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[closed] our love could be forever
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stefanged[Life must've decided to spit in his face. Stefan can't think of any other reason his head feels so foggy - the last thing he remembers is Alaric & Jo's wedding. He remembers the hope in his former teacher's face; he remembers the joy of the bridal march music; and he remembers - blood. He instinctively reaches for his stomach and peers down. He can't see a scar, let alone any sign of injury.
Something must've hit him like an eighteen-wheeler. It must've, because Stefan Salvatore doesn't get sick.
(He does, because he's human and mortal, but not that kind of sick. He took the flu shot and everything!!)
His heart sinks when he watches the world crumble beneath his feet and reform into his bedroom. His old, dusty attic bedroom, with Elena sitting at the foot of his bed. This is a dream, and she must've pulled him close to inhabit his conscious. He also finds himself not caring. So he rushes over to her, because yeah, right now? He thinks he'll wake up and see her when his eyes open again.]
Hey. [His voice feels breathless as he rushes into her arms. He feels apologetic too, even though he can't quite pinpoint why he would be.] Hey, I'm sorry.
Something must've hit him like an eighteen-wheeler. It must've, because Stefan Salvatore doesn't get sick.
(He does, because he's human and mortal, but not that kind of sick. He took the flu shot and everything!!)
His heart sinks when he watches the world crumble beneath his feet and reform into his bedroom. His old, dusty attic bedroom, with Elena sitting at the foot of his bed. This is a dream, and she must've pulled him close to inhabit his conscious. He also finds himself not caring. So he rushes over to her, because yeah, right now? He thinks he'll wake up and see her when his eyes open again.]
Hey. [His voice feels breathless as he rushes into her arms. He feels apologetic too, even though he can't quite pinpoint why he would be.] Hey, I'm sorry.
[closed] my soul is from elsewhere
Mar. 14th, 2015 02:53 amstefanged[Luceti did not like Stefan, and in turn, Stefan didn't like it much either. While the running electricity and water was adequate, and he had sufficed a "decent" existence, it wasn't home. He had wandered the US for nearly a century. He had seen a great many things, and yet none of it had prepared him for this.
Instead of retreating into his shell, though, he had decided to take the plunge and attempt to befriend people. The werewolves from La Push hadn't ended well - Stefan accidentally mistook them for dinner - but for the most part, he had created some kind of social circle that... well, it was certainly better than the one he had at home.
When was the last time he was actually meeting friends for dinner? Guy friends, and not the random shopping sprees Caroline would drag him out on? He didn't remember. He really, really couldn't.
So, tonight, as he stands in the center of the village, awaiting Luke's arrival, he glances down at his magic journal every few seconds. People are always posting on it, and while not much pings him enough to respond, their stories are entertaining enough to keep him distracted while he waits.]
Instead of retreating into his shell, though, he had decided to take the plunge and attempt to befriend people. The werewolves from La Push hadn't ended well - Stefan accidentally mistook them for dinner - but for the most part, he had created some kind of social circle that... well, it was certainly better than the one he had at home.
When was the last time he was actually meeting friends for dinner? Guy friends, and not the random shopping sprees Caroline would drag him out on? He didn't remember. He really, really couldn't.
So, tonight, as he stands in the center of the village, awaiting Luke's arrival, he glances down at his magic journal every few seconds. People are always posting on it, and while not much pings him enough to respond, their stories are entertaining enough to keep him distracted while he waits.]
lockwouldnt[Some legacies were a burden. The stupid Founders' Council - excuse him, Town Council - was no exception. Ever since Mom had taken over as Town Mayor, various members had "wondered" if Tyler would join their ranks.
He didn't know why they asked. The answer was always no. He didn't want to further taint his name - not the Lockwood name, his - by associating with the same people who wanted to eliminate supernatural threats. In public, they ruled over Mystic Falls with an iron fist, distracting the populace with stupid parties that celebrated a war that the town kind of lost? (He knew about Confederate pride. He really did, but they DID lose the Civil War...)
Then, of course, his freshman year of college had changed all that. Matt had somehow gotten an offer as an intern - and like hell Tyler would let him wander into the lions' den alone. It's the Town Council! (At least Mom was happy about this decision.)
