#hisbattles

[nightmaer]

❛ you aren't going anywhere without me. ❜ @hisbattles.

❛          stefan,         ❜       his name comes out as a sigh,    almost.    she was halfway through opening the door before he’d stopped her.     door closes with a click as she turns to face him.     brows furrow together,     features are a mix of confusion and worry.    the push and pull of wanting back up but not allowing anyone else to get hurt.   it seemed year by year the people she cared about was slowly dwindling, them either in a grave or far away from mystic falls.    this place she called home:    learned to ride her bike on the fields,     sleepovers with bonnie and elena in her back garden,      the streets she’d walked down with her mother,    hand in hand    —      all of it had been tainted.    a darkness lurked in every place of this town.    it was impossible to miss,      the way the shadows lurked and devoured anything weak. she could no longer be weak, no longer lose pieces of herself.

blonde takes a step towards him,    wondering if there was any way she could talk him out of coming with her.   knows that if it were roles reversed,   she would be stood where he was,    saying the exact same thing.    ❛         you can’t come.     i’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you.         ❜

[gilbheart]

      [ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒? 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄... 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇-𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇? 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒... ] the final sentence in for her early entry. elena sets her pen down and closes the journal. it's only morning, but one glance out her window this AM brought out those familiar pages: she could already tell what kind of day it was going to be. one of those, she sighs to herself. but suddenly, in the corner of the glass barricade that was her window, a p a r t i c u l a r silhouette appeared. the doppelgänger spots a SALVATORE; the mere recognition in itself sends a jolt to her stomach. ❝ stefan! ❞ the gilbert girl wasted no time and raced downstairs to greet @hisbattles.

[staerdvst]

✧ ALIAS : [ @hisbattles ] ― starter.

she wants to fight, to shout. she wants to shouts so loudly that everyone around goes deaf because they aren't hearing her out anyway. they think they know what's best for her, but it just feels like another person ( her friends ) wants to control her life, her choices: hasn't she gone through enough of that? ❝ you're not hearing me out, stefan. this is who i want to be. who i'm meant to be. don't you. . . ❞ there's a sigh, almost as if she's giving up ( she is partly. she is ready to leave mystic falls behind, to leave so she can be who she wants to. so she can finally have a choice. ) ❝ —don't you see that you're denying me making my own choice? and how is that different from what damon did to me, or katherine? ❞

[tormentbled]

@hisbattles​  :   ‘ i’m no good at goodbyes. ’ / caroline pls

        ❛  then  don’t  make  it  a  goodbye,  stefan.  ❜  the  blonde  took  a  step  forward  as  hands  reached  outwards  to  grasp  onto  his  hands.  ❛  don’t  go.  stay.  stay  with  me  and  we’ll  figure  everything  out.  ❜  caroline’s  heart  was  slowly  shattering  inside  of  her  chest  at  the  thought  of  him  leaving,  of  not  having  him  there.  he  was  her  rock,  the  one  able  to  break  through  her  sometimes  whirlwind  of  a  mind.  what  would  she  do  without  him  ?

[pitrova]

╰     @hisbattles​    .          ››          ♡ ‘   starter call   .

it’s   laughable   really.     how   breathless   a   vampire   can   become   from   the   affections   and   the   looks   of   a   human.     a   boy   at   that.     there   was   no   mistaking   the   difference   between   the   two   brothes.     from   characteristics   to   personalities,     it   was   becoming   harder   and   harder   for   the   dark-haired   beauty   to   make   a   choice.     the   bodice   felt   tight   on   her   body.     like   the   ropes   were   trying   to   crash   through   her   ribs   and   tear   apart   her   lungs.     a   gruesome   death   if   it   were   to   become   reality   but   nothing   that   she   wouldn’t   come   back   from.     melodic,     the   sound   escaping   her   lips   yet   a   humorless   chuckle.     lots   of   her   emenies   would   claim   that   nothing   existed   that   could   kill   her,     not   even   a   stake   through   her   heart.     since   she   needed   a   heart   in   the   first   place.     deep   chestnut   eyes   search   through   the   vast   ballroom   to   find   him.     bingo !   ━━━   and   there   goes   her   breath   again   &   another   violent   skip   of   her   nonexisting   heart.

  “  stefan!  “    the   name   leaves   through   her   teeth   like   a   prayer.     for   he   was   her   salvation.

[atdeathes]

                @hisbattles​   GETS  A  PRIVATE  STARTER  FOR  :      STEFAN  SALVATORE .

