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Tweak says, "You wish you were me."

elena gilbert (matter) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-02-24 13:22:00

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cordelia chase, cross marian, damon salvatore, elena gilbert, eric northman, helix wamtani, jenna sommers, momo mizrahi, niklaus mikaelson, puck, quinn fabray, rose tyler, sam merlotte, sam winchester, zatanna zatara

DAY 207 (nightish) → open video + private messages.
[ welcome to elena's room. it's filled with things. and boxes. some things are in some boxes. she's thought twice about making this video, and then thought twice about making it public (klaus) but on her second thought, she decided to stop hiding in the network.

for the most part.

she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, mister teddy junior in her lap. ] It's kind of amazing how much stuff can accumulate here after a month. [ wait. ] More than. [ she puts him in the box. ] Books, clothes... [ her eyes look out to the space of her thoughts for a only a split second ] people, memories.

I know a lot of us are all working to find a way home. [ her included. maybe. ] I guess I was wondering why any of you would want to stay.

& private to zatanna zatara

I think we should keep our conversations private for now. Even if it's just something silly. It's not a good idea for you to have Klaus' attention. Even if Rebekah's already told him... [ she swallows. it may be a desperate, scared attempt to protect her... but elena's willing to be that, do that. being a witch might attract klaus' attention too, without her help, but... the thing that gives her more pause at the moment is jeremy, jenna - how she kept things from them to keep them safe, and it hurt them in the end. (she lost jenna entirely.) so. ] Is that okay?

& private to sam winchester

I wanted to thank you. For the other day. When we were at the library. [ yeah that's all she's got. it's not about the kiss, or the embracing, but it's subtext. he was there for her when she needed somebody, and he listened. wanted to. and it's more than that - the understanding, and the things they confessed...

subtext. ]

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DAY 207 → very very late action / damon salvatore

matter
2013-02-27 03:30 pm UTC (link)

[ she doesn't plan this. (or maybe she knew, figured it out, make her silent decision sometime between cradling caroline against her chest and waiting with her at the hospital, watching as her bones reset, hearing his agonized cries.) this is something she has to do, somewhere she needs to be. it only takes a few moments to strap the stakes to her wrist, put a jacket on. (there was a time when she'd used to wear the device every day for the force; now she just has it. a new one. spare parts weren't hard to find, and after klaus...)

caroline's sleeping. resting. she needs that.

no one stops her leaving the apartment. no one notices. elena shows up at damon's without being stopped by anyone.

she doesn't think about why he would do this. doesn't want to. (she's plagued with knowing why, understanding why anyway - and the difference is this time, it doesn't matter.) she doesn't think of earlier today, the tears burning her eyes as she talked about jeremy and jenna. how his voice leveled her, helped her, comforted her, how she didn't want him to go; it doesn't matter. (it is, but it doesn't matter.)

she enters without invitation, without pause. the doorknob thuds against the wall's paneling, and she walks inside looking for him. she finds him in the den, drinking. (it's not surprising.) her lips curl slightly in a sneer, her eyes harden and the anger that's been simmering boils to the surface. (the hurt, the betrayal.) she makes her way forward.

it doesn't occur to her he could stop her if he wanted to: he won't, and no matter what she'll have the upper hand. it's a simple move, made easier by the couch in back of him. elena heels his shoulder and grabs his arm, kicks the back of leg hard enough to easily bruise anyone who's not a vampire, and uses the momentum to stumble and fall with him, crash against the couch and straddle him. it feels good to touch him with barely constrained rage and pain, her movements strong and sure. (she wants to hit him harder, move faster, for the first time wishes she could.)

there's a catch in her wrist, and she touches it. makes sure to look him eyes to moment the pressure releases and her fingers curl around the stake before it impales him, right over his heart. it scares her. doing it, because she can. she can kill him, and he won't stop her. ]

If you hurt Caroline again, I'll hurt you. [ she doesn't want to, and she wants to, and she will. ]

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