Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine. What does mine do?
The young witch had her usually stubborn chin propped into the embrace of her palm, her hazy, emerald gaze skimming the expensive rug that adorned the Salvatore mansion. It’d been twenty minutes since Jeremy had uttered the third thing to her— he loved her— to which she’d just nodded, tears welling within her gaze until she asked him for time alone; she didn’t want to see Jeremy disappear like he’d never existed at all when it happened. Bonnie wanted to be alone, just this once, and be there for herself when the Other Side was wiped out.
However, the idea was partially blemished by the older Salvatore stalking into the room some time ago, his own orbs as raw and torn as hers were— and… It made the Bennett witch’s heart ache. In no way had Bonnie picked Damon’s effort in bringing her back, just the same, she didn’t pick that he’d sit, coincidently, right beside her on the couch, downing his bourbon as his face shook.
She was still watching him, even now, waiting for her lights to fade.
[Damon would be the last face she’d see— and she didn’t have a problem with that.]
But another ten minutes passed, and instead of an end greeting the young witch, the only change visible was the way Damon’s eyes had fallen shut and his form had begun to fall swiftly towards her. Bonnie didn’t make a point to move or flinch— he’d go right through her after all—
The warmth of the sleeping and unconscious body of Damon Salvatore hit her lap effortlessly, leaving Bonnie as pale as what a ghost should be. She could feel him; Bonnie could feel his heat warming her body as though she’d suffered a month in the Antarctic; his musky smell invaded her nose instantly, his hand resting on her knee— she felt it all, and all the witch could do was shake with an oncoming smile.
"Damon— oh my god— — I’m—I’m here.” And though he was fast asleep, Bonnie didn’t make any attempt to leave, only to move her hands so that they clutched the vampire’s broad shoulder’s in awe, orbs welling in deserved tears as her face ducked to rest against the back of his torso, shaking.
[She was alive— because of him.]
She couldn’t fathom it in that moment. But, Bonnie’s lips parted in a mesmerising amount of gratefulness; after all, Damon had said the words many times to her, and now it was rightfully, her turn,
