warrior princess

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12144enzo:

“Like that is every going to happen, love…”, Enzo chuckled. “But I can buy you a round or two in the unlikely event of you getting lucky.”

“Or you could buy me two drinks now and save yourself the embarrassment.”

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salvasmolder:

Damon felt the necessity to internally groan and hang his head lower at the realisation of who was now within his vicinity. The two of them had quite developed quite the estranged relationship over the past four years, but all of his other relationships had become exactly the same way. But Elena… It’s like she wanted to fix him. “ As opposed to what? I mean, you’re the expert on loss here. ” that was a weak comment to make, even for Damon, but sometimes he wasn’t able to stop his lips from moving before his mind had chance to catch up.

Brows furrow downwards, a hitch in her breath as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. For a mere few second a sense of overbearing anxiety bloomed within, causing a sudden rift in her exterior. Fists tightening and small crescents etched within her lithe palm. “How do you do it ---- how do you just say these awful things, do awful things, and then act like you’re not just hurting yourself.” A gulp sounds as the brunette musters down her feelings, taking the glass from the bartender and gulping the warm liquid down her throat. 

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salvasmolder:

The natural hustle and bustle of the bar had transitioned into white noise to Damon, yet he picked up on the sound of footsteps approaching him until finally coming to a halt beside him. “ Stop - turn around, and walk away. ” He didn’t need to turn around to see who it was, he didn’t care - as long as they left him alone.

Lips shape into a hard line, chest heaving as the discomfort of her breath holds between the chamber of her chest. Slowly the breath leaves her, nimble hands pushing back chocolate locks. It felt awkward, painfully so, to the point where she almost did exactly as he asked. But there was a bravery there, nestled in her gut and with it she pulled out the chair next to him, slipping down against the wood. “ I’m not doing that Damon. Stop trying to push me away. “ a slender digit lifts, ordering a drink, hoping it will smooth out the chaotic haze jumbled in the pits of her stomach. 

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A small crinkle formed within the crease of her brow, sucking in a small breath as the city writhed with tremendous color and loud tones of street walk and music. New Orleans is so different from her little town of Mystic Falls. Streets cluttered in a good way, laughter, artistic influence, and unimaginable romance. No wonder Klaus loved this place. Pallid lids flutter, gripping at the pen between her digits as she tries to find the muse to write in her journal ---- do anything she could but sit awkwardly. These were the days when there was a stiff feeling in her gut and she couldn’t help but to ponder decisions made in the past. Leaning back against the chair, her gaze adverts to the journal, ripping the page out and crumbling it. Finding it within herself to make today a good day. 

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12144enzo:

“Good… I was really counting on someone keeping me company tonight. Your turn…”

“ Sure, and what do I get when I beat you ? “