i don't think i have angsty stefan/elena icons
First draft thing of a Stefan/Elena thing I wrote.
Elena is forty and it's been thirty years since Stefan's last seen her. It'd taken him twenty years to really smile again and he thought that, that might be enough. But smiling wasn't enough, not after Klaus. Even Damon couldn't argue with that logic.
She's forty and still breathtaking. She'd cut her hair just below her chin and it framed her face. She didn't try and hide the faint lines of age of her face with make up, though she'd dyed her hair. It was a few shades darker than her natural color and he could smell the chemicals, though it was almost covered up by the perfume she was wearing. The same one she was wearing the first day she'd met him outside the car her parents died in.
He watched her carefully put her laptop and notebooks into her bag. Drain down the last of her coffee. Set a tip on the table. She was favoring her left leg a little as she walked out of the cafe she visited every Saturday. Even living across the continent in Washington state didn't truly take her away from Mystic Falls - predators were out there and Elena protective instincts didn't fade.
Sharpened, he'd gathered from the cryptic comments Damon had given him. And whatever Caroline my try to convince him, he knew that being away from Stefan has helped her from crossing the clear lines of right and wrong she'd gotten from her parents.
When their eyes met, her breath caught.
Any hopes or fears that she'd finally gotten the sense to walk away from him instead of toward him were crushed as she quickly closed the distance between the two of them.
"I told you thirty years," Stefan said and closed his eyes as she cupped his face.
"And I told you I wouldn't wait." Elena pressed their foreheads together. He could feel her breath on his lips. He would only need to move a fraction of an inch to feel her lips against his.
"I know," Stefan said, "I've read your books."
He felt her smile when they kissed briefly. "Thank you." She squeezed his shoulders as she relaxed back onto the soles of her feet. He opened his eyes as she backed away. "I know you're just here to say goodbye. But I don't think I can handle watching you walking away again."
"This time I'll watch you," Stefan said.
She swallowed and turned around.
in conclusion. lj: workkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Elena is forty and it's been thirty years since Stefan's last seen her. It'd taken him twenty years to really smile again and he thought that, that might be enough. But smiling wasn't enough, not after Klaus. Even Damon couldn't argue with that logic.
She's forty and still breathtaking. She'd cut her hair just below her chin and it framed her face. She didn't try and hide the faint lines of age of her face with make up, though she'd dyed her hair. It was a few shades darker than her natural color and he could smell the chemicals, though it was almost covered up by the perfume she was wearing. The same one she was wearing the first day she'd met him outside the car her parents died in.
He watched her carefully put her laptop and notebooks into her bag. Drain down the last of her coffee. Set a tip on the table. She was favoring her left leg a little as she walked out of the cafe she visited every Saturday. Even living across the continent in Washington state didn't truly take her away from Mystic Falls - predators were out there and Elena protective instincts didn't fade.
Sharpened, he'd gathered from the cryptic comments Damon had given him. And whatever Caroline my try to convince him, he knew that being away from Stefan has helped her from crossing the clear lines of right and wrong she'd gotten from her parents.
When their eyes met, her breath caught.
Any hopes or fears that she'd finally gotten the sense to walk away from him instead of toward him were crushed as she quickly closed the distance between the two of them.
"I told you thirty years," Stefan said and closed his eyes as she cupped his face.
"And I told you I wouldn't wait." Elena pressed their foreheads together. He could feel her breath on his lips. He would only need to move a fraction of an inch to feel her lips against his.
"I know," Stefan said, "I've read your books."
He felt her smile when they kissed briefly. "Thank you." She squeezed his shoulders as she relaxed back onto the soles of her feet. He opened his eyes as she backed away. "I know you're just here to say goodbye. But I don't think I can handle watching you walking away again."
"This time I'll watch you," Stefan said.
She swallowed and turned around.
in conclusion. lj: workkkkkkkkkkkkkkk