|elena gilbert (matter) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2012-06-13 13:33:00
|Entry tags:||damon salvatore, elena gilbert|
( action + closed ) kittens c:
[ Elena is kneeling on a patch of grass and tickling a kitten's tummy with her fingers. The weather's nice, much nicer than it's been, and if she's honest she's enjoying the warmth and clear skies of the dome so far today. Although she'd rather be enjoying them anywhere else, like home. Even she's getting tired of remembering home with an aching longing at this point. Mostly because she needs to deal with this, and not just for her - for Caroline now too.
Which is why she's here, to confront the fact some adjusting must happen. This is still kind of the cutest thing, so when the small furball's ineffectual paws start swiping at the back of her hand, she nearly smiles. But no, instead she cocks her head to the side and shoots the tuxedo kitten a raised-brow kind of look, because:
She has Damon here drawling on about something behind her, and she needs to share this snarky see, that's Damon for you look with someone who might understand. ]