Elena Gilbert (theyfightforher) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-11-04 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, elena gilbert, malcolm bright |
Who: Elena and Malcolm
What: Enjoying the bonfire
When: backdated til the 1st at dark
Where: In front of the bonfire that is in front to her tent.
Status: Closed and on-going
Warnings: None, possible flirting
Elena was impressed, there were all the ingredients for smores including the sticks. The beautiful Virginian was excited. To be honest, she had a bit of a crush on Malcolm, or her younger self did. The real-time-version didn't really know much about Malcolm. She thought he was kind and good. The perfect potion for a friend.
You could see the fingers of the fire, leaping into the sky, in her brown orbs. It popped and crackled cheerily. When she was little, the family would go camping. She didn't remember much but sitting around the bonfire. It reminded her of her parents, her adopted ones. They would always be her parents, at least in her eyes. That memory swirled around in her mind, slipping out of sparkling eyes to kiss a smile on her face.
Inspecting the sticks she chose one with two spokes on it for hot dogs. Her thought process was multiple marshmallows to put on the chocolate on top of the graham crackers. Carefully, she put marshmallows on each spoke; then she placed them over the fire, while she held the handled portion of the stick.
Dark lashes looked out inspecting the burning mellow. She was distracted by movement ahead of her. The smile she had on her lips broadened when she recognized Malcolm. Delicately she waved at him.
"Hello," she welcomed him. "Come sit here," she patted the seat closest to her. "Thanks for coming. I love bonfires. They remind me of happier times."