                                      she  does  her  best  to  bite  back  her  giggle  as  she  leaves  the  test  and  onesie  on  the  bed  for  when  he  comes  home  from  work .                                     she  knows  he  will  do  as  he  always  does .                                kiss  her ,        then  go  upstairs  to  change  .                               almost  bouncing  when  he  comes  home ,                                throwing  her  arms  around  his  neck  and  pressing  her  lips  to  his  own .                                ’          welcome  home ,                      i’ve  missed  you .          ’

[nowimamxnster]

          “   i   need  a  drink ,  ”    she   mumbled  ,   fidgeting  in  her  wedding  gown  as  she  leaned  forward  to  grab  the  nearest  bottle --  anything  would  do  at  that  point --   and  take  a  dramatic  swig  from  it  .  she  was  married .   married  to  a  guy  she  hardly  knew  anything  about  aside  from  the  fact  that  his  parents  were  loaded  and  he  used  to  play  with  worms  when  they  were  kids  .   what  world  were  they  living  in  ?    where  it  was  okay  to   pawn  off  your  children  like  they  were  animals  or  objects  .  normally  she  would  have  found  a  way  out  of  it  ,   terrorizing  her  parents  in  the  process  ,   but  even  she  knew  her  limits  .    she  fucked  up  one  too  many  times ,  particularly  after  her  quite  scandalous  trip  to  ibiza  a  year  back ,  and  knew  that  not  obliging  with  the  marriage  would  mean  getting  kicked  out  of  the  family  for  good  .   see ,   her  parents  were  never  in  it  for  love .  it  was  about  status ,   reputation  ,   money ,   and  ever  since  she  could  remember  she’d  been  hellbent  on  ruining  all  of  that  for  them .   was  it  a  cry  for  attention  ?   for  love ?   her  several  therapists  seemed  to  think  so ,  but  she  liked  to  think  of  it  as  stirring  the  pot  a  bit  .     “  so,   uh ,  you  clean  up  nice  .   that’s  a  plus .   my  parents  must  love  that  .  my  last  boyfriend  liked  to  not  wear  shoes .   he  said  it  just  got  between  him  and  the  universe  .   but  you...you’re  wearing  shoes .   prada  at  that  .   amazing .  ”    god ,   they  really  handpicked  their  dream  man  for  her .  cleaned  up ,  straight-edge  ,   annoyingly  good  looking  .  it  was  every  guy  she  avoided  being  with  her  entire  life  .     “  what  are  your  thoughts  on  all  of  this ?  on  us  being ...  us  all  of  a  sudden ?  ”   they  had  a  few  minutes  of  alone  time  to  kill  before  needing  to  head  out  and  smile  for  the  cameras .  they  might  as  well  get  down  to  the  serious  conversations  .    “  was  this  what  you  wanted ? ”              @hisbattles      /    plotted  starter  !

[ofinsecuritiies]

THE SHARP PAIN THAT SHOOTS UP HER FOOT AND LEG when she steps on a lego brick is all too familiar by now. but it still hurts like a bitch. caroline curses under her breath and leans against the wall so she can rub her right foot without losing her balance. before she can curse some more, she spots a mane of blonde curls and a pair of emerald green eyes peeking through the door that lead to the living room. ❝ what did i tell you about leaving your toys in the hallway? ❞ caroline asks firmly as she puts her foot down - and away from the damned plastic brick -, eyes never leaving her daughter. ❝ that i shouldn’t do that because they might hurt someone. ❞ the five-year-old says, small shoulders slumping like they always do when she feels sad or guilty. or both. ❝ i’m sorry, mommy. ❞ caroline dodges a few other toys while making her way to her daughter and crouches down in front of her, placing her hands on her upper arms and rubbing them soothingly. ❝ it’s okay, baby. now, will you please put them away so we can go to the park? ❞ the smile that appears in the little girl’s lips is wide, bright and could light up a room and caroline can’t help but chuckle. god, she loves her so much. tiny arms wrap themselves around caroline’s neck and she immediately wraps her own around her daughter’s waist, hugging her for a few moments before letting her go and watching as she sauntered over to where lego bricks and other toys were scattered across the wooden floor. the older blonde stands up and starts making her way to the kitchen so she can prepare some snacks to take to the park, but the knock on her door makes her stop dead on her tracks and glance over her shoulder. they weren’t expecting anyone today. in fact, caroline had made sure not to make any plans with friends so she could spend some quality time with her daughter. slowly, she turns around and starts walking towards the door. she feels somewhat uneasy but decides to ignore it as she twists the knob and pulls the door open. then her breathing hitches and she swears her heart stops beating for a second or two. staring at her, a pair of eyes in the exact same shade as her daughter’s. ❝ stefan. ❞ caroline can’t mask the surprise in her voice. they’d agreed not to see each other. and, for the past six years, it had worked. so why was he standing on her front porch now? without so much as giving her a heads up first? ❝ what are you doing here? ❞  

@hisbattles ♔ based off of THIS