Sorry, guys.

I might be back, I might not. However, it has been a pleasure to meet all of you. I have another TVD RP account that you're more than welcome to ask for. Stay safe. <3

[mybluebow]

Sorry!

I might be back, I might not.  However, it has been a pleasure to meet all of you. I have another TVD RP account that is defiantly more active.

You're more than welcome to ask for if you're still interested in RPing. <3

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[mybluebow]

» Am I the Only One I Know?

[theravensredemption]

Damon sighed when she asked about her parents. “That’s how you met Stefan and I, Elena. You met me while you were calling your parents at a party.” He paused between sentences giving himself time to put what he wanted to say into coherent sentences.

"Your parents went to pick you up at a party, and on the way home, they lost control of the car and it went off Wickery Bridge. Stefan was the first to get there. He tried to save your dad, but your dad wouldn’t let him. He had to rescue you first," Damon paused and looked down at his feet. " — your parents didn’t make it."

When she mentioned compulsion, Damon’s ice blue eyes shot up to meet hers.

"There’s something about me?"

As she read the page to him, a painful look washed across his face. She had done this knowing that she wouldn’t remember him. Damon grabbed the diary from her as she shoved it to his chest, unable to finish her last sentence.

Hot tears threatened to sting his eyes, as he too turned away from her. “You knew you’d forget me. You knew it, and you still did it.”

Turning to face her once more, Damon’s hurt turned to anger. Throwing the diary aside, he exhaled sharply and balled his hands into fists so tight that his knuckles turned snow white. “Why wouldn’t Elijah tell me?” He exclaimed, punching the wall.

Elijah would pay for this somehow, but Damon had a better question — one for Elena. “If you felt so miserable, why didn’t you come to me? Elena, I love you! You know that! Or at least you did. Before you had Elijah compel you.” His voice trailed off, as he sat on the edge of her bed. Damon had nothing more to say.

"What will I do now?"

Damon put his head in his hands. He couldn’t give up on her, but she had given up on herself when she had Elijah compel her.

[mybluebow]

Elena's eyes flickered from the window to a lone photograph standing on her side table. The three people surrounding her now contained meaning — family. Even though the memories still eluded her, she know knew that the others were dead. Their once smiling faces graced the house no more. 

Her eyes remained firmly on the window until his actions provoked a flinch, eyes glued eyes shut with a tensed frame. Fingers gripped her arms in a self embrace. She refused to see the pain plastered across his face or look into those eyes whelming with emotion once again. 

"You want me to say that everything is OK, Damon?" This time her voice contained a bitter edge, sarcastically spitting out the reply to his question. "Perhaps it's because my family is dead. Did that occur to you? I didn't want to remember what happened to them. Mother, father, brother." Clearly from the rushed writing she wasn't in her best frame of mind. Granted, losing family would do that to you — especially in a house riddled with memories that she luckily lacked. Being reminded of those you lost wasn't deemed as satisfying, neither was waking up in a house where every square inch would have been consumed with sorrow. 

Stefan? Yet another name he assumed she knew, but didn't, nor did she want to ask the hostile vampire with a blood red fist.

Truthfully, there was nothing Elena could say. She could blurt out bitter words until the sun went down. Call out assumptions she wasn't sure of. A firm exhale allowed her pent up emotions back to a clam state, pushing the unwanted anger out that came from grief. She picked up the sprawled out diary with now ruffled pages and sat on the window ledge, starting to flicker through once more to reach the start.

     Clearly the plan had backfired. Consumed with bad memories facts. 

After a while a tiny voice emerged, lacking ground with a hoarse undertone. Still not allowing her eyes to lift and meet her slumped form. "Why weren't you here to stop me? Why wasn't anyone here to stop me?"

[mybluebow]

I have nearly completed my drafts! I'm proud of me considering I'm not feeling the greatest. Thanks for understanding darlings. <3 

[hayleythesexywolf-deactivated20]

open stater → thezombieverse only.

[hayleythesexywolf-deactivated20]

” Yeah — I know that it’s dangerous but we can’t keep hiding,  Elena ”

[mybluebow]

"How many times do I have to repeat myself? It's far safer hiding than heading into that monstrosity. We're doing fine here. There's enough food for a few weeks — then we'll figure out what to do."

