Tell me we'll never get used to it (Elena/Stefan/Damon/Blood)
Tell me we'll never get used to it | tVD | Elena/Stefan/Damon/Blood (not necessarily in that order) | 544 words | PG-13, but your guess is as good as mine.
Written for upupa-epops for the teen comment ficathon, the prompt was: (which I completely missed)
One man on his own can be quite good fun
But don't go drinking with two -
They'll probably have an argument
And take no notice of you.
Sometimes, she thinks, I could do this forever. We, we could do this forever.
She takes Damon's hand in her right hand and Stefan's hand in her left hand and squeezes both of them gently.
I love you, she whispers, to both of them.
Neither of the brothers responds, but one of them always lets go of her hand first, and his brother stays with Elena for a while longer, but leaves to follow his brother in a while. (There's a sumation of all of their relationships in there somewhere, but she doesn't want to look for it.)
And then there's just Elena for a while. And then Elena goes after them as well.
***
It's easy (sort of, maybe, almost, not at all, if she's being really honest) with only one of them.
(Sometimes it doesn't even matter which one of the brothers it is with her.)
It's just quieter with only of them. The sort of quiet when you know something's missing.
(It's better in three, she decides.)
They change towns every 10 years or so. There's signs, always, that it's time to go. Stefan gets restless and more careless with his feeding, leaves a trace of blood over whatever town they're in at the moment. Mostly literaly. (There's easier times and more difficult times, but last time Elena shouted at Damon until he agreed to call Caroline to help, and then she spent the rest of the week pacing around the sofas in front of the fireplace, while Damon drank glass after glass of bourbon and they tried not to think about the boys and girls they burried in the yard.)
Other times, Damon storms into their apartment (they only tried living in an apartment once) or their house and starts packing, doesn't say a word. Elena looks at Stefan, mouths What? but doesn't say anything out loud, can't, and Stefan just shrugs and starts packing his diaries. Elena follows. Damon never tells them why they had to leave and she never asks.
***
Elena can never take her eyes off them, never, and the brothers can't take their eyes off each other.
Stefan is sitting on the floor, in silence (the shouting happened before), and Elena's standing in the corner of the room, clutching the remnants of twelve blood bags she collected around the room, the casualties of the same centuries old problem spinning in circles and repeating history, and there's also Damon, because there's always Damon, Damon holding Stefan's face in his hands, Damon's fingers gently brushing over the blood on Stefan's face, Damon taking a towel to wipe the blood of Stefan's face.
Later tonight, Elena will lie in Stefan's bed and listen to Stefan breathe (it's romantic, not creepy) and she'll wait until Damon's done with cleaning up the house (he doesn't want help; it would speed up the process and he wouldn't like that, Damon needs his time, they all do, to make sure they're still breathing) and she'll unbutton his probably bloodied shirt and let him rest his head on her shoulder and run her fingers through his hair while they both pretend either of them will get any sleep tonight.
Stefan turns in his sleep.
We'll survive this, Damon, she thinks of whispering.
Doesn't.
Written for upupa-epops for the teen comment ficathon, the prompt was: (which I completely missed)
One man on his own can be quite good fun
But don't go drinking with two -
They'll probably have an argument
And take no notice of you.
Sometimes, she thinks, I could do this forever. We, we could do this forever.
She takes Damon's hand in her right hand and Stefan's hand in her left hand and squeezes both of them gently.
I love you, she whispers, to both of them.
Neither of the brothers responds, but one of them always lets go of her hand first, and his brother stays with Elena for a while longer, but leaves to follow his brother in a while. (There's a sumation of all of their relationships in there somewhere, but she doesn't want to look for it.)
And then there's just Elena for a while. And then Elena goes after them as well.
***
It's easy (sort of, maybe, almost, not at all, if she's being really honest) with only one of them.
(Sometimes it doesn't even matter which one of the brothers it is with her.)
It's just quieter with only of them. The sort of quiet when you know something's missing.
(It's better in three, she decides.)
They change towns every 10 years or so. There's signs, always, that it's time to go. Stefan gets restless and more careless with his feeding, leaves a trace of blood over whatever town they're in at the moment. Mostly literaly. (There's easier times and more difficult times, but last time Elena shouted at Damon until he agreed to call Caroline to help, and then she spent the rest of the week pacing around the sofas in front of the fireplace, while Damon drank glass after glass of bourbon and they tried not to think about the boys and girls they burried in the yard.)
Other times, Damon storms into their apartment (they only tried living in an apartment once) or their house and starts packing, doesn't say a word. Elena looks at Stefan, mouths What? but doesn't say anything out loud, can't, and Stefan just shrugs and starts packing his diaries. Elena follows. Damon never tells them why they had to leave and she never asks.
***
Elena can never take her eyes off them, never, and the brothers can't take their eyes off each other.
Stefan is sitting on the floor, in silence (the shouting happened before), and Elena's standing in the corner of the room, clutching the remnants of twelve blood bags she collected around the room, the casualties of the same centuries old problem spinning in circles and repeating history, and there's also Damon, because there's always Damon, Damon holding Stefan's face in his hands, Damon's fingers gently brushing over the blood on Stefan's face, Damon taking a towel to wipe the blood of Stefan's face.
Later tonight, Elena will lie in Stefan's bed and listen to Stefan breathe (it's romantic, not creepy) and she'll wait until Damon's done with cleaning up the house (he doesn't want help; it would speed up the process and he wouldn't like that, Damon needs his time, they all do, to make sure they're still breathing) and she'll unbutton his probably bloodied shirt and let him rest his head on her shoulder and run her fingers through his hair while they both pretend either of them will get any sleep tonight.
Stefan turns in his sleep.
We'll survive this, Damon, she thinks of whispering.
Doesn't.