who: Stefan Salvatore & Elena Gilbert what: Elena comes 'home'. where: Stefan's apartment when: the night evening of the 29th rating: high. oh god, so high. status: in progress
He'd been extremely patient putting up with Elena lately, especially with the situation they were currently stuck in. He hadn't lied about saying he would treat her well if she learned to behave--it was a kind of leniency he'd never given to another human. He'd never even compelled Elena! It was much more rewarding to mold her into what he wanted. Sure, she wasn't behaving now, but at least she had agreed to come home to him. That was a start, it was better than going to hunt her down and find himself with having to fight someone...like the pathetic version of him. Or another Elena. That'd be interesting.
Stefan sat on the couch in the living room, leaning forward, his hands pressed together, fingers absently playing with his daylight ring as the minutes passed by. Why had he agreed to let her come back on her own? She was probably just wasting time, not wanting to see him. He'd just have to handle that when she arrived. Nothing too severe, but at least a little punishment after she had eaten her meal for the night. Perhaps he'd gone a bit too long without feeding her. No, it was time to change tactics, it was time to get her to trust him and want to be with him. And all without compulsion. He was sure he could handle that. It would take time, but it would be worth it. He got up from the couch and went to the door, unlocking it for the girl, then headed into the kitchen to dish out the lasagna he'd gotten for her. This was a good first step and maybe he would win her over before he knew it.