#* elena gilbert.

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NEW ELENA VERSE JUST DROPPED ! once she's vampire , and after she gets -- possessed was it ? by katherine , and her two boyfriends take ages to recognize it's not in fact her , elena decides to get the f u c k out of dodge without notice to the salvatore brothers . she goes to seattle , and chooses to go around without humanity for a while ( this can vary ) . the only people she might keep in touch with are bonnie , care , and jeremy ( was he alive ? ) .

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@katerynas ! ❛  didn’t you listen to what i just said?  ❜ # elena 🙃

oh she'd heard what she said , damn loud and clear , sure . " yeah ! " she turned her head towards katherine , brows arched in sudden defiance . a surprise for all , surely most of all for her . this ... walking on eggshells had drained her , and now they were stuck and she was cold and soaking wet , and this All Powerful , Very Scary ( certified ) vampire's proposal was --- what ? going out again in the dead of night with a broken down car , in a downpour of such proportions ? things were bad enough already . " yeah , i heard you , katherine . i was just trying to figure out if it was a joke or genuinely your best idea . "

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❛ I can feel your heart beating. ❜ / elena

and it's embarrassing . now she's even more aware that her whole body's in tension , as though it needs to be alert in all senses to keep up with stefan's tiniest movements : his chest rising and falling or the shifting of his eyes . his hand is resting easily atop of her chest , the lazy morning of ignored responsibilities gifted them with a blizzard outside . she smiles frankly , shifting a bit under the covers and finding his legs with her cold toes . " way to make a girl nervous , stefan . " the deliverance is soft , she can just see half his face through her peripheral vision .

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@tofeelthecold ! elena gilbert & damon salvatore .

" innocence died screaming . honey , ask me , i should know . "

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@salvatoraes ! elena gilbert & stefan salvatore .

" you know the distance ... never made a difference to me . " she breathed out the confession nearly like a prayer .

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@staerdvst ! claiming this . elena & caroline .

" i'm done , caroline . they can --- this is unbelieveable . they can drop dead for all i care , i'm done . i'm done , i'm done , this is -- this shit's enough . " lately things came to many a breaking point , and then carried on breaking . she had been shunned away in her own body , inside her own mind and the two men that claimed to love her were just -- oblivious ? unknowing to her not being herself ? they could die . they could go . " where 're you ? i'll meet you . " enough was enough . the phone was pressed against her ear , upheld by her shoulder as she paced and grabbed the few things she cared enough to maybe keep .

it was heartbreaking , if she was to be a bit more honest with herself . she was hurt : it had been terrifying , but maybe more terrifying was finding that nobody was able to tell . that it took so long . that was enough , that was sufficient . there was nothing else left for her in mystic falls , nothing that could tie her to that open grave where invisible hands seemed to be wanting to grab her and drag her down to that quiet rest she'd avoided so many years ago . but elena didn't want that , she wanted to see something new , find someplace different , big , surprising , where she could maybe get lost and maybe be nobody and find a bed and not a coffin to lay down her head during the nights .

a warm body was out of the question .

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are you okay ? you seem ... (@Elena)

" i seem what ? different ? " she probably looked whole again , or absolutely empty , or just generally speaking something was off . bonnie would be right to note so , yes . everyone seemed so surprise , but yet there she was just ... thinking it was the most natural thing , a state of utmost immortality , the only way to get through the grief that weighed on her and had done so since the night at wickery bridge . " i am , bons . but , oh , i'm good . " / @townwxtch !

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“   i  smell  something  burni—   are  you  trying  to  make  breakfast ?   ” ( stefan @ elena? )

she's struggling more like . with the pan , and the batter , and trying to be silent enough not to wake him . to surprise him , but really her father had always been the one to surprise with breakfast in the morning , whereas the two kids and miranda would lounge in bed , maybe even wait it out watching early - morning cartoons in the weekends . then she'd been a teenager , and a mean girl at that , and the actions had stemmed from the boys she was with , and nothing else . not a centimeter to budge . and now - now she so much enjoyed the look of him , finally so peaceful . she began to understand her father's impulse , drive , to do that gesture . but she'd , seemingly , failed . startled , and features contorting to an involuntary - and more frustrated than anything else - pout , the brunette put the pan back down on the open flame , and pushed her hair back and off her shoulder . " listen - " she began , then puffed her cheeks out as she sighed . " - pancakes are harder than they seem , 'kay ? they're scheming little shits . " tough words for soft batter , elena , honestly . / @nighthcwling : the art of domesticity .