So Tyler's casually waiting for his best friend outside City Hall, keeping himself preoccupied with his phone since he arrived earlylike a loser like the good friend he is. He even brought coffee for the both of them! He figures, this way, their first day can at least start on the right foot.]
He didn't know why they asked. The answer was always no. He didn't want to further taint his name - not the Lockwood name, his - by associating with the same people who wanted to eliminate supernatural threats. In public, they ruled over Mystic Falls with an iron fist, distracting the populace with stupid parties that celebrated a war that the town kind of lost? (He knew about Confederate pride. He really did, but they DID lose the Civil War...)
Then, of course, his freshman year of college had changed all that. Matt had somehow gotten an offer as an intern - and like hell Tyler would let him wander into the lions' den alone. It's the Town Council! (At least Mom was happy about this decision.)
So Tyler's casually waiting for his best friend outside City Hall, keeping himself preoccupied with his phone since he arrived early
[closed] Sorely Mythtaken Identity
Nov. 16th, 2014 02:01 amstefanged[When most people called on a babysitter, Stefan wasn't usually on the short list. He couldn't blame them, either: as much as he believed in people and tried to stay positive, he tended to wallow in his thoughts a little too long. Still, a favor was a favor. If Buffy asked him to jump, he'd probably ask how high (before, you know, making sure she wouldn't stake him).
This afternoon, Dawn had taken him - dragged, really - to the mall. Every teenager's favorite hangout, and the stuff of Stefan's nightmares. Not because most girls oogled him when they thought he wasn't looking (who were they fooling?); not because Twilight passed for popular literature; and not because of the crowds that threatened to push him if he stood still too long.
Nah, it was just irritating that every cashier seemed to think he was Dawn's older brother. They didn't look THAT alike, did they? The first time, it was cute. By the fifth, he was starting to think he should change his last name.
Teasingly, to Dawn:] You think we should tell Buff about her new kid brother?
This afternoon, Dawn had taken him - dragged, really - to the mall. Every teenager's favorite hangout, and the stuff of Stefan's nightmares. Not because most girls oogled him when they thought he wasn't looking (who were they fooling?); not because Twilight passed for popular literature; and not because of the crowds that threatened to push him if he stood still too long.
Nah, it was just irritating that every cashier seemed to think he was Dawn's older brother. They didn't look THAT alike, did they? The first time, it was cute. By the fifth, he was starting to think he should change his last name.
Teasingly, to Dawn:] You think we should tell Buff about her new kid brother?
[Closed] You Play With Fire...
Oct. 28th, 2014 04:03 pmbonnfire[Against all rational judgment, Bonnie had decided to study abroad in London for her second year of college. It wasn't the smartest idea, considering she had just come back from the dead (again), and okay, maybe her friends needed her to fix their drama of the week (AGAIN), but she had suffered enough! She wanted to experience the wider world, and dangit, England offered that! Plus, as she pointed out to her friends, she would be only one Skype call away. She could offer them rational advice, and let them figure things out for once.
One weekend, she headed to Manchester with some of the other kids from her program. It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend, exploring the town and some of its haunts and taking pictures for the eager parents back home. Except, it was getting a bit chilly. So she excuses herself from the group, finding a (supposed) isolated spot and murmuring "Incendia" to warm herself up with her own bitty flame.
Except one kid had to spot her and ask about her flame, so she tried to explain (to no avail), and then one thing lead to another...
Instead of leaving with her group on time, she's detained in the hotel lobby while she waits for "the proper authorities" to arrive. At least she's allowed to check her iPhone! Bonnie sighs, thumbing through pictures on Instagram as she wonders how much trouble she's going to land in. Please, authorities, don't make her miss anthropology class!]
One weekend, she headed to Manchester with some of the other kids from her program. It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend, exploring the town and some of its haunts and taking pictures for the eager parents back home. Except, it was getting a bit chilly. So she excuses herself from the group, finding a (supposed) isolated spot and murmuring "Incendia" to warm herself up with her own bitty flame.
Except one kid had to spot her and ask about her flame, so she tried to explain (to no avail), and then one thing lead to another...
Instead of leaving with her group on time, she's detained in the hotel lobby while she waits for "the proper authorities" to arrive. At least she's allowed to check her iPhone! Bonnie sighs, thumbing through pictures on Instagram as she wonders how much trouble she's going to land in. Please, authorities, don't make her miss anthropology class!]
