[doppel-vision]

Paul Wesley @JaguarUSA had the pleasure of driving an F type- thank you. Beautiful ride. #EveryVillainNeeds a luxury sportscar.

[unforgivingdanger]

"Stef's having another midlife crisis..."

[lgbtlaughs]

In a recent story, Ellen faced some scrutiny about her message to young people. She addressed her critics head-on.

[elenarosegilbert]

And whiskey seems to be my holy water.

(via elenarosegilbert)

[goodsmeller]

Visit Original Link

I found this. And I love it. I love it so very, very much.

[unforgivingdanger]

THIS IS EVERYTHING THAT ANYONE EVER NEEDS IN LIFE.

[unforgivingdanger]

(Cont)

"Elena…" He whispered in reply, able to hear the mere change in her breath. Half-amused, half-determined, the Salvatore simply clamped his teeth over her shoulder, slowly sinking his teeth into the vulnerable part of her torso.

[elenarosegilbert]

"Damon!" She let’s out a yelp as sharp fangs pierce her sensitive flesh, blood beginning to well out of the fresh wound. "Damon     stop!”

[unforgivingdanger]

Fangs-deep into her neck, Damon then let out a small growl as he felt the crimson substance stain his teeth, his bloodlust slowly growing as he felt her muscles twitch under his lips. Releasing her wrist, his hand then drifted to her slender figure, a hand resting upon her hip as the blood pooled into his mouth.

[elenarosegilbert]

She let’s out a small cry as his fangs sink deeper into her skin. “Damon…please.” she whispers as at tear rolls down the side of her face. “Stop.”

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her cry caused the Salvatore to stop in his tracks for a fraction of a second. “Don’t think you can call the shots,” He hissed softly in her ear, following his pulling away from her bite wound. If nothing more, Damon had his pride, and he held it higher than most.

[elenarosegilbert]

When he releases her from his grip, she stumbles forward slightly. Her hand flies to her neck to cover the wound that is seeping blood, her lower lip quivers as more tears begin to fall from her eyes. "Get out." she hisses. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"Have it your way," He growled with a soft smirk, throwing a wink her way as he did. Damon simply took a step back as he went towards the door, slamming it behind it after stepping over the threshold. As hard-headed as he usually was, Damon would be the last one to apologize for his faults - as things stood, things were never his fault.

[elenarosegilbert]

~ Time Skip~

A week had passed and the eldest Gilbert had nearly left her home. Except for when she had to, and that was only when Bonnie dragged her ass out of bed to go to school. Though - she’d gotten many questions as to why she wore a scarf around her neck in the midst of the summer’s lasting few days of heat. She’d been cooped up in her room all day, and was now making the attempt to step foot out her front door, when she saw him. 

"You’re an idiot for coming here."

[unforgivingdanger]

A week, that was all it had been since Damon had taken the liberty of relieving Elena of her blood - and it was all he had let his younger brother hear about. That, and the usual taunts that he threw his way.

But none of that mattered now; he and Elena were mere inches apart and Damon. “Am I? I’m not the one that drew attention to myself…”

[elenarosegilbert]

She crosses her arms over her chest at his snide remark. “I think I would have drawn more attention to myself had I gone to school with bite marks on my neck.” She hisses. “So, I actually did you a favor by not selling you out.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"Did me a favor, huh?" He hissed, cocking a brow as his gaze burned with his temper. "Were you expecting a thank you?" He murmured softly, entirely unmoved by her apparent lack of socialization due to his actions.

[elenarosegilbert]

She pauses for a beat before speaking. “You’re a dick.” brushing hair from her face, she fixes him with a glare. “I could have ratted you out. You’re lucky I didn’t.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"So I’m told," He said with a smirk, his gaze locked onto hers as he watched her closely. "And you’re lucky I don’t do it again," He hissed.

[elenarosegilbert]

She took a step back from him then. Fixing him the best glare she can muster, she lets out a breath. “If you did that, I’d go running to Sheriff Forbes to let her know that the vampires are back in town.” A pause. ” You wouldn’t dare.”

[unforgivingdanger]

If nothing more, Elena's sudden attempt to change the tone of the conversation was just more fuel to the fire that was the crow-haired Salvatore's amusement. "Oh, would you?" He said with a dark smirk. "And how far did you think you'd get?" He whispered, his eyes drifting to her neck as he held the back of her head.

