Who: Stefan & Damon Salvatore Where: Their Villa in Spain When: Eveningish Warnings: Potentially, will update as necessary.
Stefan had been on edge all week, and he wasn't sure why. He had no viable reason for it, things with Johanna seemed to have passed, Damon wasn't being any more of an ass than usual, and he and Meggie were still corresponding as usual. There had been no recent threats to life, limb, or livelihood, and, in fact, things seemed to have settled marvelously into place.
Which, he suspected, was part of the problem. In his experience whenever things started to settle down, it was only to blow up in his face within short order. He wasn't really hungry, no more than he usually was, at any rate, but he'd gone hunting all the same, there was a pack of wolves some distance into the foothills.
He was almost tired when he got back, and better fed than he'd been in some time, easing in through the door from the veranda just in case Damon had company.