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cue the soft smooch on @phantomseen‘s lips.

#✿ * ╱ ; INTERACTIONS.#ft. elena.#phantomseen

ENVISION : young man, bored to madness. elder salvatore is the portrait of dionysus as he revels in the house no longer his home ; with empty glasses discarded about, carelessness evident in his exploration of stefan and uncle zach’s belongings. god, the two of them were painfully boring. ( a house this big for the taking and the two of them simply used it to hoard dusty salvatore relics from the last century. yawn. ) damon’s flipping mindlessly through one of stefan’s journals when he hears the crunch of gravel outside a nearby window, heightened senses instantly putting him on the edge of alertness when his spine straightens. the front door creaks in the slightest and it takes a mere second for damon to find a perch from the second story. and suddenly, he’s found his means of entertainment for the afternoon. he watches a shock of dark hair walk the floor below — the beating of her heart echoes in his ears, the backing track to her human life. truth be told, he didn’t need to see her face to know who she was, to envision what this girl looked like : features that would be alarmingly familiar, that stirred a feeling yet to be named in his gut. and as she turns, a certain softness can be seen in her countenance, an innocence that the predecessor had never bore. something deep within him twists at the sight ; but he gives her no more than a few moments to take in the boarding house before silently appearing behind her . "you must be elena," he says by way of greeting. a smile twitches at the corners of his lips as he takes her in -- certainly not katherine. he’d be able to tell, damon’s conscience insists. but would you? a muted part of him counters. “stefan has talked all about you.”

rewrite d*lena challenge for @fatalsmile

#mediocre yet unnecessarily long winded starter take 2 #╰ — d.s. but if i choose the darkness instead. ( narrative. )#location: boarding house.#╰ — arc i. do you know who you’re letting in? ( timeline. )#ft. elena.

she should feel hot, caroline recognizes. with all of her senses on overdrive, the four blankets piled onto her curled up figure ought to leave her sweating. but instead she’s cold, alone, and in the dark. ( remind her why she ever thought any of those twilight vampires were remotely sexy? so far, vampirism just fucking sucked. ) despite the duvet thrown over her head, caroline can hear stefan and elena murmuring to each other in the living room beyond her door. the blonde wishes nothing more than to tune them out -- their hushed voices, the construction workers hammering away outside her window, the way elena’s heart feels louder than caroline’s own. so much / too much, threatening to overwhelm her again.

it’s when the front door shuts with a click that caroline eases out of bed. she’s weary, nervous, as she moves toward her bedroom door. should she really be left alone with elena? especially after what she had done the night before? a hand rakes through tangled curls and there’s a wince when fingers brush past a matted spot -- blood, missed in the shower just hours ago. yet another reminder about why she should lock herself in her room and not leave for a week. come on, caroline, you can’t avoid her forever. bright irises squeeze shut for a beat before she reaches out and turns the handle, her footsteps all but silent as she eases toward the sound of clinking dishes.

“uh, morning,” the blonde greets when she comes into view of her roommate. really, that’s the best you’ve got? “want some help making breakfast? i have this amazing waffle recipe saved on pinterest.” and now you’re overcompensating. great.

baby vamp caroline almost murders a man: the morning after edition for @fatalsmile .

#╰ — arc ii. but perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other. ( timeline. )#╰ — c.f. fire in her heart / honey in her soul. ( narrative. )#location: carolena apartment.#ft. elena.#the way i'm so rusty w all of these character voices rn