[unforgivingdanger]

(Cont)

"Elena…" He whispered in reply, able to hear the mere change in her breath. Half-amused, half-determined, the Salvatore simply clamped his teeth over her shoulder, slowly sinking his teeth into the vulnerable part of her torso.

[elenarosegilbert]

"Damon!" She let’s out a yelp as sharp fangs pierce her sensitive flesh, blood beginning to well out of the fresh wound. "Damon     stop!”

[unforgivingdanger]

Fangs-deep into her neck, Damon then let out a small growl as he felt the crimson substance stain his teeth, his bloodlust slowly growing as he felt her muscles twitch under his lips. Releasing her wrist, his hand then drifted to her slender figure, a hand resting upon her hip as the blood pooled into his mouth.

[elenarosegilbert]

She let’s out a small cry as his fangs sink deeper into her skin. “Damon…please.” she whispers as at tear rolls down the side of her face. “Stop.”

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her cry caused the Salvatore to stop in his tracks for a fraction of a second. “Don’t think you can call the shots,” He hissed softly in her ear, following his pulling away from her bite wound. If nothing more, Damon had his pride, and he held it higher than most.

[elenarosegilbert]

When he releases her from his grip, she stumbles forward slightly. Her hand flies to her neck to cover the wound that is seeping blood, her lower lip quivers as more tears begin to fall from her eyes. "Get out." she hisses. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"Have it your way," He growled with a soft smirk, throwing a wink her way as he did. Damon simply took a step back as he went towards the door, slamming it behind it after stepping over the threshold. As hard-headed as he usually was, Damon would be the last one to apologize for his faults - as things stood, things were never his fault.

[elenarosegilbert]

~ Time Skip~

A week had passed and the eldest Gilbert had nearly left her home. Except for when she had to, and that was only when Bonnie dragged her ass out of bed to go to school. Though - she’d gotten many questions as to why she wore a scarf around her neck in the midst of the summer’s lasting few days of heat. She’d been cooped up in her room all day, and was now making the attempt to step foot out her front door, when she saw him. 

"You’re an idiot for coming here."

[unforgivingdanger]

A week, that was all it had been since Damon had taken the liberty of relieving Elena of her blood - and it was all he had let his younger brother hear about. That, and the usual taunts that he threw his way.

But none of that mattered now; he and Elena were mere inches apart and Damon. “Am I? I’m not the one that drew attention to myself…”

[elenarosegilbert]

She crosses her arms over her chest at his snide remark. “I think I would have drawn more attention to myself had I gone to school with bite marks on my neck.” She hisses. “So, I actually did you a favor by not selling you out.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"Did me a favor, huh?" He hissed, cocking a brow as his gaze burned with his temper. "Were you expecting a thank you?" He murmured softly, entirely unmoved by her apparent lack of socialization due to his actions.

[elenarosegilbert]

She pauses for a beat before speaking. “You’re a dick.” brushing hair from her face, she fixes him with a glare. “I could have ratted you out. You’re lucky I didn’t.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"So I'm told," He said with a smirk, his gaze locked onto hers as he watched her closely. "And you're lucky I don't do it again," He hissed.

[unforgivingdanger]

(Cont)

"Elena…" He whispered in reply, able to hear the mere change in her breath. Half-amused, half-determined, the Salvatore simply clamped his teeth over her shoulder, slowly sinking his teeth into the vulnerable part of her torso.

[elenarosegilbert]

"Damon!" She let’s out a yelp as sharp fangs pierce her sensitive flesh, blood beginning to well out of the fresh wound. "Damon     stop!”

[unforgivingdanger]

Fangs-deep into her neck, Damon then let out a small growl as he felt the crimson substance stain his teeth, his bloodlust slowly growing as he felt her muscles twitch under his lips. Releasing her wrist, his hand then drifted to her slender figure, a hand resting upon her hip as the blood pooled into his mouth.

[elenarosegilbert]

She let’s out a small cry as his fangs sink deeper into her skin. “Damon…please.” she whispers as at tear rolls down the side of her face. “Stop.”

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her cry caused the Salvatore to stop in his tracks for a fraction of a second. “Don’t think you can call the shots,” He hissed softly in her ear, following his pulling away from her bite wound. If nothing more, Damon had his pride, and he held it higher than most.

