#gilbheart

[broknfeed]

"Still mad?"

“ —- how could I stay mad at you.”

[bourbonxblood]

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

@gilbheart Tension Liner Prompts

Damon’s eyes flicked over her face once more before he looked away with exaggerated innocence, lifting one hand like he’d been caught committing some terrible crime. “Looking at you like what?” The corner of his mouth curved, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He leaned back slightly, pretending distance made him less obvious. “Concerned? Annoyed? Mildly impressed that you’re still standing here giving me orders?” His gaze found her again despite himself softer now though despite trying to bury it under the usual smirk. “Relax, Elena. I’m not trying to read your diary with my eyes. Though for the record, you make it very hard not to notice when something’s wrong.”

[broknfeed]

"No. Whatever you're about to ask, the answer is no."

“You kind of remind me of her. A little spunk. A little — spice. I wasn’t asking, by the way. I’m telling you, you’re coming with me.”

[broknfeed]

"You're not sorry, don't even pretend."

“No, I’m not sorry. Why would I be sorry for letting Stefan become ripper? That’s his fault. But, if seeing him be back home means the world to you, I’ll go look for him.”

[crowsalvation]

you only care when it affects you. / Damon.

RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS. accepting

Damon’s head tilted the second the words left her mouth, like he was actually weighing them, turning them over in his mind as if there might’ve been some deeper philosophy tucked inside.

Then he nodded. “Well, duh.”

It came out easy, almost amused, like she’d pointed out something painfully obvious rather than insulting. His hand closed around her arm right above the elbow before she could fire back, grip firm as he steered her off the walking path.

Only when they reached a empty pocket of space did he let go.

He glanced around briefly, eyes skimming the people passing by, ensuring no one was paying too much attention before his gaze dropped back down to her. “Why would I care when it doesn’t affect me?” he asked, brows lifting slightly, genuinely questioning her logic rather than mocking it.

“I hate being dragged into shit, Elena.” His jaw flexed faintly as he spoke, the irritation slipping through now, quieter but sharper. “And newsflash,” he added, voice lowering a notch, “when I do get involved… it’s usually because of you.”

[vmprre]

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

she  is  worth  whatever  chaos  she  brings  to  the  table  and  he  knows  it.  sometimes  he  wonders  where  her  strength  came  from.  how  a  single  human  soul  could  endure  so  much  and  still  draw  breath.  since  the  salvatore  brothers  arrival,  her  world  spiraled  into  a  relentless  NIGHTMARE.  she  watched  people  she  loved  be  torn  from  her,  stumbled  upon  secrets  that  shattered  the  shape  of  her  reality,  and  fallen  into  a  darkness  that  refuses  to  release  her,  no  matter  how  desperately  she,  and  everyone  else,  clawed  at  the  edges.  her  fate,  her  future:  sealed.  they  all  know  it.  it’s  just  a  matter  of  time.  there’s  something  about  this  place,  about  these  people  . . .   he  found  himself  attached.  impossible  to  walk  away.  not  so  long  a  few  assholes  abducted  stefan  and  ever  since  then  damon  felt  this  annoying,  irritable  responsibility  to  keep  his  little  brother  safe  &  sound.  he  couldn’t  leave  town,  not  when  his  own  flesh  and  blood  was  in  danger.  he’d  rather  die,  admitting  that  oud  loud.  but  it’s  the  truth,  one  he  intends  to  keep  a  secret.  and  then  there  was  her.  pretty  elena  gilbert.  the  doppelganger.  a  spitting  image  of  the  girl  he  loved  centuries  ago  and  yet …   so  different.  warmth  in  her  eyes.  he  doesn’t  know  how  he  feels  about  her.  he  hated  her,  hurted  her,  avoided  her,  protected  her,  cared  for  her.  a  mixture  of  nothing  and  yet  everything.  ‘’like  what?’’  he  replies  back,  eyes  filled  with  a  certain  darkness  looking  at  her,  observing  every  little  movement  she  makes.  ‘’it’s  the  same  look  you’ve  been  giving  me.’’  a  step  taken,  taking  her  in.  not  keeping  it  a  secret.  ‘’frustrating,  isn’t  it?  to  care  for  something,  someone, you’re  not  supposed  to.’’

[devilfated]

@gilbheart said: "No one sees the battles we fight within ourselves every single day."

     "SPARE ME THE ELENA GILBERT SYMPATHY SPEECH." Klaus huffed, shifting his head with the little freedom he had to do so. They had both been captured and forced to endure the haunted memories of their past. Bloody witches. Cuffed around his neck was a wolfsbane-tipped chain, weakening him with every turn. "You lot come into my town, asking for favors, and get us captured. You'd better hope the brothers who pine oh-so desperately for you are right behind you. Elijah appears to be out of commission."

[ofdamages-arc]

@gilbheart​ said: “this isn’t the way. this is never the way.”

  his tongue swipes at the blood that remains on his lips from the now dead man on the floor. he turns to face the highly judgmental looking brunette and smirks lazily. “ it is when you have nothing to lose and well... ” he gestures at himself as if it should be obvious.   his focus slides back to the body on the floor and a small frown pulls at his lips. who is she to judge him, anyway? she knows nothing about him. she’d made it bitingly clear that she would never kiss him– love him. he truly had no one. he’s back in his hometown to torment stefan and now that he knows katherine was never in the tomb like she was supposed to be, he should really just leave. but there is one thing that keeps him from going and she’s standing behind him, eyes boring into his back.   pulling a poker from the set, he lays his forearm against the fireplace mantle and prods at the logs beneath. “ i mean, if you have a better idea, i’m all ears. but try to keep the self-righteous judgments to a minimum, m’kay? ”