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[12144enzo]

Let her go

And she was gone… It had been so easy, just a flick of his wrist, the bracelet leaving a slight burn on his hand that had been only too easy to ignore because he knew that what he was about to do would hurt him much more than the slight sting that vervain left on him. A look in her eyes, one last look, a few words, and that was all that was needed to send her away, to bring her in safety, to safe her the life that she thought could be a gift. But it wasn’t. It was a curse. He loved Maggie too much to do that to her. What he had just done had been the only right thing to do.

Why did it feel so wrong then? Why did it hurt so much? Even the pain of the vervain bracelet in his hand when he handed it back over to him was something he could barely feel over the pain he felt in his heart. He sat down against the wall, pulling up his legs, wrapping his arms around them, as if he could forget what he had just done by shutting out the world. But that didn’t work. Of course it didn’t work. The chair where she should have been sitting was still standing in front of his cell, and it seemed more present than it had ever been when she had still occupied it. He had poured his heart out with her. She had been the only one knowing exactly how he felt, how the walls of his cell depressed him, how he feared the opening of the door in the morning, and how great his relief was when it was her coming in, and not one of the doctors. He was never going to show that fear, to no one. She was the only one who knew. But not anymore. She knew nothing about him anymore, and that thought might have him feel even more alone than her actual leaving.

Had this been love? He had been fairly sure it was. It had been a crazy idea to fall in love with a woman who was siding with his enemies, but you didn’t get to chose who you loved. He had fought it, he didn’t want to get involved with one of them, but slowly she had managed to convince him she was on his side, not on theirs. And that was when it started. That was when he hadn’t been able anymore to hold back. She had been the one he was looking forward to see when he woke up in the morning. When he was on that damned table again, he managed to get through it, just picturing her face. When he was lying on the floor in his cell, unable to move, unable to do anything else than just survive, the thought of seeing her again was what made him take his next breath.

And it had all been worth it. All the pain, even the way he felt now when he was all alone again had been worth it. Because what would love mean if he wouldn’t even had been able to protect the woman he loved against that what he feared most. He didn’t want her to suffer like he did, and the only way to save her from that fate was what he had just done. She would live her life, and he hoped it would be a happy one. He... he was determined not to taint her memory by giving up. He would use her memory as an anchor to get through everything that would still come. If love couldn’t do that, what was love good for?

[moralxelijah-blog]

          First loves are loves that sit with you forever. They never leave. No matter how you move on they are always there, whether it be a blessed memory, or a memory that tears at you slowly. Tatia had always been both. The sweet girl he never should have fallen for, the sweet girl who changed his entire view of the world, the sweet girl who tore him to pieces with her death, causing a void to fill him for centuries. The one girl he could never quite speak about, never wished to, and when he had his words were minimal. Only speaking of how much his brother had loved her. It was a pain that moved through him as he lived and breathed upon the Earth. For no matter what he had found himself doing, no matter how he had found him attached to, there was very little that could truly erase the memory of her from his life.

                               Not that he would ever dare to want to.

         The day he first laid his eyes upon her was the day he knew his entire world had changed. Where they had grown as children was filled with women that should have certainly caught his eye. They should have, yet, they never had. His devotion to his family, even all those years ago, held true. Looking after his siblings from their father who could seem to turn his temper into something horrendous without little instigation. He spotted her through what felt as if it were a crowd of thousands, rather than no more than a handful of people. She was exquisite. Something that caused him to wish to know her better, for no matter what others may have thought of her given her own fated end to how she had brought herself to end there.

         Tatia was the first reason he had ever abandoned the strong moral code from himself, one that did not seem to exist as much as others thought it had. For sly manipulation and moral codes were two very different things. The fun she had with his brother did not do anything to make him wish for anything else other than what he had wished for before. Their first kiss had been not something that was special, done in front of a pig. Those three little words that could change so much were done somewhere more private. Elijah found himself allowing for a hint of a smile to curve across his lips as she confessed her love for the man. He did nothing but say it back and steal a kiss from her. He was all too aware of how fortunate he was to be loved by her, to be loved by another at all, but Tatia was so perfect, beautiful, and special. She taught him to live. Not just for his family, not for her, but for himself.

                              Some things are too good to be true. 