[elenarosegilbert]

When he releases her from his grip, she stumbles forward slightly. Her hand flies to her neck to cover the wound that is seeping blood, her lower lip quivers as more tears begin to fall from her eyes. "Get out." she hisses. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"Have it your way," He growled with a soft smirk, throwing a wink her way as he did. Damon simply took a step back as he went towards the door, slamming it behind it after stepping over the threshold. As hard-headed as he usually was, Damon would be the last one to apologize for his faults - as things stood, things were never his fault.

[elenarosegilbert]

~ Time Skip~

A week had passed and the eldest Gilbert had nearly left her home. Except for when she had to, and that was only when Bonnie dragged her ass out of bed to go to school. Though - she’d gotten many questions as to why she wore a scarf around her neck in the midst of the summer’s lasting few days of heat. She’d been cooped up in her room all day, and was now making the attempt to step foot out her front door, when she saw him. 

"You’re an idiot for coming here."

[unforgivingdanger]

A week, that was all it had been since Damon had taken the liberty of relieving Elena of her blood - and it was all he had let his younger brother hear about. That, and the usual taunts that he threw his way.

But none of that mattered now; he and Elena were mere inches apart and Damon. “Am I? I’m not the one that drew attention to myself…”

[elenarosegilbert]

She crosses her arms over her chest at his snide remark. “I think I would have drawn more attention to myself had I gone to school with bite marks on my neck.” She hisses. “So, I actually did you a favor by not selling you out.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"Did me a favor, huh?" He hissed, cocking a brow as his gaze burned with his temper. "Were you expecting a thank you?" He murmured softly, entirely unmoved by her apparent lack of socialization due to his actions.

[unforgivingdanger]

(Cont)

"Elena…" He whispered in reply, able to hear the mere change in her breath. Half-amused, half-determined, the Salvatore simply clamped his teeth over her shoulder, slowly sinking his teeth into the vulnerable part of her torso.

[elenarosegilbert]

"Damon!" She let’s out a yelp as sharp fangs pierce her sensitive flesh, blood beginning to well out of the fresh wound. "Damon     stop!”

[unforgivingdanger]

Fangs-deep into her neck, Damon then let out a small growl as he felt the crimson substance stain his teeth, his bloodlust slowly growing as he felt her muscles twitch under his lips. Releasing her wrist, his hand then drifted to her slender figure, a hand resting upon her hip as the blood pooled into his mouth.

[elenarosegilbert]

She let’s out a small cry as his fangs sink deeper into her skin. “Damon…please.” she whispers as at tear rolls down the side of her face. “Stop.”

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her cry caused the Salvatore to stop in his tracks for a fraction of a second. “Don’t think you can call the shots,” He hissed softly in her ear, following his pulling away from her bite wound. If nothing more, Damon had his pride, and he held it higher than most.

[elenarosegilbert]

When he releases her from his grip, she stumbles forward slightly. Her hand flies to her neck to cover the wound that is seeping blood, her lower lip quivers as more tears begin to fall from her eyes. "Get out." she hisses. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"Have it your way," He growled with a soft smirk, throwing a wink her way as he did. Damon simply took a step back as he went towards the door, slamming it behind it after stepping over the threshold. As hard-headed as he usually was, Damon would be the last one to apologize for his faults - as things stood, things were never his fault.

[elenarosegilbert]

~ Time Skip~

A week had passed and the eldest Gilbert had nearly left her home. Except for when she had to, and that was only when Bonnie dragged her ass out of bed to go to school. Though - she’d gotten many questions as to why she wore a scarf around her neck in the midst of the summer’s lasting few days of heat. She’d been cooped up in her room all day, and was now making the attempt to step foot out her front door, when she saw him. 

"You’re an idiot for coming here."

[unforgivingdanger]

A week, that was all it had been since Damon had taken the liberty of relieving Elena of her blood - and it was all he had let his younger brother hear about. That, and the usual taunts that he threw his way.

But none of that mattered now; he and Elena were mere inches apart and Damon. "Am I? I'm not the one that drew attention to myself..."

[unforgivingdanger]

(Cont)

"Elena…" He whispered in reply, able to hear the mere change in her breath. Half-amused, half-determined, the Salvatore simply clamped his teeth over her shoulder, slowly sinking his teeth into the vulnerable part of her torso.

[elenarosegilbert]

"Damon!" She let’s out a yelp as sharp fangs pierce her sensitive flesh, blood beginning to well out of the fresh wound. "Damon     stop!”

