Blood Bound 2/10
2.
I didn't realize how much I NEEDED to see her until I find them at Elena's house.
Watching through Elena's bedroom window, perched on the branch of a stout tree, I can clearly see her face. Elena's back is to me, but I need not see her face because the throbbing emotion in her voice conveys all. Ecstasy at our newfound love and passion, horror at Damon and his actions towards everyone he's come into contact with, especially his dealings with their friend, Caroline. I hear the pique in her voice even directed at me at times, for my lack of faith in her, and the feeble denials that I'd given her to deflect her from finding out the truth of me. I listen to her sheer outrage, again directed at Damon for the pain he's caused me, Bonnie, Vicky, Matt and Caroline. Elena holds nothing back, even her joy at having found someone like me. Bonnie's countenance is ravaged: by curiosity, validation, terror, anger and other emotions as Elena discloses the past few months of her life and those that they both care about. When their sadness threatens to overwhelm, one will reach for the other, or they mutually meet to hug and offer what comfort they can. I forget at times that they are just teenagers, as they parse through the supernatural muck that has now become a part of their everyday existence. They handle all of these discoveries with a grace and maturity that would have scared someone twice their age into a drugged or drunken stupor.
They are amazing, these beautiful points of light that my brother and I find ourselves drawn to. Elena, admittedly initially by virtue of her resemblance to Katherine, but Bonnie we are drawn to because of her family's connection to ours. We are taken in by the potential of her power, just waiting to be kindled. Superficial beauty aside, both possess that certain spark, which makes one want to huddle closer to.
I lean back against the tree, taking comfort in their voices, even their weeping. Although they are hurting emotionally, I'm so glad that they are for now, still amongst the living. I sit there until they are too exhausted to go on and finally extinguish the lights and fall into deep slumbers.
I didn't realize how much I NEEDED to see her until I find them at Elena's house.
Watching through Elena's bedroom window, perched on the branch of a stout tree, I can clearly see her face. Elena's back is to me, but I need not see her face because the throbbing emotion in her voice conveys all. Ecstasy at our newfound love and passion, horror at Damon and his actions towards everyone he's come into contact with, especially his dealings with their friend, Caroline. I hear the pique in her voice even directed at me at times, for my lack of faith in her, and the feeble denials that I'd given her to deflect her from finding out the truth of me. I listen to her sheer outrage, again directed at Damon for the pain he's caused me, Bonnie, Vicky, Matt and Caroline. Elena holds nothing back, even her joy at having found someone like me. Bonnie's countenance is ravaged: by curiosity, validation, terror, anger and other emotions as Elena discloses the past few months of her life and those that they both care about. When their sadness threatens to overwhelm, one will reach for the other, or they mutually meet to hug and offer what comfort they can. I forget at times that they are just teenagers, as they parse through the supernatural muck that has now become a part of their everyday existence. They handle all of these discoveries with a grace and maturity that would have scared someone twice their age into a drugged or drunken stupor.
They are amazing, these beautiful points of light that my brother and I find ourselves drawn to. Elena, admittedly initially by virtue of her resemblance to Katherine, but Bonnie we are drawn to because of her family's connection to ours. We are taken in by the potential of her power, just waiting to be kindled. Superficial beauty aside, both possess that certain spark, which makes one want to huddle closer to.
I lean back against the tree, taking comfort in their voices, even their weeping. Although they are hurting emotionally, I'm so glad that they are for now, still amongst the living. I sit there until they are too exhausted to go on and finally extinguish the lights and fall into deep slumbers.