        As quickly as she had appeared in his life she had left his life. They had found themselves as vampires after the loss of Henrik. He did not necessarily prefer the change that he had found upon himself, but there was a part of him that could understand as to why his parents would do such a thing. There was nothing that could make him understand the way his mother took her away. Something that had felt so much worse with the heightened emotion that overwhelmed him, more so than the need for blood. One moment she was there, the next moment she was not, used because of what their brother had become, used for some little game that had followed them around for centuries. Their parents doing nothing good for their lives, whether it be when they were children, or as they had grown up into something so much more than mere children playing in the woods. Parents did not harm their children. Parents did not cause their children physical harm. Parents did not cause their children to weep in the he wept for the loss of Tatia. She was someone he had needed, she was someone who had died for his family.

       Her loss had not only killed her, but it had killed something within him. Falling into a hole in which he would be closed off from that kind of emotional connection for centuries. First loves were always life altering, simply about how one would handle them.

[hcwlingknight]

Solo para || Dominic

Dominic's eyes lingered on the text message that had occupied his attention for the past ten minutes. Long fingers hovered over the 'delete message?' as blue eyes tried to tear themselves away from the short message that was both equally deserved and unwanted. Funny how a stupid message sent to someone's phone can bring a surge of memories rushing back, one's that had long since not been thought of; one's that reminded him why relationships would never work for him. The twins parent's had decided that when they turned nineteen, London would be the place they set up camp, for at least a year. While this decision had caused slight outrage with the pair who had grown accustom to travelling around the world with no place to call home, it only took a month or two for them to start slacking on con's and deciding to mingle with the population that seemed to want to mingle right back. While Belle's attention had been elsewhere as the thought of being in love and being love back consumed her, Dominic's actions were more on the casual and pleasurable side of things, finding it ridiculous to have to connect with someone other than on a physical level -- but she wormed her way into his life and wouldn't leave. He had seen Erica at a few of the raves he and Belle had lost themselves at, flashing lights and pills elevating them to a higher plane and he had noticed her and of course Dominic could tell she had noticed him back; his arrogance wouldn't allow him to think otherwise. Two weeks of casual glances while pursuing other people who could barely remember their own names passed without any verbal communication between the pair before Belle purposely knocked into the other blonde, sending her body crashing towards her brother; an aggressive style that apparently worked. Was it love at first sight? Absolutely not. Now lust, lust was extremely present and soon enough they were back at her house and when the sun rose high enough to alert them both that it was in the afternoon, he left. That's how Erica and Dom began their relationship -- they would see each other at the same club, they would pretend they wanted nothing to do with one another and somehow end up back at her house, doing what they both wanted and then he would leave.  It worked for about two months, both of them barely speaking a word to one another that wasn't complete bullshit and somehow through all of the haze, the sweaty groping and dilated pupils -- they started to talk. Erica was unlike anyone he had ever met before, which everyone says when some amazing person comes along but Dominic didn't notice people like that, he never wanted to notice people -- he noticed her and he started to feel himself wanting to get to know her; which he did. It wasn't easy and for the most part it was his fault, often ignoring her for a week or two while he and Belle went out and conned with their parent's, or branched off on their own and if his sister wanted to do something, of course he'd choose Belle over her. Yet she didn't jump when he said jump, wouldn't let him away with treating her the way he did sometimes and when he gave her shit, boy, she gave it right back and then some. Erica somehow saw through all his crap and without really realizing it, he saw through all of her's and understood the tiniest things about her. Dominic knew each and every smile and what they meant, even what they meant at different times during the day -- it sickened him for the most part and as the months rolled on -- he somehow ended up with a girlfriend.  One year later and they were still together, both falling into a rhythm that seemed to suit one another. Holding hands in public for genuine reasons and not as a facade started to feel nice, started to feel normal and he wondered what he was ever afraid of -- how could things possibly go wrong? Then it happened. One normal night they were watching some shitty movie on her television and while she reached for the half eaten packet of crisps, Erica came to the realization that she was in love with him; in fact she had been in love with him for about six months, but was afraid to tell him until she was sure he felt the same way. Then she said it, it just slipped from her lips and once out in the world, those words couldn't be taken back --"So, kinda just told you I loved you and you didn't say anything -- Dominic?" Love. What was love? He loved his parent's, that much was obvious and of course he loved his sister, in fact he was pretty sure he'd never love anyone as much as he loved her and then there was Erica. Erica was his girlfriend, the one he had opened up to and actually allowed himself to be real around -- he liked her, liked her more than he though possible and she loved him. Despite everything she knew about him, despite how difficult he was and despite the trouble he brought to their relationship at times -- Erica loved him. For some reason his whole body shook with worry and quickly he glanced over at the woman who was hanging out for him to say something, anything, god, if he had burped in that moment it would have been better than what he did next -- he left. Long legs lifted his body off of the couch quicker than he had ever moved before and without glancing backwards, he left her place. Two days later she received a phone call from his parent's informing her he had been admitted to hospital and as his eyes laid on her as she walked through the door he wondered how it was possible that someone as perfect as Erica could be in love with him and yet, no matter how much he thought about it, no matter how much he wanted things to be different -- he didn't and couldn't love her back. Two weeks later he was yet again in the hospital as Belle had attacked him and yet again she came walking through the door. His parent's had been by his bedside for days now, angry and sad that their daughter had fled without a word and that their son was back in that place and severely injured. The three of them nursed him back to health, making sure he had everything he could have ever needed and when he returned home, it was their smiling faces that greeted him. Erica had selflessly put aside their differences and seemed to forget how he had left her that one night, that he hadn't talked about the subject since she had said those three little words. The last time he saw her was in his bedroom on a Thursday night -- her lips felt good against his and her long blonde hair tickled his cheeks as a few strands fell upon his face. His parent's had cooked them both dinner, trying to stay positive about Belle's disappearance, thinking that at any moment she would walk through the door. Walking into the kitchen he overheard his mother saying they needed some milk and without taking a breath he volunteered to head to the shop. Of course Erica offered to go with him, though he kissed her on the cheek and told her he'd be right back. Again, she told him that she loved him and with a smile upon his face and deceit in his heart, he lied and told her he did too. Dominic got into his car and left that night, left his parent's and his girlfriend behind in search of his sister. That's what love is, right? Lying about being in love and leaving people behind. He never thought about the three of them waiting with worry, thinking that maybe he had ended up in the hospital again -- he just drove to the airport and never looked back.

