i'm coming home to breathe again [tag Damon and Elijah]
"Did you message Elijah yet?" Rebekah asked, looking to Damon as she exited the younger vampire's bedroom. Her hair was still damp from an earlier shower, spilling down her back in soft curls as she walked around in nothing but a pair of panties and a shirt that she had borrowed from Damon. He called it a wifebeater shirt which was a truly offensive description to her but she rather liked the cut of it. Especially as it dipped open, giving a good peek down the front as she leaned down to grab the two bottles of nail polish off of his coffee table.
Studying the two different colors, one a plum-pink color and the other a glittery molten one, she glanced up at him. "Which one would you choose?" She asked, holding up the bottles so that he could see them.
"I was shopping earlier and some girl suggested them when I bought a pair of strappy heels." She commented then, dropping onto his couch with a thoughtful look. Yes, she was over a thousand years old but Rebekah was still very much a young woman in a lot of ways. A young woman who worried about looking pretty and fitting in with other girls even if she also viewed herself as so much better than them.
Studying the two different colors, one a plum-pink color and the other a glittery molten one, she glanced up at him. "Which one would you choose?" She asked, holding up the bottles so that he could see them.
"I was shopping earlier and some girl suggested them when I bought a pair of strappy heels." She commented then, dropping onto his couch with a thoughtful look. Yes, she was over a thousand years old but Rebekah was still very much a young woman in a lot of ways. A young woman who worried about looking pretty and fitting in with other girls even if she also viewed herself as so much better than them.