[unforgivingdanger]

Fangs-deep into her neck, Damon then let out a small growl as he felt the crimson substance stain his teeth, his bloodlust slowly growing as he felt her muscles twitch under his lips. Releasing her wrist, his hand then drifted to her slender figure, a hand resting upon her hip as the blood pooled into his mouth.

[elenarosegilbert]

She let’s out a small cry as his fangs sink deeper into her skin. “Damon…please.” she whispers as at tear rolls down the side of her face. “Stop.”

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her cry caused the Salvatore to stop in his tracks for a fraction of a second. “Don’t think you can call the shots,” He hissed softly in her ear, following his pulling away from her bite wound. If nothing more, Damon had his pride, and he held it higher than most.

[elenarosegilbert]

When he releases her from his grip, she stumbles forward slightly. Her hand flies to her neck to cover the wound that is seeping blood, her lower lip quivers as more tears begin to fall from her eyes. "Get out." she hisses. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"Have it your way," He growled with a soft smirk, throwing a wink her way as he did. Damon simply took a step back as he went towards the door, slamming it behind it after stepping over the threshold. As hard-headed as he usually was, Damon would be the last one to apologize for his faults - as things stood, things were never his fault.

[unforgivingdanger]

(Cont)

"Elena…" He whispered in reply, able to hear the mere change in her breath. Half-amused, half-determined, the Salvatore simply clamped his teeth over her shoulder, slowly sinking his teeth into the vulnerable part of her torso.

[elenarosegilbert]

"Damon!" She let’s out a yelp as sharp fangs pierce her sensitive flesh, blood beginning to well out of the fresh wound. "Damon     stop!”

[unforgivingdanger]

Fangs-deep into her neck, Damon then let out a small growl as he felt the crimson substance stain his teeth, his bloodlust slowly growing as he felt her muscles twitch under his lips. Releasing her wrist, his hand then drifted to her slender figure, a hand resting upon her hip as the blood pooled into his mouth.

[elenarosegilbert]

She let’s out a small cry as his fangs sink deeper into her skin. “Damon…please.” she whispers as at tear rolls down the side of her face. “Stop.”

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her cry caused the Salvatore to stop in his tracks for a fraction of a second. "Don't think you can call the shots," He hissed softly in her ear, following his pulling away from her bite wound. If nothing more, Damon had his pride, and he held it higher than most.

[unforgivingdanger]

(Cont)

"Elena…" He whispered in reply, able to hear the mere change in her breath. Half-amused, half-determined, the Salvatore simply clamped his teeth over her shoulder, slowly sinking his teeth into the vulnerable part of her torso.

[elenarosegilbert]

"Damon!" She let’s out a yelp as sharp fangs pierce her sensitive flesh, blood beginning to well out of the fresh wound. "Damon     stop!”

[unforgivingdanger]

Fangs-deep into her neck, Damon then let out a small growl as he felt the crimson substance stain his teeth, his bloodlust slowly growing as he felt her muscles twitch under his lips. Releasing her wrist, his hand then drifted to her slender figure, a hand resting upon her hip as the blood pooled into his mouth.

[unforgivingdanger]

(Cont)

"Elena..." He whispered in reply, able to hear the mere change in her breath. Half-amused, half-determined, the Salvatore simply clamped his teeth over her shoulder, slowly sinking his teeth into the vulnerable part of her torso.

[elenarosegilbert]

"You know, as much as I enjoy you randomly popping up out of nowhere, today isn’t a good day.” The brunette says in a sarcastic tone as she, crosses her arms over her chest. “Why’re you here, Damon?”

[unforgivingdanger]

Damon, always…

[unforgivingdanger]

“Elena…” Damon then said in the same intonation to the young doppelgänger in retort as he helped himself to a glass of alcohol on her table. With his hearing, he had already heard Elena’s bickering with the young hunter. “Me? Drunk?” The Salvatore then said with a gleeful smirk as he abandoned the glass and took a swig from the bottle before rolling his eyes at her assumption. “Now, why would I need to drink myself to oblivion, huh?”

[elenarosegilbert]

"I don’t know," Elena said fixing him with a stern look as he happily helped himself to more alcohol. "Because you drink yourself to oblivion regardless of the occasion." she finishes. Moving towards the table, she caps up the bottle and places it back in the cabinet it was originally in. "I have things with Jeremy I have to deal with," she says. "So, if you’ve just come to bug me, please don’t."