[theriversrunwild]

❝  The Rivers would no longer run wild, because there was nothing to run for.

         We all have known love, whatever it has come to us in a form of friendship, love towards those in your family, or as romantic love. Eleanor Rivers had known them in form of them all, yet she knew, that one day she was going to know the kind of love that gave love songs to their mere meaning. She knew one day she was going to know the kind of love that would consume her, would bring her passion quite like she's never seen before, as it would also bring her pain as it would wound her wide open like nothing before. Maybe that was what terrified her, even yet she would never admit that out loud, not even to herself.

         The cold steel rested beneath her hands as she leaned to the rail of her favorite balcony, wind picked up the strains as they no longer rested upon her shoulders and the air felt only refreshing at the flush of her cheeks as it said goodbye to her skin. She was not going to stay another night longer as yet another heart had been broken, yet another decision had been made. A decision to move because it was what she did when a touch of love turned had into bittersweet goodbyes. It was never her intention to break a heart, yet it was always how it was always written to happen just that way. And just like always, she had loved him. She had fallen in love quickly, just like the spring would fall in love with the summer. But had she fallen in love quickly, she had fallen out of just as quickly. She had picked up with the wind but she had fallen down as the wind had calmed. She believed it was love, a fling of love that one should cherish in their lives for as long as it lasted. She believed she knew what love was and what it was supposed to be, as she believed that one day she was going to find love that would last through centuries. But this has not been it, simply so.

        She wished she could have changed the way she was, the way her heart was always flighty and never quite desired to settle down even when it held a form of love within. The men that she had loved had been exactly what she had always thought she was destined to look for, they had given her adventure, they had given her passion and they had given her their love. But it was never quite enough, it was never quite enough to hold the love that she had ever felt in her heart in place. Maybe it was because no one was ever as they expected them to be, or maybe it was because her heart was simply unable to hold such love in place for much longer than those passing months she ever spent with one man.

          Love was simple, there was nothing about love that Eleanor saw need to fight against, never had. Not until now. The goodbyes, the many she had given through her lifetime, she was tired of them. It wasn't in who the goodbye had been given to, but it was the goodbyes that she had grown her bitter and tired of. It was the way they weighted her heart, how the flickering guilt grew every time she watched the bitterness of goodbyes to tore someone because she had been foolish enough to make them believe this was going to be their great forever, forever in their span of human lifetime. And it had not bee a lie when she had said those words, she had believed those words till the moment she had being to fallen out of love, again.

