elena knew exactly where her shallow quarrel with caroline was heading. no amount of groveling or defending was going to change that ─ therefore the time for acceptance & moving on was close. that was usually the way these things would go, and before it could go anywhere deeper, caroline would forgive all & ask for a favour in exchange for her kindness. [NOT ALL THE TIME, OF COURSE!] but it was a system elena had become quite accustomed to, and although this certain occasion had gone on for a lot longer than she thought, she had high hopes for tonight's rendezvous to be the grand finalé in their exaggerated faux-pas. every string of sound advice unravelling from bonnie's lips was only met with nods of encouragement & hums of acceptance, manicured digits pressing specially curated accessories to the most important pressure points upon her ballet-frame: ¹ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝟸. ears, (&) 3. her chiseled wrists. once her best friend sprayed her signature evening perfume, elena revelled in its potent notes; REMINISCENT OF WEEKEND GETAWAYS WITH BONNIE & A FRESH BOX SET OF "DAWSON'S CREEK. the minor nostalgia set-back is faded to black by elena's swift turn, a direct response to bonnie's aroma ─ almost as if the sumptuously warm perfume has a hypnotic pull to whoever dares take in its trail, immediately beckoning you towards its wearer, and for a split-second, elena suspects if this was the witch's doing all along. flustered and rosy-cheeked, she feels a sudden rush of excitement, overjoyed by @feathertrick's impeccable taste.
“ okay– incredible 'yes' to the coat. ”
perfectly tailored brows raise themselves high again, plump lips pouted in overzealous approval. it puts things in perspective for a little while – moments like this – where the "𝔅londe, 𝙿in-up 𝔇oll" of high school's not so important anymore, & being The Vampire's Girlfriend (while dealing with his loser older-brother) has lost all its unusual appeal... WHAT MATTERS IS THIS: your best friend's sweet convincing petals of hope that remind you you're not alone, and an endearing kiss of sisterhood planted to the side of your olive hand. it's almost like a coo, a half-giggle that slips past lips in response to the swelling of her own heart, palm immediately scooping her friend's cheeks to mush them together gently in a gesture of gratitude. “ thank you. strangely, that little pep-talk of yours has made me realise just how dramatic i was being. ” towards the end of her sentence, she narrows her eyes at bonnie in a bid to display just how repulsed her behaviour for the past five minutes has made her. don't get her wrong, the feelings are still very much there (& valid), but to melt into that perception of frequent cry-baby behaviour? ── absolutely not.
SHE ALMOST SHAKES IT OUT OF HER. dead-straight, raven locks swaying with each movement, falling effortlessly over bare & exposed shoulders. elena lets go of bonnie momentarily, reaching over one side of her bed to pick up her cran-vodka can, cheering her best friend on before downing it completely in a desperate bid to have it empty & done ─ nobody knows it yet, not even elena herself, but that'll be her last drink for tonight. she reaches over into her suede-fringe boho school-bag, a dusty-grey colourway that matches the shade of purple her top is, to extract her "pomegranate + cherry" lip-tube. as velvets are turned into satin silks, she blots her lips together to reveal a sparkly sheen, taking one last glance in the mirror and ridding her eyelids of any smudged mascara. she's as pristine as she frequently is, but that doesn't stop her from one last peer-over. “ i know you won't, bon' ─ why, i have full faith that if anybody tries anything... ” she hangs her bag over her shoulder, grabs her car-keys, & makes her way out the bedroom door with an arm slinging over bonnie's shoulder-frame.
cue the exaggerated movie-voice.
❛❛ YOU'LL BURN THEM ALIIIIIIIIIVE ! ❜❜
