ficlet: dust in the wind
Title: Dust in the Wind
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters/Ship: Pre-Bonnie/Elena
Word Count: 339
Summary: A moment during the Apocalypse.
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It wasn’t like this was their first apocalypse, not really. They had been living in one apocalypse after another for years now; they were all just more personal, more close to home, and at the end of a day of watching people getting their hearts torn out they had their own beds to climb into, to pull the covers over their heads and pretend none of it had happened.
Now they just had each other. Their homes piles of ashes (though Elena was responsible for her own home’s destruction herself), their whole town a pile of ashes, mixed with homes and business and the dust of the people they loved.
The cemetery was somehow still standing, cracks in the headstones and crumbling family mausoleums, but still standing. It made Elena laugh at the irony. When she shared the joke with Bonnie, she didn’t laugh, her gaze hardened instead. But Elena thinks someday, years from now when their walking down the street, she’ll laugh too and Elena will know why.
“So where are we going?” Elena asks, watching the scenery pass them by. Landmarks that were no longer standing went sailing by at rapid speeds.
(They were in Caroline’s car, which was probably a mistake because it would only make them remember the third person that was supposed to be there with them, but it had been left standing, perfectly intact, and it had been the most logical choice.)
“Drive until we find a hotel,” Bonnie says from the driver’s seat, her shoulders shrugging, “One that’s been abandoned but is still in good shape.”
“And then?”
“And then we hide underneath the covers until this whole things over.” Bonnie says.
“I thought you didn’t believe in that.” Elena says, memories of better times, simpler times that didn’t seem simple in those moments, coming to the surface.
Mostly she remembers floating feathers and Bonnie’s hand in hers.
“Things change.” Bonnie shrugs.
Elena leans over, takes one of Bonnie’s hands in her own and holds on tight.
“Some things don’t.” She promises.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters/Ship: Pre-Bonnie/Elena
Word Count: 339
Summary: A moment during the Apocalypse.
c
It wasn’t like this was their first apocalypse, not really. They had been living in one apocalypse after another for years now; they were all just more personal, more close to home, and at the end of a day of watching people getting their hearts torn out they had their own beds to climb into, to pull the covers over their heads and pretend none of it had happened.
Now they just had each other. Their homes piles of ashes (though Elena was responsible for her own home’s destruction herself), their whole town a pile of ashes, mixed with homes and business and the dust of the people they loved.
The cemetery was somehow still standing, cracks in the headstones and crumbling family mausoleums, but still standing. It made Elena laugh at the irony. When she shared the joke with Bonnie, she didn’t laugh, her gaze hardened instead. But Elena thinks someday, years from now when their walking down the street, she’ll laugh too and Elena will know why.
“So where are we going?” Elena asks, watching the scenery pass them by. Landmarks that were no longer standing went sailing by at rapid speeds.
(They were in Caroline’s car, which was probably a mistake because it would only make them remember the third person that was supposed to be there with them, but it had been left standing, perfectly intact, and it had been the most logical choice.)
“Drive until we find a hotel,” Bonnie says from the driver’s seat, her shoulders shrugging, “One that’s been abandoned but is still in good shape.”
“And then?”
“And then we hide underneath the covers until this whole things over.” Bonnie says.
“I thought you didn’t believe in that.” Elena says, memories of better times, simpler times that didn’t seem simple in those moments, coming to the surface.
Mostly she remembers floating feathers and Bonnie’s hand in hers.
“Things change.” Bonnie shrugs.
Elena leans over, takes one of Bonnie’s hands in her own and holds on tight.
“Some things don’t.” She promises.