InsaneJournal

Who: Elena Gilbert & Samandriel
What: They need to talk
When: 1/28
Where: Elena's
Rating: We're going to go with Medium-High for now for language and mentions of stuff
Status: In progress




There were certain things that possibly should not have gotten under Samandriel's skin as much as they had. The angel had plans, of course. He always had plans. It was the one thing only Lucifer seemed to give him enough credit for. Then again, Lucifer was always well aware of what those plans were. Samandriel had no need to lie about anything, not to Lucifer or anyone. The easiest way to get someone to do something was, after all, to tell them the exact literal truth. In the face of everything that had been done to him in the past few weeks, Samandriel was pulling punches with no one. If Elena wanted to hate him, fine. If Jeremy wanted to hate him, not fine, particularly since the sound and fury coming from her brother came in the form of threats. They might well have signified nothing, but Samandriel was taking zero chances. He wasn't getting dragged through Hell again for anyone but Lucifer.

So as soon as school was done for him for the day (half days were a lucky side effect of the way he'd overachieved in his human life,) he showed up exactly where Elena was. Her living room was better than the bathroom or her bedroom, but he didn't care one way or another. The sound of wings heralded him regardless. He stood with his arms crossed looking not at all contrite at her, more angel than he'd ever bothered appearing to her before. "We need to talk." In his mind, they were still friends. Friends gave you the time of day. That she'd chosen to sic her brother on him instead of taking up her beef with him herself was irrelevant for the time being. Speaking to her was something that needed to happen before Jeremy got it in his head that he was at all able to spit such bile at an angel the same way a Winchester or a prophet could get away with. Fucking around was for more innocent angels. It was for Inais or Duma or even Remiel for all his bluster. He hated that both lives had molded him into something that had to fight, even if that was fighting his friends for their own sake. He had no idea how this was going to turn out only that it was fortunate that she had no idea how to banish him and likely lacked the constitution for it.