
ELENA GILBERT 。
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ELENA GILBERT 。
@velvmalum
( human. ) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ getting out of bed is dangerous these days, but we have to live our lives . ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀



just not caring who he feeds from, who he hurts. if he leaves anything behind.





damon's causing chaos in town. again.










an eyebrow arched at her reaction, taking a slight step backwards as if she'd explode with excitement or some other type of feeling. "a day where your brother won't be snooping around, ideally." he spoke. "would ate to snack on the wrong gilbert." he was kidding. . .or was he?

his brows furrowed, scanning her features as his hearing zeroed in on her heartbeat. a head tilt as he hummed. "nah. it was fun. i think. i don't really know what fun means but i did enjoy it. even if i fell on my ass." he paused, fingers drumming the counter. "okay."

he reached for a tin before pausing, his gaze lingering on for a solid minute before he spoke. "you're willingly inviting me to your parents cabin?" lake house, same thing. "you're being like super nice and i don't know how to feel about it." he spoke how he was feeling.

he stepped after her, finishing the pancake that he had. he hardly ate 'real' meals considering that, his main source of food was blood. he leaned his hands on the counter, lifting a brow. "that's quite the variety, eloise." the wrong name, it was his thing.

blue eyes flicker over the bag, intrigued with what she might've brought. the smells were combined, he couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. "i guess." he stepped back to let her walk in. once she was, he let the door shut. her kindness was still something he didn't understand.

stepping to open it, a pancake hanging from his mouth. he glanced over the brunette, slowly moving the pancake after biting a piece of it. "you're not my food." he spoke with his mouth full. a grin formed. "could be though." pause. "i’m kidding. not really."


