xcutebruiser
'comrades', those enhanced of would-be { inexhaustible } strength in particular, fit perfectly where elena's exhaustion squelches any hopes of moving.
the two have been decorating.
-- or rather, are supposed to be.
the gilbert's gasp contorts into a whimsical pout; fatigue at its peak.
"I feel useless," she warbles, hopeful the blonde will stop in her efforts, stop sashing variegated ribbons around furniture as if lives depend on it. "How about a break? I'm sure Tyler will be happy with or without stripes hanging everywhere. It's a birthday party, not College Reunion."













