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the vampire diaries | stefan/elena/damon | they say it's your birthday

[austen]

"Remind me why we're doing this again," Damon mutters. He's only a disembodied voice in the near-darkness, but Elena can picture the disdain in his expression as easily as she could see it if the lights were on. She shoots a glare of her own toward the corner of the dining room.

"Because," she pointedly replies. "Everyone should get a birthday once in a while."

She strikes a match against the box of the rest in an attempt to light it. The match barely ignites before extinguishing - and not before the flame skims against her fingertip in the process. She muffles her hiss of pain by biting down on her lower lip.

"Well, at least you didn't try to fit 163 candles on the cake," Damon interjects. "We'd be here all night."

"If you're not going to help, you don't get any cake," Elena says.

Damon sniffs in response. In one blink, he's still standing in the corner; in the next, he's hovering behind her shoulder, flicking a silver lighter open into flame to light the single candle resting in the middle of the blue-and-white cake.

"For the record, I don't even like cake," he replies, snapping the lighter shut.

"Why do you even have that lighter?"

"I'm dark and brooding," Damon smirks, shadows twisting over his face as the candle flickers. "It completes the package. Stefan show you his yet?"

Elena opens her mouth to reply, then shuts it without saying a word.

"I think you already know the answer to that, Damon," Stefan coolly says. Elena steps out from between Damon and the dining room table, covertly stepping in front of the cake in an attempt to conceal it.

"You're early," she murmurs, but isn't disappointed about it as she crosses the distance to kiss him, taking one of his hands in her own. "I wanted to surprise you."

"I know." His dark eyes hold a touch of amusement before glancing over her shoulder to where Damon's preoccupied himself with swiping a fingerful of frosting from the middle of the cake - drawing a line through Stefan's name in the process.

"Let's just say my brother is horrible at keeping secrets," Stefan admits, lifting their joined hands to kiss the tops of Elena's knuckles.

Behind them, Damon gags. Stefan sighs. Elena rolls her eyes.

"Now I remember why I don't like cake," Damon says. "Sickeningly sweet."

Re: the vampire diaries | stefan/elena/damon | they say it's your birthday

[austen]

Thank you! This was my first tentative venture into writing this fandom, as it's a relatively new one for me, so I'm glad you liked! :)