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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.
stefanged[If there was one thing in the world Stefan truly hated, it was a pair-up class partner project. He usually couldn't choose his partner; he usually did most of the work; AND it was a waste of his time. "Class projects mimic the real world! They teach you valuable lessons!"
What valuable lesson, Stefan wanted to ask as he stared down at the assignment sheet. The valuable lesson of working with Ms. Gilbert? The one person in the entire grade he wanted to avoid? It was getting harder every year, especially since they were on the same road to class valedictorian.
He shouldn't have these intense, burning emotions in his head just by looking at her. She wasn't Muslim. She wasn't Jordanian. She wasn't the kind of girl he could bring home, and well - popular girls didn't date nerds. That would've been a bigger issue in their high school circuit. Stefan wasn't popular, nor was he quite unpopular. He hung in that weird middle tier, reserved for nerds who had not-typical skillsets. Like his.
They were given the rest of class to move and discuss the project, so Stefan pulled her towards a secluded corner of the room. He sighed, tapping the paper.]
So... how should we go about dividing this? 50-50?
What valuable lesson, Stefan wanted to ask as he stared down at the assignment sheet. The valuable lesson of working with Ms. Gilbert? The one person in the entire grade he wanted to avoid? It was getting harder every year, especially since they were on the same road to class valedictorian.
He shouldn't have these intense, burning emotions in his head just by looking at her. She wasn't Muslim. She wasn't Jordanian. She wasn't the kind of girl he could bring home, and well - popular girls didn't date nerds. That would've been a bigger issue in their high school circuit. Stefan wasn't popular, nor was he quite unpopular. He hung in that weird middle tier, reserved for nerds who had not-typical skillsets. Like his.
They were given the rest of class to move and discuss the project, so Stefan pulled her towards a secluded corner of the room. He sighed, tapping the paper.]
So... how should we go about dividing this? 50-50?
[closed] it had to be aliens
Jan. 23rd, 2016 12:51 amstefanged[Sleepovers at the Alesci home were standard fare: Olette invites a bunch of friends, and they proceed to be loud until the wee hours of the morning. Stefan was more than used to their presence - and well, even teenagers need a little extra supervision.
The night was all set to be a peaceful one. Olette had baked cookies; they were marathoning movies on TV; and Stefan was curled up in the adjacent room with a book and a good cup of tea. Then the network had to send out a post about an alien attack downtown and well....
So much for that book. Stefan reaches for his car keys almost immediately. To Olette and his friends, he calls out,] Hey, I'm heading out. [Like it's an afterthought, rather than something he'd carefully calculated the second he saw the post:] Marinette? Any way you could help me out? It shouldn't take long.
[He hopes. He really, really hopes, because just once, he'd prefer a book and tea to whatever building the Vermini monsters were after.]
The night was all set to be a peaceful one. Olette had baked cookies; they were marathoning movies on TV; and Stefan was curled up in the adjacent room with a book and a good cup of tea. Then the network had to send out a post about an alien attack downtown and well....
So much for that book. Stefan reaches for his car keys almost immediately. To Olette and his friends, he calls out,] Hey, I'm heading out. [Like it's an afterthought, rather than something he'd carefully calculated the second he saw the post:] Marinette? Any way you could help me out? It shouldn't take long.
[He hopes. He really, really hopes, because just once, he'd prefer a book and tea to whatever building the Vermini monsters were after.]
[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.]
[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?
