it’s the barest ghost of a touch , a gentle whisper of fingertips brushing along her scarred shoulder in a careful caress , tentative and inquisitive in it’s nature . doe eyes are soft yet still guarded as she looks over him in silence , absorbing the warm amber of his irises as she attempted to discern what thoughts were tumbling around his skull . a part of her wants to retreat back behind the security of her walls , to tug her jacket on to conceal the traumas that had riddled her body with permanent reminders of all she had endured and put as much distance between her and this moment of raw vulnerability as possible .
the other part of her , the quiet part of her soul that was more starved for gentle touches such as these than she cared to admit , wanted to embrace it . to absorb the warmth of his fingertips bleeding through her skin and soaking deep into the marrow of her bones , to allow it to anchor her and assure her that she wasn’t a ghost . that she wasn’t too far gone .
breath spills from her lips in a shaky exhale , eyes glossy with the unshed tears she wouldn’t allow to fall free , the swell of her bottom lip tugged between her teeth to gnaw on gently . ❛ the vampire that killed my parents gave me that . ❜ confession manifests in a soft murmur , so quiet it would have been impossible to hear , were it not for the close proximity between them . gaze flickers down to the teeth - like scar embedded into olive flesh , angry and puckered but nowhere near as bad as it had looked initially . wry chuckle bubbles on her lips , dry and hollow , gaze flickering back up to meet his . ❛ i kept it covered for a long time . i was ashamed of it , and what it represented . how my parents were dead while i was still alive , how helpless i had been when i watched them die , too weak and scared to do anything to try and save them . but after a while . . . ❜ words trail off , gaze softening as the smile that touched her lips shifted to something a little more genuine . ❛ i realized there was no point in hiding it . that rather than let it make me guilty , i let it start fueling me instead . motivating me to be harder and stronger , resilient like they always believed i was . it gave me the strength i needed to avenge them . and in a way , avenge me too . ❜
trace one of elena’s scars — ( accepting )
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