how we ( S U R V I V E ) is what makes us who we are

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how we ( S U R V I V E ) is what makes us who we are
What flowers would your muse give to mine?
Put a flower or more in my inbox to show your muse's feelings for mine, anon or not:
AMARANTH: Broken-hearted
ANEMONE: Possessiveness
BEGONIA: Warning
BELLFLOWER: Gratitude
CANDYTUFT: Indifference
CARNATION (PINK): Protectiveness
CARNATION (YELLOW): Disdain
DILL: Lust
GERANIUM: Respect
IRIS: Inspiration
LARKSPUR: Familial affection
LAVENDER: Distrust
LILY (ORANGE): Hatred
LILY (RED): Professional relationship
LILY (WHITE): Regret
MARIGOLD: Jealousy
PANSY: Loving thoughts
PEONY: Shyness
PETUNIA: Anger and resentment
ROSE (ORANGE): Fascination
ROSE (RED): Romantic love
ROSE (PINK): Friendship
SUNFLOWER: Admiration
SYCAMORE: Curiosity
TUBEROSE: Pleasure
TULIP (WHITE): Forgiveness
TULIP (YELLOW): Insecurity
VIOLET: Loyalty
ZINNIA: Fear
She lost her mom too young and she loves blindly and recklessly even if it consumes her.
S h e ’ s j u s t a g i r l .
❝i’m Dean,❞ he replies easily, his hand stretching out in an offer to hers. he’s aware that she might be thinking that he’s some creep lurking at a party for young women like her, but that’s far from the case. he had frequented parties with Helen when she was alive, and he had continued it even after her death. it kept her memory alive, and Dean wanted that. a life such as his is lonely, and frequent company prevents that.
❝i’m not from here, actually. i’m fairly new, just moved here.❞ that’s the truth, too. he’s been to mystic falls before, several years ago, but it would have been long before Elena was born. ❝are you from here, Elena? originally, i mean.❞
【☂ 】 she takes his hand and shakes it, feeling a sort of surge of electricity when she does. maybe it's one of those weird chemistry-at-first-sight things.
‘ i dunno why you'd wanna move here. pretty boring. ’
the smile and her laugh are genuine this time and she shrugs, rolling her brown eyes.
‘ yeah. from here. born and raised. the big wig parties are usually the only entertaining events. ’
she feels like she knows him, like she's heard his voice before, but she ignores it, visibly shuddering to shake off the notion.
’ asking for my name isn’t ; asking due to assump- tion of RECEIVING it, though, really is. — and i’m sure one wouldn’t be stupid enough to mistake me for someone else. i’m very IMPULSIVE, you must know. ‘
【☂ 】 ‘ impulsive, huh? ---- i've known a fair amount of impulsive people in my time. how can i get you to tell me more, mysterious stranger? ’
❛ trust me… i hate it too. —- just make me a promise. don’t ever erase me from your memory again. ❜
【☂ 】 ‘ i think that's doable. i still dunno what i was thinking. ’
he’s a little bit older than the typical party guests, and he’s very aware of that. but that detail hasn’t stopped him from joining a party so far in his life and it won’t stop him now, either. besides, he has a feeling that he’s the only one here over the age to buy alcohol, and in the past, he’s worked that to his advantage. he moves seamlessly through the throng of people, only stopping on occasion for minimal chit-chat and merrymaking. throughout the evening, he’s caught glances of a familiar face, one long-since deceased but he never forgets a face such as hers. Helen’s been dead for centuries, but if Dean didn’t know any better, he’d say this was her. he needs an excuse to approach her, to make a conversation, but nothing comes to mind. until she approaches the punch bowl, and then he makes his move, fluid footsteps carrying him over.
❝is it stronger than you had planned?❞
the demon questions with a smile, brows arching just slightly. ❝or would you like it stronger?❞
【☂ 】 ‘ uhm. yeah. the first one, i mean. by quite a bit. ’
elena smiles awkwardly at the guy who'd come over to the punch bowl. he's older than she is, she can tell that much -- and he's got this look on his face that's almost expectant. maybe that's not so bad, though, because he looked like ... well, he looked like a movie star.
‘ i haven't seen you in mystic before. i'm elena. ’
she says, leaping out on a metaphorical limb with as warm a smile as she could muster.
❛ do you expect so little of me, elena? they’re hiding in a much more creative place. i suppose you have some time to find them before the party. ❜
【☂ 】 ‘ am i gonna have to bribe you to get you to just give them to me? name your price, katherine. i'm not gonna easter-egg hunt. ’
You either say how you feel and fuck it up or say nothing and let it fuck you up instead.
(via dr-dazzling)
(insp.)
❛ there’s no pressure here, elena. — i can wait. ❜
and he can. he’s completely okay with the thought of her spending christmas with caroline, jeremy, and alaric.
【☂ 】 ‘ i just hate that there has to be this ---- huge gap. i don't want it to stay like this. ’
❞ i take the note —————— i’m tate. ❝
【☂ 】 ‘ ------ elena. nice to meet you, tate. ’
How would I make any decisions if I only know half the story?
”This is a CRISIS, Elena. Seriously, I don’t know how you can laugh at a time like this. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into these decorations & now you tell me that they’re semi-creepy ?!” no one ever said that she wasn’t a drama queen
【☂ 】 ‘ there's not any crisis, care. i told you, it's great. it's my... er. apparent newfound disdain for dollies. ’
what’s the similarity between dean and a five-year-old? arguably, there’s many, but in this case — he can’t help but to go right ahead and do exactly what he’s been told not to do. so he touches it.
“ — why not? ”
【☂ 】 ‘ ---- it's a family heirloom. i didn't invite you in so you could touch stuff with explicit not-permission. ’
‘ … aw, you’re cute. i’m that chick that doesn’t give you a name. i don’t really trust people that are oddly used to being mistaken for someone else. ‘
【☂ 】 ‘ why is asking for your name cute? —— you can't tell me you've never been mistaken for someone else. ’