#gilbertsaviour

[seesgood]

one of the perks of their friend group is the small hoard of spare keys in the event of lockouts ,  vacations ,  or emergencies .  and this qualifies as an emergency .  caroline drags elena into sabrina’s apartment ,  locking the door behind her .  she needs an outfit --- something chic and cute but that also seems earthy and vaguely boho ,  because the guy she met on tinder last week is taking her to some vegan experience that she’s already dreading .  but he’s ripped and has a full sleeve tattoo and beard and the other day she saw harrison’s ex wife slipping out of his apartment .  so this is an emergency .   ❝ whatever you do ,  keep confidential information to a minimum ,  okay ?  sab’s apartment has spies .  and by spies ,  i mean that . ❞  she nods towards the black cat curled on the couch ,  salem’s head only barely lifting to give her a look that makes it obvious that he knows .  and he’s listening .   ❝ unless the confidential information you want to share is to tell me what’s going on with you and nanzopam . ❞          /          @gilbertsaviour​   +   i chose the best of both worlds ,  which is carolena besties and caroline being irrationally paranoid .

[caudexiism]

@gilbertsaviour​  - elena to nathan.

[ text ] why do you only text me at 3am?

[text] when else am i supposed to text you?

[legends-and-savages]

Rooster didn’t particularly need to be in this section of the base.  He just happened to know she was working.  A knock on the door as he popped his head around the corner.  “Hey Elena.”  He said.  “You free for lunch?  I’ve got a few hours before I have to be back here for more training.”  The training was going fine and he would even say that he and Mav were even fixing things.

@gilbertsaviour​

[hercesofourtime]

@gilbertsaviour​ said:

“You ever just want to cuddle your bestie?”

Nathan looked up, he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he replied, “I mean I’m not the biggest cuddler.” A small breath left his lips, “how many times do I need to tell you that you actually gotta tell me what it is that you want. The only game I play is basketball,” a sigh escaped from his lips, “and besides that I thought we agreed on not playing games.”

[bytheanchor]

@gilbertsaviour​ continued  | [ FROM ] |

                                         "Shh...” He hushed very gently as he secured her tightly in his arms, hoping to comfort her. “You’re okay, I’m okay. Everyone’s okay.” He repeated, a tone of promise to his words, as though the mere repetition could it make it so that it was true, not only at the moment, but always. For a long time, he had blamed himself for bringing danger into her normal, human, life. But now he understood that this was a burden they both shared. Even if he were to go away, Elena would always be under some risk of some kind, she’d never be safe from the supernatural, because she was one of them. So all he could do was stay, and protect her with everything he had. 

He stroked her back and kissed her shoulder, her neck, her face, him too relishing in her warmth and safety. As they pulled back then, he cupped her face, stroking her cheeks, and smiled at the words, despite the nearly ever present press to his brows in concern, “I love you, too,” he promised again. That was another promise he made easily. He loved her wholly, and there was nothing that could take him from her, except for her own will. “I’ll always come back to you,” he said as though he was reminding her, reminding her that he had given his word long ago and wouldn’t break it. His eyes darted over her face, and down and up her one more time, just to be sure, “is everyone else okay? Jeremy?” He asked.

[aubainmary]

@gilbertsaviour​

“Elena! It’s so great to see you!” Mary had been rather busy lately, despite her pregnancy, and could use some time off to relax with a friend. She’d invited Elena to have a drink with her near the Ohio river. She beamed as she pulled her into a warm hug. “How have you been? Are you completely ready to become an auntie to our little one?” She teased gently while she touched her belly. 

[waywardera]

❛ you don’t have to choose anymore. between loving me or hating me. you can do both at the same time. ❜ ( to mateo )

A HUFF of breath combs the tension on the angel's shoulders. Mateo geared himself for a fight, for yet another barbed comment on his decision as if he hadn't ripped his heart out in the process. The resignation on Elena's voice, the outright permission in destroying what they hold between them, is what gives him pause.

"I don't hate you," he's quick to rebuff. Because he doesn't; he can't. The word will never find a home even in the mere outskirts of what he feels for her. No matter the history that still lay heavily on them, Mateo can never deny the depths of which Elena's burrowed her way into his very being.

And therein lies the problem.

"I hate what you've made me become. I hate who I am because of you."

He tries to hide how he falters on his next words.

"I hate that I love you."

[waywardera]

❛ in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. ❜ ( to mateo )

HE mourns for something he could have, for something he did have once when recklessness overshadowed reasoning. Mateo gambled with his love and pulled out his aces; dared anyone to take his winnings.

But he is only an angel and he can no longer fool himself into thinking that he could keep Elena safe from the consequences of his actions.

He stares at her, hands cupping her face as his fingertips brush against the curve of her lips. Beautiful, he means to say out loud. She should always be reminded of it.

"In another life, I would have fought for you." He should have in this one. Mateo knows this. "In that life, maybe I would have won."