#doeeyedgilbert

[jayje]

@doeeyedgilbert continued from here

It won’t hurt to just take one. That’s what JJ told himself, but one candy had quickly turned into two candies, and then two turned into three, and—he’d lost count of how many he’d stolen from the stash by now, honestly. His forearms were rested on the table while he intently observed Elena attempting (and soon failing) to glue the pieces of gingerbread together, the dimples in his cheeks becoming prominent while his smile widened and laughter punctuated the air. A hand flying out to snatch the remaining candies from his palm distracted him from any cheeky comments he might’ve made, the brunette’s words scolding yet playful in tone all the same.

❝ If you ask me—❞ he started to say, speaking around the candy in his mouth and pausing only because Elena’s fingers unexpectedly squeezed either side of his chin, gently yet forcibly popping the small candies out from between his lips. Whether she planned on reusing them, spit and all, or she just wanted to take them from him to get her point across, he wasn’t quite sure. Before speaking, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. ❝ I’m gonna let you off the hook this time, but that was robbery. Now hear me out. ❞

Still leaned forward, JJ pointed towards the house and moved his finger in small circles for emphasis. ❝ If I was part of this here family, I’d be less worried about decorations and more worried about my damn roof cavin’ in. I mean, I dunno about you, but I’d have some choice words for the person responsible for puttin’ my house together. ❞ His gaze darted over to her, a playful and sly grin painted across his features. Was he roasting her for her failed attempts at gluing the roof while he did nothing to help? Yes. Yes he was. ❝ I’ve seen cardboard boxes with better support. ❞

[4lexnilsen]

pretend you’re my boyfriend. || lmao shes dodging matt or some other leechy guy that’s her ex bf 10/10 😂

“pretend i’m your what?”   a confused smile unfurls from one corner of his mouth,  never quite making it to the other.   it’s a sunday morning and alexander nilsen,  a diehard fan of routine,  is spending it at the local bakery.   as always.   sitting in his usual spot as warm sun rays filter in through the nearby window,  casting golden patches of light across the worn wooden table and the keyboard of his laptop.   a half-finished chapter of a book he’s been working on staring back at him.   there’s something about the smell of freshly baked pastries combined with the scent of brewing coffee that always inspires him.   but as elena storms in,  sending the little bell above the door into a frantic jiggle,  throwing the most unexpected request straight in his face,  there’s no room for inspiration.   instead,  confusion overtakes his visage.   

“and hello to you,  too.”   he chuckles,  shaking his head and wondering if this is some kind of a prank.   it’s only when he catches a glimpse of matt donovan standing outside,  clearly about to walk in,  that her words begin to make a little more sense.   “umm…   sure.”   he’s quick to stand up,  left hand subtly closing his laptop,  keeping his little extracurricular project a secret for now,  the right one dusting off crumbs from his white t-shirt.   “you should probably…”   he blushes and begins to gesture awkwardly,  silently asking for a more affectionate hello.   couples don’t just stand awkwardly gazing at one another,  do they?   “hug me?   or something?   to make it more believable?”   he suggests,  opening his arms but leaving it up to her whether she wants to fling herself at him.   “and explain why we’re doing this?   isn’t that guy,  out there,  your actual boyfriend?” 

[flappervcmp]

@doeeyedgilbert cont. from here

Annie had known she was a doppelgänger for years now, or at least as long as she'd been a vampire. But this was the first time she'd met the human look-a-like version. Her head cocked to the side as her eyes scanned up and down the girl, looking for any small difference but seeing not a single thing out of place. The same down the barely visible freckles on her nose.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not doing it on purpose. Your heart is just... loud."

[flappervcmp]

@doeeyedgilbert cont. from here

After the chaotic event they both went through, having one of, who she assumed, was Klaus's minions come after Elena but finding them both instead, not realizing that there was another doppelganger in town and him trying his best to get at Elena but Annie wasn't having it. She wasn't much of a fighter, but luckily she had speed on her side and he didn't stand too much of a chance before he was staked, down and out for good.

She'd had help though, Elena distracting him with her humanity, using his bloodlust to their advantage. "Always? That's a long time Elena. I think I should be the one saying that. I won't let them take you, not ever."

[jeremydied]

"How did you get that scar?"

WHERE FROGS GO TO FLY.

THE        REAL        ANSWER        ISNT         WHAT        ELENA        NEEDS        TO        HEAR.        It isn't silly or humorous,        it isn't charming,        nor was it an accident to be associated with mere clumsiness.         Jeremy is an addict,        and things are better left unsaid if it meant he'd be looked at like a child or a ticking time bomb like he always is whenever he's less than perfect.         Nevertheless,        his shoulders rise and fall amongst the swished away cigarette smoke and leftover Dr. Pepper that's being brought to his lips instead.         "Being a hunter doesn't come without scraped knees."        Neither does being someone who elopes and wanders when they're not supposed to either.         Jeremy's mouth still remains perked up in a small smirk,        head lolling to the side as he perches one leg up to rest his cheek against.

"Isn't it badass?"

[xnokturn]

@doeeyedgilbert

The vampire known as Rose-Marie was in the middle of discussion with Elena, when her eyes glazed over and her expression turned blank. It lasted for only a second, before the elder Petrova entered the room, her own eyes covered completely in black. This is all too easy, she thought, before using her mind domination to influence the vampire to walk off, as if in a daze.

When she turned to her descendant, her eyes came back to normal.

❝It won't be long before the effect wears off. I strongly suggest you follow me,❞ Tatia said with a smile, before turning her back to the fellow doppelgänger and heading towards the door. ❝That is, unless you wish to remain here.❞

[thepsychicsalvatore]

🔮 starter call for @doeeyedgilbert

It hadn't been Ellie's intention initially to pop by the Gilbert house for a visit, especially when she knew of the rough patch occurring between her brother and Elena. After all, it wasn't her place to speak on such personal matters ... yet the familiar heavy feeling inside of her wouldn't leave her alone: feelings that didn't belong to Ellie although her psychic senses picked up as if they were her own. Her instincts told her it was Elena who needed the comfort, and understandably so - learning the existence of vampires was a lot for anyone to process.

However whether or not Elena would be open to talking to Ellie was uncertain. Even so, Ellie came prepared: a small box of warm cupcakes in hand with Elena's favourite flavor (she may or may not have had a vision sneak-peak).

She knocked on the front door to the Gilbert house, waiting patiently for someone on the otherside to open the door. Footsteps caught Ellie's heightened vampire senses. The young girl immediately straightened her posture, a dimpled smile already upon her friendly face even before the door opened. At the reveal of Elena, Ellie raised the small box of cupcakes. "I come in peace." She teased, her raspy voice happy and sweet, "I figured maybe cupcakes and a little company wouldn’t hurt.”

[shecompromises]

@doeeyedgilbert asked: you don't have to go through this by yourself.

The air still feels wrong, like something was just here and decided to leave. My head hurts in that dull way, the way it does when I push too hard. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. Too loud for comfort.

She looks at me like she already knows what it costs. For a second, I don’t answer. I’ve heard words like that before. Promises. People saying they’ll stay. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they can’t.

“I’m used to it,” I say finally. My voice is small, but steady. “Being alone. Being the one who does it but..” I add, slower, like I’m testing the word, “I don’t want to be anymore.” My throat tightens and I hate it, i swallow hard and uncomfortable.

I take a breath. “If you stay — if you really want to stay — I will try to protect you too.”

But I've learned that's no longer a thing I can promise.