It’s endured like this: On the third day of the full moon, Bonnie stays in her bed. Magickally shields and blacks out every door, every window. Turns off her phone. Makes herself invisible to monsters by pulling the covers over her head. The crows show up mid-day, sitting silently in the elm outside her window. […]
It expands like this: With the realization that he hates Mystic Falls. It used to be fun: the constant threat to Elena’s life, the random baddies looking to sway Bonnie or steal her power. Fun to hunt the hunters, fun to kick rogue vampires out of his town. It added spice to his days, […]
It amplifies like this: On the first night of the full moon, Damon realizes he’ll be haunted by green eyes for the rest of his long, undead life. Wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, those two sets of emerald forest peepers aren’t too far from his thoughts. The way Bonnie’s tend to go hazel […]
It’s understood like this: Because they talk on the nights preceding the full moon, when Bonnie’s not there. When she’s been dragged away by Caroline or Elena, or sweating in her dance class, or contemplating what courses to take next semester. Or when she simply needs some time alone. They talk. About the past, about […]
It shifts like this: Because it happens now, the three of them coming together, more often than not. That whisper in mind and body that calls them collectively on nights like these: nights when the moon is null and the boardinghouse is quiet, Elena and Jeremy tucked into their beds across town, Alaric living […]