[hayleythesexywolf-deactivated20]

open stater → thezombieverse only.

” I’m going to see how the bloody zombies live and how we can kill them — Who’s comming? ”

[mybluebow]

"I don't think that's a good idea, Hayley. We're trying to get away from the danger not run into it."

[comeonpouty-blog]

[thedamonnsalvatore-blog]

Corridors || {Damon&Elena}

Violet chiffon draped across the open windows of the immense bed chamber, blowing up in the afternoon breeze that wafted into the room. It was a gorgeous day beyond the glass; sounds of light laughter and music could be heard even from a distance as the people of the grounds enjoyed one of the last days of autumn. Winter was fast approaching and it would soon steal the green of the grass and the flowers off the trees. That was all Damon Salvatore could feel right now: the oncoming darkness of winter, but for reasons other than the changing of the seasons.

Earlier in the day, he had been informed by his pompous and elderly father, the King, that he was to be married in less than a month. His betrothed was none other than Marilyn Foster, a girl that Damon had met all of twice, with less than stunning results. Of course, she was pretty enough, pink lips, two firm little breasts and a dowry that dwarfed the Salvatore fortune. Nothing else could be expected of the bride of Damon Salvatore, one of the most infamous lotharios in the entire empire. But from what Damon could tell, she was utterly unimaginative and at times even vile. He knew she had no liking for him (her unwavering sense of propriety prevented that), but the ancient prestige of the Salvatore name was exactly the kind of the thing that would convince a new-money Foster girl like her otherwise. It disgusted him almost as much as the idea of being married in the first place, forever tied to one person and forbidden from all others, at least in theory.

Damon was royalty, but he was powerless. His father wouldn’t budge about this subject, and he had never been the great negotiator the King was. He had talents elsewhere, in much more entertaining areas. The barely audible sound of a door opening broke Damon away from the window and his thoughts as he turned to examine the intruder, surprised they hadn’t announced themselves. He wiped the previous distress from his face, replacing it with his classic smirk. “Yes?” he inquired as he recognized one of his servant girls.

[mybluebow]

Walking the tedious hallways cloaked with other servants was a daily routine. More rooms than she could ever learn with demands she struggled to meet. Waking up at the crack of dawn to attend a day entailing every job imaginable; minus the cooking, they hired far more skilled workers than her for that. However, the atmosphere was more frantic than usual. The summer months had been consumed a the gleeful event of marriage, that of the king's son. Elena had to admit he was quite the looker, but it wasn't in her position to speak of such a thing or imply them. She had bent over backwards just to maintain this job and wasn't going to risk a silly compliment.

Mid-afternoon had reached and Elena still remained on her toes with little to no rest. Now armed with a suit in hand, the lavish clothing cover only suggested it was made with the finest money could buy. Why not get the finest? It was clear they had more than enough so splash and a wedding would be a grand event with no expense spared. This time she took a casual approach to opening the door in assumption the prince wasn't there, turning the handle and edging it open with her back opposed to the usual knocking and elegantly entering — which with two hands full wasn't the easiest task. Turning around to face - for the fourth time today - the man in question. Too engrossed in bewilderment to move as doe-like eyes widened. Mouth soon found it hard to string together a coherent sentence, plucking words in an attempt of what followed would make sense let alone define her actions. "I didn't think—" a pause ensued by another try, "I'm sorry. I should have knocked, sir."

Another pause before moving to hang the suit on the wardrobe door, that reserved for his desired outfits or those that needed to be tailored. "Closer to the day, sir. " She kept count on the number of fittings and this was soon to reach double numbers. Every time a tiny knack was spotted, be it an incorrect stitch or miscalculated measurement, the suit had to be sent back and be corrected. The entire ordeal was nearly as sickening as the bride to be, Miss Foster. Then again, she was doused in money and that's exactly what royalty sought for; others like them. Not a little servant girl that followed instructions and orders of a vulgar woman named Marilyn who she luckily only met once. Once was enough. The reasoning behind the marriage eluded her, but it was all for status, wasn't it? "Your father requested another fitting. Would you like some assistance? If not I'll wait outside."