         Eleanor watched the man, his outraged pacing taking him off the building six storeys down; she was never cold to watch them go. But she was never quite as sad as she now was, either. A part of her wished she could have given him a chance, another chance to hold the flame permanent in her heart, but once she fell out of love it never came back. There had been absolutely nothing wrong about this man she had let go, he had done absolutely nothing wrong to put down that flame she had once felt towards this man, and yet the flame had gone down till it just had faded away. It was that she had once hoped too that he could have offered her the one thing everybody wanted in their lives; love to consume them and passion to bring them adventure. One that would last more than a mere fling of her heart. Love everlasting.

        Now it was that she wanted it no longer, she no longer wanted aimlessly to fall in love to just to be fallen out of it again just as quickly as it had come. Eleanor was moving on to another place, moving on to another life and she intended to make it one that would last. She no longer wanted to do exactly what she had done during the many passed years of her lifetime; she wanted to run no longer. Maybe she wanted her heart to be broken in a way she had broken others', but she didn't want to run from it any longer than she had until then.

         ---- The Rivers would no longer run wild, because there was nothing to run for.

[mattdonovanatwar]

In love with an angel

Writing Prompt 1 || Matt Donovan || Flashback 3.22 || Pre season 1 

“Elena!” Matt yelled her name, but she didn’t come back, didn’t even turn around to look at him. A part of him wanted to run after her, wanted to grab her hand, wanted to tell her that it was okay, that he was sorry, that he knew he was going too fast. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell her that he was sorry, because he was not. He was not sorry about wanting to go to college with her. He was not sorry about wanting to marry her. He was not sorry about wanting a family with her. He was not sorry about loving her that much that he wanted a future with her.

He sighed and grabbed another cup filled with cheap beer and probably water. He knew they were only 17. He knew that they had two more years of high school before college would even wanna have them. He knew that a lot could happen in two more years. But what were two more years after 17 years of being best friends or more? What were two more years when he knew this certain that she was the girl he wanted to be with? Not just for two more years, but for the rest of his life.

Matt took a few sips and stared into the fire. The burning flames seemed dangerous now, while they had been cozy just a few minutes ago. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her about his dreams. He had just hoped that she had shared them. He had hoped that she would hold his hands, that she would smile, that she would stare at him while he would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He had hoped that she would nod, that she would say that she wanted the same, that she wanted to share her life with him as much as he wanted to share his life with her.

Sometimes Matt wondered if she knew how much she really meant to him. Yes, he told her how much he loved her once in a while. He gave her presents for their anniversaries and he made sure to kiss and touch her as often as he could. But he had never dared to tell her what he actually wanted to tell her. How she was that one bright star in a dark night. How she was like that one burning candle in a cold room. How she was like that one angel in a burning hell.

He took another sip from his drink and he grabbed his jacket. Without Elena by his side the night seemed colder than it had seemed a few moments ago. Without Elena by his side his entire life seemed colder, emptier, darker. Without Elena his life was nothing more than a addicted sister, an absent mother and an unknown father. It was nothing more than phone calls from the police and unpaid bills. It was nothing more than a mess.

Matt had always thought that Elena would be his way out of this life. She was his shoulder to lean on. He would be her best friend and her lover. They would help each other through high school. She would get high grades. He would get a scholarship as a quarterback. They would go to college together. Maybe she would become a doctor, like her father. Maybe he would become a football coach one day. He would ask her to marry him and she would say yes. After a couple of years they would start their own little family.

With Elena he would have the life his parents couldn’t give him. His children would be loved and cared for. There would be someone at home when they came back from school. They would get tea and cookies and someone to listen to their stories. He would drive them to sport clubs, music lessons, whatever they wanted. Elena would read them stories before putting them in bed.

Matt took a deep breath and emptied the plastic cup before standing up. She had not broken up with him. She had not told him that she didn’t love him anymore. She had just said that she didn’t want to think about college and marrying. Not yet. She didn’t say never. His lips curled up into a small smile. He would fight for Elena. He loved her too much to ever give up on their future together. He loved her too much to ever stop loving her.