/         surprised       or       confused    pls   ! 

id: @humansdesires 
            * surprisingly, stefan didn’t move away or even hesitate as her nails dug across his chest, but his gaze did soften at her words. he was so blinded by his hatred that he had forgotten the world was bigger than him and klaus— a selfishness he hadn’t felt in over a century * i didn’t– think. * there should’ve been more to that sentence but he couldn’t bring himself to speak for a moment. hurt flashes across his features at the question, her smile and cold gaze making him feel even worse. he’d never pictured them actually succeeding in killing klaus let alone rebekah, he always thought it was be a never ending losing battle until they finally stopped * no… no i don’t know what i actually would’ve done if you died but i never wanted you to get hurt. i never wanted elena to dagger you or for you to drink from that glass and every time i see you it / kills / me that i didn’t fight for you. * his gaze was pleading, desperate even as he searches her eyes for anything. she could always see when he was lying– but that probably doesn’t even matter now *

pray tell, / stef /  [ rebekah circled the latter, the affectionate nickname she coined back in chicago now resounding tauntingly instead ]  what do you think would have happened if my mother dearest had succeeded in her little plan? the plan you so happily obliged in?  [ she ran a perfectly manicured nail across his chest before leaning in to whisper in his ear ]  would you have mourned me?  [ pulling away, she tilted her head to look in his eyes, her own blue hues hardened as her lips curled into a melancholy grin ]  or would you have celebrated my death along with your band of misfits?

id: @humansdesires 
            that… * there’s a pause followed by a soft sigh as he looked up at her, the mask of indifference fastened so perfectly on her face. his head shakes * you don’t actually think that’s what happened,* as unnecessary as it felt to ask, the thought made his heart feel as though a barrel of bricks was pressed against it * do you?

/   im  so  late  but  angst  !!

*   annoyed !!

/      comfort !!

@ripperdiaries 
            oh c’mon,  you don’t want to toss me around a little bit?  throw a few punches — take your shot.  i went after your girl.   [   bouncing from side to side,  throwing punches only the wind would catch   ]    

id: @FORSAKENLY 
            i was but now i think i just feel / sorry / for you, damon.