘    i  don’t  think  it’s  any  of  those  things,  damon.  i  know  this  is  what  i  want.    ’    originally  the  escape  of  pain  did  sound  sweet.  most  of  what  mystic  falls  held  for  her  anymore  was  grief  and  loss.  she  felt  those  things  deeply,  for  years.  wasn’t  it  okay  to  want  more  now?  the  ability  to  avoid  pain  wasn’t  possible  for  a  woman  who  felt  everything  so  profoundly.    ‘    and  i’m  okay  with  not  coming  back.  phones  exist,  the  ability  for  people  to  visit  exists.  it’s  time  for  my  life  to  change,  i  feel  it.    ’    hand  takes  his,  placing  it  against  her  chest.  to  build  something  new  would  offer  more  than  staying  could.  elena  didn’t  doubt  that  or  her  love  for  him  for  a  second.  she  was  certain,  it  was  intuitive.    ‘    you’re  the  one  i  want  with  me  when  it  does.  no  baggage,  no  stefan.  just  a  new,  happier  me.    ’    as  their  lips  meet  the  brunette  deepens  the  kiss  quickly,  putting  every  last  ounce  of  convincing  she  can  into  the  action.  she  didn’t  want  to  go  without  him.  but  damon  had  been  the  one  to  teach  her  that  if  all  else  fails,  she  should.  strength  and  selfishness  were  rarely  a  pair,  but  the  connection  was  real.    ‘    don’t  make  me  go  alone.  be  with  me.  please.    ’

the     thought     of     letting     her     go     truly     terrifies     him.     makes     his     body     tremble.     it     makes     him     lose     control.     the     mere     thought     .  .  .     it     haunts     him.     it     is     poison     :     running     through     his     veins.     losing     her     means     losing     everything.     everything     he     wanted,     everything     he     needed     and     everything     he     loved.     a     quiet     sigh     escapes     the     vampire,     bare     hands     upon     her      flesh     as     he     tightens     his     grip     around     her.     in     that     way,     he     knows     she’s     here,     close,     and     with     him.     he     returns     the     kiss,     with     the     exact     same     force     as     she     did.     wanting     and     needing     her     to     know     he     feels     the     same     way.     his     hand     reaches     out     for     her,     cupping     her     cheek,     thumb     tracing     along     soft     and     smooth     skin,     lips     hovering     just     above     hers     as     dark     hues     filled     with     a     mixture     of     both     admiration     and     lust     finds     her.     ‘’     then     be     with     me.     ‘’     he     repeats     after     her,     eyes     flickering     back     and     forth     between     her     own.     his     heart,     for     all     he     has     one,     begins     to     beat     faster     as     he     takes     her     in.     all     of     her.     his     gaze     is     soft,     lips     parted.     ‘’     be     with     me.     stay     with     me.     live     for     me.     ‘’     hand     begin     to     linger     on     her     body,     every     inch     of     her     skin.     another     kiss     is     given,     and     another     one,     down     to     her     neck,     leaving     a     trail     of     kisses     behind.     tender,     meaningful,     full     of     admiration     and     love.     something     he’s     still     quite     unfamiliar     with.     he     never     touched     or     kissed     a     woman     like     this     before.     as     if     every     touch     and     every     kiss     means     something.     something     important.     something     powerful.     he     brings     her     closer     to     his     body,     lips     finding     hers     once     more,     brushing     over     the     delicate     curves     of     her     mouth.     ‘’     change     for     me.     ‘’     and     then,     without     second     doubt,     he     tells     her     the     truth.     he     backs     away,     hues     laced     with     her     one,     hand     running     through     her     hair.     ‘’     we     can     be     together     -     forever.     if     that’s     what     you     want.     tell     me     that’s     what     you     want,     elena.     ‘’

[carlosfreckles]

[mcgregor]

[ethanhunt-deactivated20230911]

You have more talent than any witch could ever dream of possessing.