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her words, Damon then gave out a soft gasp, mocking in its nature. “Are you calling me an alcoholic, Miss Gilbert?” He whispered with his brow arching as he placed a hand over his heart – his free hand, that is. “And you just happen to be able to stop me,” He murmured, then lifting her chin upwards with his hand. “Is that it?”

[elenarosegilbert]

"Yes   that’s exactly what I’m calling you.” she said, watching him very carefully. “Now that I think about it, every time I’ve seen you out in public, or stopped by the house you’re drinking.” Though that’s not the main point she’s trying to make, she’d rather discuss Damon’s drinking habits then try and explain why she needs him out of the house. Because she feels uneasy being alone with him, but he can’t know that. Jerking away from his hand, she scowls. “Don’t touch me.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"How dare you…" He muttered quietly as a certain fire in his eyes began to gain light, finally giving the Salvatore something to fight her about. With him having so much alcohol in his system already, without adding more, it was easily enough for there to be a few kinks in his emotional armor; things were seeping through. "And you would rather dicuss the habits of your stoner little brother?" He sneered with a roll of his eyes. He hadn’t agreed with her accusation of alcoholism, though neither had he denied it. "And why not?" He whispered with a hint of malice to his usually care-free tone. "Is someone nervous?"

[unforgivingdanger]

elenarosegilbert:

As he moved closer towards her, just the slightest, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Yes,” she said, her own irritation now present. “Yes, I’d rather discuss and deal with my own brother. Because the path he currently has himself on isn’t the greatest and I can’t lose him, alongside everyone else I’ve already lost.” She says. Side stepping him, she briskly walks towards the front door and swings it open. “Imm not nervous. I just want you the hell outta my house.” She hisses.

"You’re not really getting this, are you Gilbert?" Damon said, his words almost transcending into a soft whisper, his tone naturally fluctuating as it often did. "You already have…" Of course, when Damon had been drinking, it only led to one thing - the erruption of his supressed thoughts; this was something he refused to hold back for all but one. Stubborn as he was, the Salvtore cared about her, and so, he made small allowances. “We can’t all get what we want, Elena…” He snapped in retort.

[elenarosegilbert]

She sighs, very clearly frustrated with him now. “I’m well aware of that. But right now, you’re an unwanted guest in this home.” She brushes past him abruptly and walks towards the door, flinging it open, ready to show him out. Leaning against the door for a beat or two, she decides for him that enough is enough.  ”Now - go.”

[unforgivingdanger]

A small smirk then made its way onto his lips at it tugged at them in a sardonic expression. “You really think that makes a difference to me, Elena?” He hissed, eyes narrowed momentarily before reverting to their normal appearance. “Did you forget?” He then asked, barely giving her the time to reply within the bursts of his spoken thoughts. “Invitation…” He whispered.

[elenarosegilbert]

She rolls her eyes. “Get out, Damon.” She shakes her head and again attempts to show him the door. “Please, leave.” At that moment he whispers, a small shiver runs down her spine and she can’t stop herself from emitting an audible gasp. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"We’ve already tried this route before," He then insisted, cocking a brow before continuing. "Or do you honestly not remember?" With those final words, Damon then ran his hand along the peak of her shoulder, his touch trailing down her arm, his pace slower than usual.

[elenarosegilbert]

She stills for a moment as she feels his fingers delicately trace her shoulder, her breath catching in her throat. “Damon, please.” she says, trying to make it seem as though she’s not begging. But truth be told, she’s petrified out of her mind.

[unforgivingdanger]

"Please what?" He went on, a mischievous casting itself across his face as a smirk simply danced upon his lips, positioning himself directly behind her, pressing against her back. "Please don’t do what you’re too afraid to ask for?" He whispered, keeping note of each jump of her pulse as his hand traced her forearm, holding a gentle grip upon her wrist, the pulse within it practically radiating.

[elenarosegilbert]

She swallows thickly as he steps in line behind her, pressing himself against her back. “I’m not asking for anything.” she finds herself able to gather the courage to  speak. Her heart is bound to beat out of her chest, she’s sure of it. His breath on the back of her neck startles her, but she doesn’t jump, he’s well aware of her fear and he’s using it to his advantage. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"I know," He whispered, his lips now brushing against the young doppelganger's ear. If nothing more, he knew exactly what he was doing, and was enjoying every last second of it. "But what's there to stop you this time?" He added, every beat of her fragile heart resonating in his ears as his mouth neared her jugular.

