Fic Meme
The first FIVE people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
Let me add a disclaimer:
I am first timer (skill level=practically non-existent), who will write as inspired (which may take longer ( Read more... )
Sleep is eluding me, but that should come as no surprise given the events of the last few days. My mind returns to the Masquerade Ball at the Lockwood’s, trying to make sense of what went on there.
Telling Stefan that I needed to feel safe had been difficult but honest. I wasn’t ready to jump back into being his girlfriend at that point.
What did come as a surprise was my reaction to Bonnie’s note. The knowledge that both Salvatore brothers were on their way boosted my mental strength considerably and was a big factor in getting me through that difficult situation in tact.
Seeing them unscathed from the top of the stairs had filled me with profound relief and gratitude. For a split second, the desire to run into Damon’s arms had flashed through me before reason took over. As I’d stood hugging Stefan, Damon’s gaze had held me. I’d let the full extent of my gratitude show in my expression, and mouthed the words, “Thank You”. He’d responded the same way with, “You’re welcome.”
His expression had been one of extreme relief and happiness mixed with a touch of pride. He was happy that he’d been successful in rescuing me. It had been then that I’d realized how much I depended on Damon and that he made me feel safe.
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“Sorry, I guess you’ve had more than your share of that recently, huh?” he replied, searching my face for any trace of residual pain or upset.
“No more than usual” I said, trying to school my features into an expression of relative peacefulness (so as not to show him how glad I am that he’s here).
“What are you doing here? You don’t need to check up on me, you know. I am capable of making it through one night on my own.” I continued, hoping that my change in tone would detract him a little.
His quirked eyebrow told me I’d failed in that (as if there was any chance that it’d work).
“Surely you can do better than that, Elena. Doesn’t running Elijah through with a railing earn me a pass to visit your bedroom?”
The reminder of that scene broke through my defenses and I looked up at him with nothing hidden. The trauma and confusion and weariness were all plain to see. Instantly, he was sitting on my bed, pulling my head onto his shoulder and rubbing my back.
I allowed myself to stay like that for a few minutes, thinking that it was him I needed this from tonight. Slowly I pulled back, whispering, “I’m glad you came.”
Without words, his expression told me he’d always be there when I needed him. Then he disappeared out my window as quickly as he’d shown up.
I lay back on my bed, finally feeling that my mind was quiet enough for sleep to come. My last thought before drifting off was that Damon’s visit had felt a little like déjà vu.
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I hope you write more! Don't doubt yourself, this was lovely.
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I'm thinking the next piece I write will be Damon's POV. I feel like I know him better than Elena.
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