The woods passed the witch by like a subtle blur, like a dark shadow on a dark night— it was the last thing on the almost smiling witch’s mind. The edges of her lips, blank but willing to give into the smile, were imbued by the spinning feeling of being free after gripping the burden of death with both hands and throwing it back.
It didn’t worry Bonnie that Jeremy was once again on the Other Side facing the isolation that had ground her sanity. It didn’t bother her, because she was okay. Neglected and unthought about by her friends, she was okay. It almost fashioned tears in her curious, beaming emerald gaze as she was no longer shaking in uncertainty and idleness— she’d turned the tables [she was strong enough.]And she wouldn’t turn them back.
However, there was one thing that could call to Bonnie from the dark, and her bare feet drove her there, green eyes coming to dance upon a disregarded safe.
A private joke seemed to light up Bonnie's lips after wide and curious eyes inspected the box. Her parted lips closed as she ran her fingers over the metal slowly, her chest rising, drunk, as the darkness, the lust within ran through her arm and down her spine.
The lock begun to unwind without touch so that Bonnie could gaze at someone just as wronged as she had been. She crossed her arms and leant against one of the walls, gazing down at the embodiment of hunger. The small brunette witnessed Stefan’s orbs play under their lids and decided now was the moment for her voice to cut the silence, “Sleep well?”