[elenarosegilbert]

"You know, as much as I enjoy you randomly popping up out of nowhere, today isn’t a good day.” The brunette says in a sarcastic tone as she, crosses her arms over her chest. “Why’re you here, Damon?”

[unforgivingdanger]

Damon, always…

[unforgivingdanger]

“Elena…” Damon then said in the same intonation to the young doppelgänger in retort as he helped himself to a glass of alcohol on her table. With his hearing, he had already heard Elena’s bickering with the young hunter. “Me? Drunk?” The Salvatore then said with a gleeful smirk as he abandoned the glass and took a swig from the bottle before rolling his eyes at her assumption. “Now, why would I need to drink myself to oblivion, huh?”

[elenarosegilbert]

"I don’t know," Elena said fixing him with a stern look as he happily helped himself to more alcohol. "Because you drink yourself to oblivion regardless of the occasion." she finishes. Moving towards the table, she caps up the bottle and places it back in the cabinet it was originally in. "I have things with Jeremy I have to deal with," she says. "So, if you’ve just come to bug me, please don’t."

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her words, Damon then gave out a soft gasp, mocking in its nature. “Are you calling me an alcoholic, Miss Gilbert?” He whispered with his brow arching as he placed a hand over his heart – his free hand, that is. “And you just happen to be able to stop me,” He murmured, then lifting her chin upwards with his hand. “Is that it?”

[elenarosegilbert]

"Yes   that’s exactly what I’m calling you.” she said, watching him very carefully. “Now that I think about it, every time I’ve seen you out in public, or stopped by the house you’re drinking.” Though that’s not the main point she’s trying to make, she’d rather discuss Damon’s drinking habits then try and explain why she needs him out of the house. Because she feels uneasy being alone with him, but he can’t know that. Jerking away from his hand, she scowls. “Don’t touch me.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"How dare you…" He muttered quietly as a certain fire in his eyes began to gain light, finally giving the Salvatore something to fight her about. With him having so much alcohol in his system already, without adding more, it was easily enough for there to be a few kinks in his emotional armor; things were seeping through. "And you would rather dicuss the habits of your stoner little brother?" He sneered with a roll of his eyes. He hadn’t agreed with her accusation of alcoholism, though neither had he denied it. "And why not?" He whispered with a hint of malice to his usually care-free tone. "Is someone nervous?"

[unforgivingdanger]

elenarosegilbert:

As he moved closer towards her, just the slightest, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Yes,” she said, her own irritation now present. “Yes, I’d rather discuss and deal with my own brother. Because the path he currently has himself on isn’t the greatest and I can’t lose him, alongside everyone else I’ve already lost.” She says. Side stepping him, she briskly walks towards the front door and swings it open. “Imm not nervous. I just want you the hell outta my house.” She hisses.

"You’re not really getting this, are you Gilbert?" Damon said, his words almost transcending into a soft whisper, his tone naturally fluctuating as it often did. "You already have…" Of course, when Damon had been drinking, it only led to one thing - the erruption of his supressed thoughts; this was something he refused to hold back for all but one. Stubborn as he was, the Salvtore cared about her, and so, he made small allowances. “We can’t all get what we want, Elena…” He snapped in retort.

[elenarosegilbert]

She sighs, very clearly frustrated with him now. “I’m well aware of that. But right now, you’re an unwanted guest in this home.” She brushes past him abruptly and walks towards the door, flinging it open, ready to show him out. Leaning against the door for a beat or two, she decides for him that enough is enough.  ”Now - go.”

[unforgivingdanger]

A small smirk then made its way onto his lips at it tugged at them in a sardonic expression. “You really think that makes a difference to me, Elena?” He hissed, eyes narrowed momentarily before reverting to their normal appearance. “Did you forget?” He then asked, barely giving her the time to reply within the bursts of his spoken thoughts. “Invitation…” He whispered.

[elenarosegilbert]

She rolls her eyes. “Get out, Damon.” She shakes her head and again attempts to show him the door. “Please, leave.” At that moment he whispers, a small shiver runs down her spine and she can’t stop herself from emitting an audible gasp. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"We’ve already tried this route before," He then insisted, cocking a brow before continuing. "Or do you honestly not remember?" With those final words, Damon then ran his hand along the peak of her shoulder, his touch trailing down her arm, his pace slower than usual.

[elenarosegilbert]

She stills for a moment as she feels his fingers delicately trace her shoulder, her breath catching in her throat. “Damon, please.” she says, trying to make it seem as though she’s not begging. But truth be told, she’s petrified out of her mind.