[aspiredlights]

𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘.

he was a force there was no sense in fighting.  everything  about  damon  drew  her  in;  the  danger,  the  mystery,  his  supernatural  presence  begged  to  be  let  into  her  world.  at  first,  on  both  of  their  parts,  stefan  drove  them  to  it.  for  elena  it  was  because  she  was  willing  to  throw  everything  away.  if  stefan  wanted  her  to  be  human  then  she  would  die.  damon  made  for  a  willing  participant.  he  wasn’t  a  good  guy,  he  was  the  bad  brother.  and  yet  somehow  they  both  met  in  the  middle,  seeing  each  and  every  fault  of  one  another  yet  wanting  more  of  them  anyway.  what  was  that  called?  a  madness,  surely.  their  passion  cascaded  into  need.  before  she  knew  it,  elena  had  fallen  in  love.  his  fingers  leave  a  chill,  delicate  and  careful,  knowing  the  perfect  synchronization  to  keep  her  mind  on  him.  the  power  he  held  was  something  the  human  never  once  doubted.  without  mentally  compelling  her  himself,  he  compels  her  still.  her  feelings  for  him  drive  them  further  into  where  the  both  of  them  want  to  be.  she  hums  at  his  touch,  the  way  his  kiss  fogs  her  ability  to  speak  with  the  clarity  she  once  had.    ‘    i  do,  just  not  here.  i  want,    ’    a  pause  as  hands  come  to  hold  damon’s  face  steady,  drowning  in  his  gaze  for  a  moment  before  continuing.    ‘    i  need  more,  damon.  i  need  to  get  out  of  mystic  falls  and  experience  the  world.  and  i  want  to  do  that  with  you.    ’    body  rolls  against  the  vampire’s  sturdy  frame,  more  than  one  kind  of  frustration  expressed  as  chocolate  hues  search  his.  the  truth  was  that  she  was  ready  to  move  on;  from  the  pain  of  her  life,  from  stefan,  from  all  the  grief  that  followed  her  around  because  it  could.    ‘    don’t  you  want  that?  to  be  somewhere  that  doesn’t  have  such  a  heavy  past?  somewhere  that’s  full  of  just  you  and  me.    ’

somewhere     that’s     just     full     of     you     and     me     .  .  .     the     sound     of     her     voice,     ever     so     angelic,     echoes     around,     words     still     lingering,     as     he     takes     her     in,     his     dark     hues     fixated     on     her     -     inspecting     her.     with     every     word     she     says,     every     movement     she     makes,     and     every     touch     she     gives.     he’s     trying     to     get     to     her,     trying     to     understand     her,     to     read     her.     if     anything,     he’s     trying     to     unravel     her.     he     wants     to     give     her     EVERYTHING     .  .  .     everything     she     wants,     everything     she     needs.     but     he     wants     to     do     it     right.     with     no     mistakes,     and     certainly     no     regrets.     he     cups     her     face,     digits     running     through     her     thick     brown     locks,     his     gaze     is     soft     as     a     little     yet     charming     smile     forms     fleshed     lips.     ‘’     of     course     i     want     that.     ‘’     hues     flickering     back     and     forth     between     her     own,     down     to     her     delicate     lips,     his     thumb     running     across     her     lower     lip.     gentle,     careful.     ‘’     but     i     don’t     want     to     be     the     person     that     takes     everything     away     from     you.     you     have     a     life     here.     family,     friends.     i     don’t     know     what     that     feels     like     .  .  .     but     i     can     imagine     it’s...     nice.     something     worth     fighting     for.     i     don’t     want    you     to     walk     away     because     of     your     pain.     because     of     the     accident.     because     of     stefan.     ‘’     a     gentle     hold     of     her     chin,     digits     running     across     her     skin,     his     lips     brushing     against     her     own,     up     to     the     delicate     curves     of     her     mouth,     leaving     a     trail     of     kisses     behind.     a     sign     of     comfort     :     and     hopefully,     she     understands.     he’s     only     doing     this     for     her.     ‘’     if     you     want     to     leave,     then     i     will     leave     together     with     you.     there’s     nothing     i     want     more,     elena.     but     i     don’t     want     you     to     wake     up     someday     and     regret     all     of     this.     because     know     -     if     we     leave,     there’s     a     possibility     of     never     coming     back.     ‘’

[adowgifs]