Dec 8, 2015
@stuckbeingavillain
“Hey Enzo... Can you come here for a moment?” Lydia called from their bedroom. She was already all dressed up for him and sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to walk in.
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@stuckbeingavillain
“Hey Enzo... Can you come here for a moment?” Lydia called from their bedroom. She was already all dressed up for him and sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to walk in.
DIANE IS A BAD INFLUENCE
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send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
text to: enzo: i would like to know why your ‘lady friend’ is following me.
text to: enzo: it’s weird, man.
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ஐ : pretending to be married because this quaint old couple’s bed and breakfast is the only shelter for miles, they only have one room, and they’re a bit old fashioned.
it’s posted here gorgeous.
@stuckbeingavillain
Sick and sore from vervain, Stefan hit the concrete floor with an unceremonious thud and let out a groan that went unheard by Dr. Whitmore. The cell squeaked shut behind him. Though his eye had already healed and his vision restored, Stefan couldn’t seem to shake the phantom feeling of a sharp scalpel.
Slowly, he managed to drag half his body up against the wall. He closed his eyes. The cell was dark and damp, not a ray of sunshine to burn him even without his daylight ring. No way he was getting out of here as weak as he was.
Something moved in the cell beside him and Stefan could see a figure through the bars. A man. “Damon?” His brother was supposed to be here, too. Stefan’s heart sank.