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[bonnicbennett]

ofunwrittens·:

Face scrunching unconsciously at the question, he blinked at the other - wondering if he should ask them if they’d hit their head to see if he had to seek out a doctor. There weren’t a lot of reasons that weren’t worrying for why people asked you what year it was. “It’s 2030.” He supplied, that at least he didn’t have to overthink. “Can I ask why you’re asking what year it is?”

2030.  bonnie physically stumbled backwards at the blow, attempting to piece together the parts of her memory she had forgotten.  she remembered dying, then she remembered being here----- nothing in-between.  ‘sorry, um.  I just feel like I woke up from a super long nap or something...’  she mused, unable to focus on the other person.

[xofheretics]

‘  did  you  miss  me  ? ‘

[bonnicbennett]

' you.  I should’ve known you had something to do with this. ‘

[xofreckless]

‘  i’ve  actually  been  meaning  to  talk  to  you  bonnie .  ’

[bonnicbennett]

' stefan?  what’s going on? ‘

[bonnicbennett]

ofnvghts·:

elena had been walking around the outskirts of the city, seeking some peace and tranquility in the midst of the chaos. the brunette startled as she heard a voice start to call out before spinning around in the direction of the voice, “ bonnie ? “ her words shocked as she tilted her head gently, looking at the other, “ are you okay ? “ refraining from coming any closer as she was afraid to startle the other.

'elena?’  the name lingered on her tongue like a long forgotten memory.  ‘it’s you.  you’re here too! I....’  a pause.  ‘look, something is going on.  something....  I’m not sure but people are back---- they’re here.’  bonnie paused once more, wishing she could enjoy their reunion for a moment longer.  ‘the dead, they’ve been brought back.’

[bonnicbennett]

vampireblonde·:

the voice was familiar, echoing in her mind as clear as day. however, how could it be? this was new orlean’s, and no one she knew resided her, or planned on doing so. peering around the side of the street, and approaching the figure, caroline stopped in her tracks. her mouth opened, words deterred to leave her lips, leaving parted lips with no sound. “ bonnie? what are you doing here? “

it felt momentarily like all the air had been punched out of her, and in an epiphany like moment bonnie almost felt her soul leave her body, drawn towards the familiarity of the voice that responded to her.  ‘caroline?’  tears welled up in her eyes as she rushed towards the blonde, throwing her arms around her.  ‘I don’t know.  I don’t know-- but I’m so glad to see you caroline!’

[xofhybrids]

‘ there  are  only  a  few  things  in  this  world  that  are  truly  important  to  me  .  ’

[bonnicbennett]

' oh I love this game!  let’s see----  torture,  manipulation..... uhh, murder.. selfishness----- ‘

[bonnicbennett]

── 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 / a cold breeze ran its fingers across the witch’s rosy cheeks, flushed by her awakening.  she felt she had been asleep, yet not soundly, for years on end, dreaming, screaming within the confinements of a mental purgatory.  ‘this isn’t right.’ she spoke aloud, wide eyes staring at her hands, turning them over, running her fingers through her hair, leaning down to touch the ground, feeling the autumn leaves crush beneath her feet. ‘excuse me!’ bonnie called out to the figure up ahead, whose identity was stolen from her view by the street light.  ‘hey, excuse me! this is going to sound nuts: but what year is it?’

[bonnicbennett]

── 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 / bonnie bennett. 31(ish). witch human. kat graham. likes: friendship, honestly, loyalty, popcorn, warm socks. dislikes: people who threaten loved ones, matt donovan’s dancing, pickles.