I was going to wait till tomorrow to post because I won't have any time today to devote to it....
...but I'm obviously posting it now!
fluffyfrolicker said, IF YOU BUILD IT, THEY WILL COME! [and we shall just ignore the part where she stole that from a Kevin Costner movie] and shipperjunkie made banners. So here we are.
A Damon Salvatore ficathon!
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fluffyfrolicker said, IF YOU BUILD IT, THEY WILL COME! [and we shall just ignore the part where she stole that from a Kevin Costner movie] and shipperjunkie made banners. So here we are.
A Damon Salvatore ficathon!
( Read more... )
I gave you my love to borrow
He doesn’t know why he expected it to be different. Maybe because it was? He can remember every detail of his hurricane romance with Katherine -- if a romance is what it was at all, and that’s a thought he never allows himself to follow through, not sober, and he’s never drunk enough -- and this wasn’t that. In fact, if Katherine was a hurricane, Elena has been the ebbs and flows of a tide in a protected cove.
He knew where Katherine stood -- at least he thought he did -- but Elena comes and goes, quietly, until something happens to stir up all the water, and then he’s got no damn idea what the end result will be.
Different. He expected it to be different, the next time he gave away his heart. Maybe he shouldn’t have picked the same damn woman.
But you just gave it away
Elena is everything Katherine isn’t: soft, kind, innocent. But she is, he’s learned, a lot of the things Katherine is, too: demanding, a natural leader, and the one who always has to know.
And maybe that was the problem. Katherine knew, all those years ago: she knew she wanted them both.
He hopes that’s not the problem now. It could be. He could deal with it.
Stefan never could.
But he knows that right now, Elena doesn’t know, and that’s the problem. If he could tell her, he would. But he can’t: he doesn’t know how she feels, either. She’s unfathomable to him, and that’s part of what makes her so beautiful, and perfect.
And vicious. She doesn’t know, she needs to, and while she gathers her “information,” she tears him apart in the exact same ways he’s been mending for the last hundred fifty years. All for what? For what he thinks is a less than 50% chance he wins.
You can’t expect me to be fine
So he throws on the worst face he has, and he lets her gather her information. He lets her make her choice.
What kind of choice is it? In the end, everyone loses. She has to know that. He knows that she knows, and she knows that he knows -- it’s one of those stupid word games that idiotic television personalities recite to gain simpering praise.
And he lets the charade sit. Why? What else can he do.
Walk away. He could walk away now. He would never have thought twice about it, in all of his life-after-death. Purposely cause himself pain? Ridiculous.
Shut it off, walk away, cause some chaos.
Practically cardinal rules.
But he can’t. Why?
I don’t expect you to care
Because he loves her. With all that’s left of his humanity, and all the humanity he’s gained since he lost what real humanity he held, he loves this cruel, stupid girl.
Because she is neither cruel nor stupid: she knows what she’s doing, and it kills her as much as it kills him, so he puts up with it. Because, someday, he’ll have an answer, and then there will be at least the closure he never had with Katherine. Because this time is different.
Is what he tells himself, as he walks away, but never far enough.
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Because he loves her. With all that’s left of his humanity, and all the humanity he’s gained since he lost what real humanity he held, he loves this cruel, stupid girl.
Because she is neither cruel nor stupid: she knows what she’s doing, and it kills her as much as it kills him, so he puts up with it.
I love the turn on the word 'different' ... very, very good.
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I'm glad you liked it! ♥
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