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( 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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~. ]