May 12, 2018
@inconnu--dreamscapes || Damon
A smile spread over her face. He seemed distracted by the book he was reading. Quietly she approached him and took a seat next to him before laying her head on his shoulder. “What are you reading?”
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@inconnu--dreamscapes || Damon
A smile spread over her face. He seemed distracted by the book he was reading. Quietly she approached him and took a seat next to him before laying her head on his shoulder. “What are you reading?”
@inconnu--dreamscapes || Alaric.
The pub was quiet tonight, perfect for some sketching. Henry’s brown curls fell forward as he hunched over the table, his blue eyes focused on the drawing he was doing. He hadn’t noticed the man taking a seat next to him and order a drink. Henry grabbed for his eraser to remove his mistake and redo the lines.
@inconnu--dreamscapes || Stefan. (Au ish thing)
“So...” Elena let out a breath as she put both hands on either side of his face. They had only met that day but already they had gone on a date, the movie to be exact. It was a strong kind of infatuation and she really wanted to kiss him until she was startled by the porch lights coming on. Damn nosy father. “Sorry, that’s my dad. I gotta go but..can we do this again?” Her brown eyes were hopeful.
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“Oh, I’m sorry, were you talking?”
@inconnu--dreamscapes || For Damon.
She may have been covered in dirt and blood but she wasn’t about to give up. The pain in her leg throbbed as she pulled herself off the ground and gritted her teeth, droplets of rain splashing around her as she reached for her hand gun. Silver bullets were expensive little bastards but every since she discovered the existence of stake bullets, she hadn’t looked back, not much anyways.
Strands of fiery red hair stuck to her skin from the rain’s moisture, her clothes damp and wrinkled, clinging to her form as her pale hands held the gun, her finger on the trigger, firing at his legs and ankles, intending to throw off his balance. “This isn’t fucking over, not fucking yet, you undead asshole piece of FUCKING SHIT!”
“Say there, big boy, got any canned fish, preferably of the saltwater variety? Hm?”
@inconnu--dreamscapes || damon. let the snark begin.
@inconnu--dreamscapes || Stefan.
“Come on, quit sulking so we can party like it’s 1984.”
@inconnu--dreamscapes || Hikaru.
“But why are they green?! Green is not a romantic color, red is!”