[unforgivingdanger]

"Please what?" He went on, a mischievous casting itself across his face as a smirk simply danced upon his lips, positioning himself directly behind her, pressing against her back. "Please don't do what you're too afraid to ask for?" He whispered, keeping note of each jump of her pulse as his hand traced her forearm, holding a gentle grip upon her wrist, the pulse within it practically radiating.

[elenarosegilbert]

"You know, as much as I enjoy you randomly popping up out of nowhere, today isn’t a good day.” The brunette says in a sarcastic tone as she, crosses her arms over her chest. “Why’re you here, Damon?”

[unforgivingdanger]

Damon, always…

[unforgivingdanger]

“Elena…” Damon then said in the same intonation to the young doppelgänger in retort as he helped himself to a glass of alcohol on her table. With his hearing, he had already heard Elena’s bickering with the young hunter. “Me? Drunk?” The Salvatore then said with a gleeful smirk as he abandoned the glass and took a swig from the bottle before rolling his eyes at her assumption. “Now, why would I need to drink myself to oblivion, huh?”

[elenarosegilbert]

"I don’t know," Elena said fixing him with a stern look as he happily helped himself to more alcohol. "Because you drink yourself to oblivion regardless of the occasion." she finishes. Moving towards the table, she caps up the bottle and places it back in the cabinet it was originally in. "I have things with Jeremy I have to deal with," she says. "So, if you’ve just come to bug me, please don’t."

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her words, Damon then gave out a soft gasp, mocking in its nature. “Are you calling me an alcoholic, Miss Gilbert?” He whispered with his brow arching as he placed a hand over his heart – his free hand, that is. “And you just happen to be able to stop me,” He murmured, then lifting her chin upwards with his hand. “Is that it?”

[elenarosegilbert]

"Yes   that’s exactly what I’m calling you.” she said, watching him very carefully. “Now that I think about it, every time I’ve seen you out in public, or stopped by the house you’re drinking.” Though that’s not the main point she’s trying to make, she’d rather discuss Damon’s drinking habits then try and explain why she needs him out of the house. Because she feels uneasy being alone with him, but he can’t know that. Jerking away from his hand, she scowls. “Don’t touch me.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"How dare you…" He muttered quietly as a certain fire in his eyes began to gain light, finally giving the Salvatore something to fight her about. With him having so much alcohol in his system already, without adding more, it was easily enough for there to be a few kinks in his emotional armor; things were seeping through. "And you would rather dicuss the habits of your stoner little brother?" He sneered with a roll of his eyes. He hadn’t agreed with her accusation of alcoholism, though neither had he denied it. "And why not?" He whispered with a hint of malice to his usually care-free tone. "Is someone nervous?"

[unforgivingdanger]

elenarosegilbert:

As he moved closer towards her, just the slightest, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Yes,” she said, her own irritation now present. “Yes, I’d rather discuss and deal with my own brother. Because the path he currently has himself on isn’t the greatest and I can’t lose him, alongside everyone else I’ve already lost.” She says. Side stepping him, she briskly walks towards the front door and swings it open. “Imm not nervous. I just want you the hell outta my house.” She hisses.

"You’re not really getting this, are you Gilbert?" Damon said, his words almost transcending into a soft whisper, his tone naturally fluctuating as it often did. "You already have…" Of course, when Damon had been drinking, it only led to one thing - the erruption of his supressed thoughts; this was something he refused to hold back for all but one. Stubborn as he was, the Salvtore cared about her, and so, he made small allowances. “We can’t all get what we want, Elena…” He snapped in retort.

[elenarosegilbert]

She sighs, very clearly frustrated with him now. “I’m well aware of that. But right now, you’re an unwanted guest in this home.” She brushes past him abruptly and walks towards the door, flinging it open, ready to show him out. Leaning against the door for a beat or two, she decides for him that enough is enough.  ”Now - go.”

[unforgivingdanger]

A small smirk then made its way onto his lips at it tugged at them in a sardonic expression. “You really think that makes a difference to me, Elena?” He hissed, eyes narrowed momentarily before reverting to their normal appearance. “Did you forget?” He then asked, barely giving her the time to reply within the bursts of his spoken thoughts. “Invitation…” He whispered.

