Who: Elena Gilbert and Stefan Salvatore What: Elena comes home from a rescue mission Where: The rebel camp When: Right after she ran into Clint Warnings: Shouldn't be
Elena couldn't believe that everything had gone so smoothly. Because of her superior speed she was able to round up all of the people who had gotten separated from each other in the woods and round them up back to camp. They were all the same, wide eyed and desperate. Their fear and sorrow clung to Elena as she walked back to the small house that she and Stefan had been sharing for the past few months. There were always mercenaries out looking for them. Klaus and Rebekah and Alec didn't seem to mind turning scores of vampires despite how low the human population was. They had their farms after all.
So heavy with the weight of humanity, the young vampire returned to her best friend and lover. The one person she had always been able to truly count on when it mattered. They shared a mutual respect and love for one another in a bond that couldn't be broken. That was why she immediately went to seek out his arms. She sighed against his chest as she felt his hand come to rest over her dark head. Even now, after so many years she thought she might get used to it, the way the people made her feel. Their stinking humanity now in surround sound... and smell and sight and feel.
"How was your day?" she asked him as she pulled away slightly. It wasn't just the humans that were still on her mind either. Clint was still in the back of her mind, the way he had looked had her had just filled her with grief. She understood what it was like to grieve for your own human self, she had gone through that. Scratch, was going through that. But it got easier every day and that had to be worth something.