100 Fairytales Fic Table
I write best when I have prompts. So my challenge to myself is to fill the box. If you comment and pick a prompt/pairing, I'll write it. Otherwise, I'll try to fill them out myself.
100 Fairy Tales Prompt Set
001. The fox as shepherd.(Katherine/Elena)
002. Curing a sick lion. ( ( Read more... )
100 Fairy Tales Prompt Set
001. The fox as shepherd.(Katherine/Elena)
002. Curing a sick lion. ( ( Read more... )
He isn't sure what they're celebrating tonight, but there is a string quartet playing and all of the Founders are out in their finest. Ric watches as John Gilbert presses the flesh around the room, and his instinctual hatred of the man only sharpens when he sees the way he rudely interjects himself in Jenna's conversation with Carol Lockwood.
He takes his drink out onto the terrace and finds Elena standing there, staring out into the distance. Tonight her dress is a deep purple silk, the short skirt revealing her long legs. Her hair is gathered up into a complicated upsweep of curls, held in place by a large, fake flower, and, when she turns to face him, Alaric feels the familiar shock of her beauty. Most days, he has trained himself not to acknowledge how the sight of her can take his breath, how to ignore the flush of arousal which fills him when she turns her dark eyes upon him.
"Are you hiding too?" she asks as he sidles up beside her, leaning against the railing.
Alaric nods. "Why are you hiding?"
"Because if I have to fake smile and pretend like I give a shit for one more minute, I may actually stab someone with my heels."
Ric laughs at the image before wondering aloud, "Where's Stefan?"
Elena rolls her eyes, and it is the first time Alaric has ever seen her be anything but supportive in regards to Stefan. "He's with Damon trying to figure out how to break my deal with Elijah."
"Ah...Not happy with that, I take it?"
Elena shakes her head before reaching over and plucking the glass of bourbon from his hand. Alaric watches as she takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the bite of the liquor, before taking another sip.
"Sometimes I just feel like everyone's so focused on saving my life, that they forget I'm still trying to live my life. And I would rather spend my last few Klaus-less weeks not focusing on the end of the world."
Alaric can't help but think she sounds far older than seventeen; he also can't help but admit he has never quite viewed Elena as a teenager. There has always been something about her that was older, more knowledable, sadder.
"You want to dance?"
The invitation falls from his lips before he's even conscious of his decision to offer, but the moment the surprised smile crosses her lips, Alaric knows he will not take it back, will do anything he can to keep her smiling like that.
She feels so light in his arms, and as they move amongst the other couples, Ric realizes he has not danced with a woman since Isobel. When he feels her fingers absently stroking the nape of his neck, he struggles not to slide his hand from her hip to her lower back, to pull her closer and feel the press of her breasts against his chest.
Jenna smiles at him over Elena's shoulder, obviously believing his intentions were honorable, that he was playing at some paternalistic role.
John glares at him, his eyes burning with distrust and hatred, and Alaric suspects John can see right through him.
When the song is over, Elena stretches up on her toes and brushes her lips against his cheek, whispering thanks against his skin.
Alaric gets another drink.
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