[filtered from isobel. h8 you mom.]

[This is Elena Gilbert. Young, pale, wide-eyed, and utterly unsure of where she is, what this is, or what's going on. A hand pushes and worries through her hair. A gauzy bandage is taped to her neck. Her voice is strained with determination (desperation? she's not sure of the difference right now, lately) for ( Read more... )

This really isn't my idea of an ideal vacation. I'd take sitting in that car over this --

[ she stops herself ]

Do these . . . [ and she stops again, because she's not sure what she's supposed to be saying, or what she's even supposed to be doing ] things happen often, around here ( Read more... )