It gets unpredictable like this: Because she wants to play. The types of games Stefan likes are usually a bit too turbulent, a touch too real for Elena. The sudden roughness in which he handles her, the way his attention focuses on his own passion, his own needs, makes for her an uncomfortable encounter. She […]
It gets sticky like this: It takes another day for Stefan to talk and walk without assistance, for Damon’s nose to stop intermittently bleeding, for Bonnie to stop randomly stuttering. Two for the thunder pain behind their eyes to cease. Three before Caroline can be in a room with any one of them without slack-jaw […]
It escalates like this: His voice is heavy in the dark. “Why do you want to die?” Hers annoyed, lined with sleep. “What makes you think I want to die?” “Every decision you’ve ever made.” “I can recall a time when you would have happily danced on my grave.” “A fist pump, maybe. But only […]
It gets complicated like this: Because there’s no hiding it anymore. Not from werewolves, or vampires, or any witch with halfway decent sense of smell. Their fragrance is cemented in her now, a permanent wild honey fire that lets any supernatural in a ten-mile radius know who she belongs to. Bonnie finds she doesn’t mind. […]
It heals like this: On the third night of the full moon, Bonnie wakes from a restless sleep to tickling on her instep, steely breath against her toes. Stefan, settling himself on hands and knees at her feet, rubbing his nose over her ankle as he inhales. Quick tongue swiping at the round of the […]