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elena gilbert (matter) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2014-05-19 15:34:00

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clay kaczmarek, elena gilbert, kitty pryde (aoa), sam winchester, spencer reid

( day 272 ) shared dreaming!
dream option one: mystic falls cemetery.

[ there's a crow. it's the first thing you notice, how it's perched on top of stone and screaming before flapping away, leading your eyes into an old cemetery. the sign reads: "mystic falls cemetery, estd, 1792."

there's something different about this place, whether you've been here or not. a girl you might know with straight dark hair is leaning against one of the tombstones, her diary in her lap. she's writing. what's odd is this cemetery? it's in somebody's backyard. elena's backyard. her house is not three yards behind her. if you walk inside the cemetery grounds, you might catch some names on the headstones.

most of them are gilberts: "john, miranda, grayson." one says "jenna sommers" and another "alaric saltzman." maybe you recognize "stefan salvatore" and "caroline forbes," too. one of them, the one elena's sitting at? it has her name. ]

dream option two: hunting.

[ the bar and grill you're in is small and packed. she's a girl with a warm smile, drinking without a care in the world. she's even throwing her hands up in celebration at the game of pool she's winning. but something's not quite right about this place - there are too many shadows. you might notice the girl's smile isn't quite as warm as it seems. she pulls a man into those shadows. you watch as the veins around her eyes darken and her eyes redden. she doesn't hesitate to lunge for his neck and viciously pierce his skin with her teeth. ]

dream option three: home/potential smutty option.

[ there are flowers on her sheets. red. there's a window seat behind you and a breeze that comes in. a vanity to your left has a mirror. there are pictures stuck in the frame, of elena and her friends, her family. this is elena's room, at home. maybe this is where you start. maybe the shower is running in the next room and you're in there with her, her wet lips insistent against yours. you could be clothed and on the bed. player's choice~. ]

ooc: everyone is welcome to all options! if anyone wants to choose the smut option but fade-to-black, that's totally okay with me! we can discuss. :)

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matter
2014-05-20 02:03 am UTC (link)

[ a dork lawyer/possible judge and a dork writer. a match made in heaven. caroline makes fun of them. (she would; elena would smile and shake her head and bonnie would laugh.)

it's a good life, she has. could have, with him. she doesn't think of why that should make her sad, why the feel of his hands inspire such desire in her, such longing. but she feels it, like a ghost of pain in her chest. (but that's not what this is, right now.) her hands slip into the open sides of his shirt and push them down his shoulders, her eyes hooded and dark as they part for a moment. her fingertip lightly map over the contours of his chest, down to his hips. she smiles softly.

way too many clothes. ]

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tallerthanthou
2014-05-23 04:06 am UTC (link)

[He smiles back—eager. Somehow this feels both familiar and fresh as if it's brand new when he knows it isn't. Maybe that's just the way she always makes him feel. Like the world is so full of new possibilities that it's hard for anything to feel stale or impossible when he's with her.

Which may be just a little poetic of a thought considering his hands are sliding up her sides now, bringing her helpless shirt up along with them until he can coax her arms up and pull it up and over her head completely.]

You're beautiful.

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matter
2014-05-24 03:24 pm UTC (link)

[ you're beautiful. it's not something she would have dreamed of him saying, but of course he would. sam thinks she's beautiful. (despite what she is, the things she's done, what she's capable of.) the way he looks at her (always), the way he touches her; there's love there, understanding, acceptance.

the words clench her heart painfully, even as she takes that sentiment as he means it, because there's always those thoughts at the back of her mind: (this isn't her face. these aren't her hands, the ones she's stained with blood. katherine was her long before she existed.)

but he means them, and katherine doesn't exist, and this is world where she's the girl she wants to be. so she'll kiss him. (she'd kiss him no matter the reality.) it's full of love, longing, desire. she presses closer, her bare skin to his, her arms moving around his shoulders, her fingers finding his hair. she knows what she wants. it's simple, for once, and honest: him. ]

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tallerthanthou
2014-05-25 07:02 pm UTC (link)

[They're together in this dream—in this bed. It shouldn't feel so surprising that each kiss and each item of clothing lost brings them closer and more entwined and yet it does. There are so many feelings, but surprise is definitely among them. But it's the best kind of surprise and for now he can't bring himself to question it.

His hands slide up and down her bare back. Almost bare. They skim over her bra. Once. Twice. And on the third time they pause at it, releasing the hooks and letting it hang open as he kisses her.]

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matter
2014-05-26 01:14 am UTC (link)

[ she's wanted this. missed it. missed him. (isn't that what she said?) she's missed being together, and having this. that's the thrill she feels, the rightness, the desire: his hands on her skin and his mouth on hers. her hips rock over his with slow, deliberate intention: to encourage exactly where she wants this to go. she breaks away from their kiss to offer her neck to his mouth, to press her lips with a gentleness to his cheek, his jaw. ]

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	tallerthanthou 2014-05-26 10:10 pm UTC (link)
	[He gently pushes the straps down her arms and the rocking emboldens him. He drops his head down, kissing along her throat and then lower still.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	matter 2014-05-27 06:55 pm UTC (link)
	[ her lips pull into a smile and her breath turns to a soft gasp. her hands feel the outline of his shoulders before she pulls her arms free of those straps. it's then that she cradles his face, the strap of white lace still between them, and tilts his head up for another kiss. her fingers slip down his chest to find his belt buckle. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tallerthanthou 2014-05-31 07:32 pm UTC (link)
	[He should really learn not to wear so many locking mechanisms when he comes over to visit. Only tear away warm-up clothes from now on. Then again, the feel of her hands skillfully removing things makes up for any time lost. This isn't a race. It isn't like time is against them, right? They have today and tomorrow and their entire futures ahead of them.] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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