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Tweak says, "Screw Flanders."

Elena Gilbert (compassionkills) wrote in zfuturelogs,
@ 2012-10-20 23:12:00

Entry tags:

elena gilbert, stefan salvatore

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.

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compassionkills
2012-10-24 07:32 pm UTC (link)

She was watching him because he wasn't saying anything. It wasn't totally out of character for Stefan to be monosyllabic but when he didn't talk she paid extra attention to his body language and the way he spoke to her without speaking at all. She studied his finely chiseled features and noticed the last bottle of alcohol.

"We can find some more later," she said. Things like alcohol were harder to get but some of the people in the rebel camps had figured out how to make moonshine and bathtub gin. And even though Elena found the taste repulsive, it still helped curb her cravings and so she drank it anyway. The stuff was so strong sometimes she even got a little drunk off of it.

She felt his hand at her waist, pulling her closer and she settled against him comfortably. "I love you," she breathed out as she tugged him back to the bed. There were other ways to curb cravings, to push her body to its physical limits, to push his in the same way until they both collapsed into exhaustion.

She kissed him as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and flung it on the floor.

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