[elenarosegilbert]

She rolls her eyes. "Get out, Damon." She shakes her head and again attempts to show him the door. "Please, leave." At that moment he whispers, a small shiver runs down her spine and she can't stop herself from emitting an audible gasp. 

[unforgivingdanger]

"We've already tried this route before," He then insisted, cocking a brow before continuing. "Or do you honestly not remember?" With those final words, Damon then ran his hand along the peak of her shoulder, his touch trailing down her arm, his pace slower than usual.

[polystoned]

[shadowcat]

you guys are all going straight to hell and I can’t wait

[unforgivingdanger]

I CANNOT

[elenarosegilbert]

"You know, as much as I enjoy you randomly popping up out of nowhere, today isn’t a good day.” The brunette says in a sarcastic tone as she, crosses her arms over her chest. “Why’re you here, Damon?”

[unforgivingdanger]

Damon, always…

[unforgivingdanger]

“Elena…” Damon then said in the same intonation to the young doppelgänger in retort as he helped himself to a glass of alcohol on her table. With his hearing, he had already heard Elena’s bickering with the young hunter. “Me? Drunk?” The Salvatore then said with a gleeful smirk as he abandoned the glass and took a swig from the bottle before rolling his eyes at her assumption. “Now, why would I need to drink myself to oblivion, huh?”

[elenarosegilbert]

"I don’t know," Elena said fixing him with a stern look as he happily helped himself to more alcohol. "Because you drink yourself to oblivion regardless of the occasion." she finishes. Moving towards the table, she caps up the bottle and places it back in the cabinet it was originally in. "I have things with Jeremy I have to deal with," she says. "So, if you’ve just come to bug me, please don’t."

[unforgivingdanger]

Hearing her words, Damon then gave out a soft gasp, mocking in its nature. “Are you calling me an alcoholic, Miss Gilbert?” He whispered with his brow arching as he placed a hand over his heart – his free hand, that is. “And you just happen to be able to stop me,” He murmured, then lifting her chin upwards with his hand. “Is that it?”

[elenarosegilbert]

"Yes   that’s exactly what I’m calling you.” she said, watching him very carefully. “Now that I think about it, every time I’ve seen you out in public, or stopped by the house you’re drinking.” Though that’s not the main point she’s trying to make, she’d rather discuss Damon’s drinking habits then try and explain why she needs him out of the house. Because she feels uneasy being alone with him, but he can’t know that. Jerking away from his hand, she scowls. “Don’t touch me.”

[unforgivingdanger]

"How dare you…" He muttered quietly as a certain fire in his eyes began to gain light, finally giving the Salvatore something to fight her about. With him having so much alcohol in his system already, without adding more, it was easily enough for there to be a few kinks in his emotional armor; things were seeping through. "And you would rather dicuss the habits of your stoner little brother?" He sneered with a roll of his eyes. He hadn’t agreed with her accusation of alcoholism, though neither had he denied it. "And why not?" He whispered with a hint of malice to his usually care-free tone. "Is someone nervous?"

[unforgivingdanger]

elenarosegilbert:

As he moved closer towards her, just the slightest, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Yes,” she said, her own irritation now present. “Yes, I’d rather discuss and deal with my own brother. Because the path he currently has himself on isn’t the greatest and I can’t lose him, alongside everyone else I’ve already lost.” She says. Side stepping him, she briskly walks towards the front door and swings it open. “Imm not nervous. I just want you the hell outta my house.” She hisses.

"You’re not really getting this, are you Gilbert?" Damon said, his words almost transcending into a soft whisper, his tone naturally fluctuating as it often did. "You already have…" Of course, when Damon had been drinking, it only led to one thing - the erruption of his supressed thoughts; this was something he refused to hold back for all but one. Stubborn as he was, the Salvtore cared about her, and so, he made small allowances. “We can’t all get what we want, Elena…” He snapped in retort.

[elenarosegilbert]

She sighs, very clearly frustrated with him now. “I’m well aware of that. But right now, you’re an unwanted guest in this home.” She brushes past him abruptly and walks towards the door, flinging it open, ready to show him out. Leaning against the door for a beat or two, she decides for him that enough is enough.  ”Now - go.”

[unforgivingdanger]

A small smirk then made its way onto his lips at it tugged at them in a sardonic expression. "You really think that makes a difference to me, Elena?" He hissed, eyes narrowed momentarily before reverting to their normal appearance. "Did you forget?" He then asked, barely giving her the time to reply within the bursts of his spoken thoughts. "Invitation..." He whispered.