Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert; The Party; 8 PM
The feeling was almost indefinable; being drawn to someone, an urge to be close to them, make them smile...all without understanding the past, no memories to back up the emotion. Yet it was impossible to ignore; he wasn't dense, within a few minutes of being around her, picking up on the fact that they had dated at some point was simple. It was in the way she looked at him; how they spoke to one another, a deeper meaning to the stories they she shared, the things they had done. All of it came to a halt with the revelation of what was going on between her and his brother; now Stefan had been torn between not wanting to be the person that they remembered, and fighting the need to be near Elena. Now she was walking towards him, and when Elena settled her gaze on him, he felt like the only person in the world. At her fall, he came close to scooping her up, but Elena was able to recover on her own, and his lips were drawn into a slight smile. “You know as much about my day as I do at this point,” as she took his hand, Stefan gave a slight nod of his head. “I think you would have managed. Elena Gilbert seems pretty timeless to me.”
Part of him was still angry; driven completely by jealousy. He couldn't remember the way that they had fallen in love; the nights they had shared, the moments where she had lived for nothing more than his arms around her...but he still felt the emptiness of all of it being gone. The feeling that she wasn't someone that anyone could ever get over; his mind had been completely purged of his life's events, and he still wasn't over her. Didn't that speak to a powerful bond? Fate? Things that he shouldn't be contemplating. He just wanted to be. Exist. Have fun, now that all of the guilt had been taken away. Not be so boxed in by sins of the past. “As far as how I am...” Tilting his head, green eyes were locked with her own, leading Elena towards more of a clearing so that they would be able to carry out his request. “I'm an amnesiatic vampire who just asked the love of his life...who also happens to be his brother's girlfriend...to dance. Oh, and we're on a forced vacation to Las Vegas.” He didn't mean for it to sound like an attack on her; he could just see the amusement in how crazy that situation was. “And I have a feeling that's not the most crazy thing we've done.”
The music was appropriate for the setting; and this just felt...natural. He didn't care about rules or his brother's feelings right then. He was done being the selfless one; it was a huge part of who he was, and no matter what he tried he'd never be able to cut it out completely, but Stefan could ignore it in order to enjoy this moment. They were closer than just friends would have been; intimate, but not lewd or inappropriate. Her scent was stronger now; the fragrance of the shampoo she used, and something that was just Elena. Breathing in, it was like being surrounded by her, swept away in her. He could understand all too well how anyone would fall in love with her. A slow, gentle sway to the music...it was almost scary how in tune their bodies could be with one another, no words being spoken, it just...happened. And this? This was easily the best that Stefan had felt since arriving in Las Vegas. How could he just walk away? Even if it was what was best for both of them. For his sanity; for her heart.
“At least this isn't something I forgot how to do,” Stefan mused quietly, he was careful to be mindful of her dress, moving with a certain grace that came from being a vampire for more than a century. Silently, he wandered how many times they had danced like this before. The when and the where. “I don't get it,” he said softly as he still held her gaze. Slowly dipping her back, Stefan still smiled, easily supporting her. “If I don't remember then why can I feel it?”