Who: The Salvatores Where: Where they're living currently, somewhere in Spain What: lolarguments over giiiirls When: now-ish Warnings: None yet, will update as necessary.
Stefan wasn't massively angry, really, and mostly he was just confused, but he was going to have words with his brother all the same. He'd been out with Meggie, who he'd met quite by accident at an antique book fair some time previously, they'd fallen in to talking, since they knew some of the same places in Italy and had become friends.
That was, honestly, all there was to it. They'd started writing, now that Stefan had a stable forwarding address, because they agreed that it was a dying art, Meggie shared some of her favorite literature, and Stefan helped with her pronunciation, since even as long as she'd lived in the country when she was younger, she was still a beginner, even though she loved the language. Their correspondence was, in fact, mostly in Italian, since Meggie caught on to the written far more quickly than she caught onto the spoken.
"Damon!" He snapped, sweeping into the plush apartment they were staying in, hoping that his brother was home and he wouldn't have to wait until whenever he got back.