[niklauslikestodance-deactivated]

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[dysphorism]

DO YOU EVER JUST

GET JEALOUS SO EASILY

LIKE NO 

THAT PERSON IS MINE

DON’T BREATHE AROUND THEM PLEASE AND THANK YOU

[daniels-gillies]

[hauntedbyblood-deactivated20130]

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[hauntedbyblood-deactivated20130]

She raised her eyebrown crossing her arms, she didn’t had time for this not even with Elena. “You’re the one standing outside my home aren’t you?” she said firmly while she looked at the confused brunette. “can you keep acting like the victim all the time it’s damn exhausting if you need to tell me something or if you forgot something here take it and leave I’m not really in the mood to stand you Gilbert” 

[mybluebow]

Elena's head slowly cantered to the side, trying to determine what had drawn her to the certain blonde — one with an astonishing attitude problem at that. Her eyes still roamed to determine what the small feeling that washed over her until... Gilbert. Without hesitation the question sparked from her lips containing a rare mixture of uncertainty and authority, neither stronger than the other. "How do you know my name? We haven't met before. I knew there was something different about you." 

[fuckitxddd]

[mybluebow]

» Am I the Only One I Know?

[theravensredemption]

Damon held his breath as she took the green book from his hands. “If there’s anything in there about compulsion, let me know.” He said, blue eyes smoldering.

"What did she write?”

He hadn’t seen Elena in over week. She had called and told him that she wanted to be alone for a few days — she had made it clear that she didn’t want to see anyone. At first, he was hesitant, but she convinced him that she’d be okay. After a few days with no word from Elena, he began to worry. Which is why he wound up here — standing in her room, watching her read her diary, with a bouquet of crumpled flowers laying on the floor downstairs.

Smirking as he heard her words, Damon crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. “Yes, I do. You kno — knew I’m nosy.” Again, the empty ache in his chest made it’s presence. Damon knew if this didn’t work — if she didn’t remember — that he’d have to start from square one.

"What if she doesn’t feel the way she feltbefore?”

Shaking the horrid thought form his mind, Damon turned his attention back to Elena as she leafed through the book to what was presumably the last entry. As she read, Damon read her face. He knew she recognized her own handwriting as confusion flooded her facial expressions. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, Damon was shocked by the questions that she asked.

"Elijah? Elijah did this to her?”

"Jeremy is your brother, Elena," Damon paused as he walked over to her, cupping her face with his hand, " — he died. Those people I showed you in that picture are your parents. Elijah is an Original vampire; the one’s who started the vampire race." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Damon sighed. "What did you write?"

[mybluebow]

Elena was reluctance to answer at first. She tried to force a wash of denial over her dainty frame, but to no prevail — it was sickening how everything aligned together. The photographs she didn't recognize, but never once stopped to question. Perhaps it was a subconscious act provoked by the compulsion? Her favorite flowers laid sprawled across the downstairs floor. People demanding the knew her when all recollection was lost. However, it was still like a puzzle which still contained pieces that didn't fit or those she didn't know were lost.

                 She wouldn't have asked for compulsion, would she?

His explanation sparked a question, more questions then her mind could sort at this very moment. "Where are my parents then?" If her brother was dead that was the explanation behind him not residing here, but the reasoning behind her mother and father eluded her. Why didn't they live here? Why was she the only one?

"Um—" Elena once again looked down at the opened page, trailed her finger along the almost illegible writing, "it does mention compulsion, but there's also something about you."  By now her voice no longer contained the spark of authority, it had subdued into one threatening to break under pressure. Like asked she read the entire page until the last few sentences, pausing knowing it wouldn't cause a pleasant reaction. Despite not remembering the man before her, she didn't wish to cause harm.

                                 "I never wanted to lo—" se you, again.

                                                             Again?

She swallowed the remaining words, pushing the book against him as an indication she no longer wanted to carry on. "I'm sorry." Elena mumbled, turning her head towards the window in an attempted to hide an overwhelming onslaught of tears. A tearful choke stopped her from saying another word, even if she tried they'd be incoherent muffles. 

She caused this? Caused her mind to be ridden of something...

Irretrievable.

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