Oh my goodness, all those confessions. I'm so proud of us <3

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Oh my goodness, all those confessions. I'm so proud of us <3
Anya slid into bed with Alaric and rested her head on his chest. "I'm cold." she pouted.
Alaric gave a small smile. Poor thing. She probably wasn’t really used to being cold, yet. Or hot, or hungry. He shifted over in the bed, pulling the blanket up over her shoulders, and pulled her close.
“You won’t be for long,” he said. “I’m better than an electric blanket. Hairy chest, you know. Keeps me warm.”
I am getting a divorce from the entire citizen soldier verse because they make me have feelings and stab me in the heart and every last one of them is a cruel person who likes stabbing me in the face with fossilized tears
Your arms are nice. ~Anon
How very anonymous of you.
;Open
Elijah's settled on the couch, his tie off and the first few buttons of his shirt undone. And there's a glass of cognac on the table in front of him, no it's not his first one.
Not that he's drunk or anything. It'd take a lot more than a few glasses to do that. Though he is mildly buzzed. Which is why he had his head resting on the back of the couch with his eyes closed.
Which is why he didn't react to someone entering the house.
Have you asked Damon about what happened to Anya yet?
You again. Just go away, would you?
Anya in lingerie that you picked out begging for you.
Begging doesn’t do much for me. I’d rather she was teasing me.
♙
“I don’t know how you’re supposed to do this; say goodbye. I’ve never been good at it, and I’m not one to speak on anyone’s behalf.
But everyone should know about Anya Salvatore and her willingness to fight for the people she loved. In impossible situations, she gave everything to just make things work. And because of who she was, they often did.
She was a good person, and my best friend. I… I know once it hits me that she’s really gone, it’ll be unbearable. I only just found her again, and we still had so much to say, so much to do. I’ll miss her more than I can put into words. I just hope that wherever she is… she’s happy.”