@everythingheard (stefan)

i’ll have him. even if it kills us both. i’ll have him.

words echo within her mind, throbbing, aching. blinding. she had been such a different person then. MANIC. lost in an ocean within the small corner of the world that had been her home for her entire life. as if something had been MISSING yet she couldn’t place what. she should have been happy, returning from france to a royal greeting of which even caroline couldn’t overshadow. NOT THAT THE GIRL HAD EVER BEEN ABLE TO OVERSHADOW ELENA GILBERT. not really. but elena had been so jaded by the death of her parents so long ago then. and anything to do with BOYS. sure she’d had matt, SWEET MATT who she’d known would have done anything for her. who helped her with stefan even when she’d broken his heart. she couldn’t know, not when she’d made the VOW how much stefan would mean to her. how strong the pull of the silver cord of fate would intertwine through their souls.

MAYBE SHE SHOULD HAVE. MAYBE A PART OF HER DID.

why else would she have made such a vow about a transfer student who had SNUBBED her every time she’d offered him the kind welcome of the head of the senior committee? she’d asked him once, that dark night in the boarding house IF THAT WAS HOW A GENTLEMAN ACTED. and all her anger had shattered the moment she’d known the truth. she had him. and he had her. from the moment he’d tried to push her away only to find himself grasping her as if their LIVES DEPENDED on it.

SHE’D HAVE HIM EVEN IF IT KILLED THEM BOTH.

they couldn’t know how true the words would become. they couldn’t know how the water would rush over her and TAKE HER with it just as it had her parents. they couldn’t know she’d DIE IN THAT TOMB after katherine. they couldn’t even when she’d led the ghost soldiers across the battlefield that they’d get each other back moments later. SIX MONTHS APART FOR HIM, AN ETERNITY FOR HER. they couldn’t know that all they’d have was ten years of ups and downs and DEVOTION. of fighting old ones and dreaming of what their future would bring. they couldn’t know how henrik would betray them or how TERROR would engulf her when stefan staggered back onto the floor. they couldn’t know that not even their love could be enough to heal him or how rage and VENGEANCE would overtake her though perhaps, on that front, they could have.

IN WHAT WORLD WOULD THEY NOT AVENGE EACH OTHER?

oh, MAYBE THEY DID KNOW. maybe some part of their souls knew that they would burn the world to get each other back. SHE’D GET HIM EVEN IF IT KILLED THEM BOTH. it hadn’t killed her though she’s not entirely certain a worse fate will not befall her for such DEFIANCE in the face of the angelic court. to threaten humanity for ONE PERSON. to be willing to let the man who had killed so many, who would kill her if given the chance walk the earth for a VAMPIRE. there had been no hesitation when the opportunity presented. when she held the LEVERAGE to get him back.

THE PRICE DOESN’T MATTER.

not when he’s there before her now. not when she stumbles forward until she’s SINKING DOWN to the floor at his side as if they were back in that cemetery all those years before when she’d been a girl anew, shaking in rain and mud and awed by RESTORED LIFE. by solidness, by the feel of his arms holding her. “i told you, we’re in this together stefan.” hands come up and embrace his face, shaking. “did you think i’d ever let them keep my husband from me?”

"Do you approve of murder?" (matias to elena)

"It is something that I think about, every day." Elena spoke. "I am not the right person to ask, I think."

do you ever think about how the angels caused elena’s parent’s deaths all because they wanted to basically kill elena so she could trigger her angel powers? because i do. mind you, elena was thirteen years old, a literal child. and yes, her parents only had her because of the deal they made with the angels so elena could be a new kind of mortal angel but like, how unfair was it that they just wanted to take the child? how cruel was it that they’d come to earth and cause a car crash to forcibly take her and these are supposed to be the beings for good? these are also the same angels that just passed over katherine because she was sickly back in germany and didn’t see her valuable enough to trigger her angel powers. imagine how different the story could have been if elena and katherine’s mom hadn’t faked her death and left her daughter katherine to her fate. imagine how different the whole of the story could have been if katherine had been shown a path of light instead of darkness? but i digress...

to top it off, elena feels her own level of guilt for her parents deaths because she saw the angels coming and pointed them out to her father which caused the car to go out of control and kill her parents instead of her. and then the angels seek to use elena for their own purposes when she’s older. they literally attempt to create her as a blank slate when they resurrect her. but elena’s own will is too strong. she remembers who she is. she makes her own choices and remains with stefan and refuses to kill damon. she refuses death when the guardians come to take her life because of a deal they made with her and damon uncaring that the person they killed was a killer himself, the guy wasn’t a ‘normal’ vampire so he was an innocent in their eyes, nevermind that he killed stefan and caused other deaths like katherine’s. 

sorry for ramble about elena that’s kinda sorta a headcanon but not in a very structured way? but i just have a lot of emotions about the guardians and how cold they can be despite the fact they are supposed to be beings for good. 

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ELENA HAD BEEN ON EDGE EVER SINCE KLAUS HAD LEFT TOWN WITH STEFAN. it had been months since she's caught any word of klaus' whereabouts or whether or not stefan was alive and safe. it was starting to wear on her; so much so that she began to give up all hope in having her boyfriend back. because of this constant paranoia, elena began to be afraid of walking at night without a friend by her side but tonight she had no other choice. her friends seemed to think she'd be okay because so much time has passed since klaus had reigned terror among mystic falls but elena didn't believe so.

SHE WAS WALKING HOME ALONE AT NIGHT AFTER SPENDING TIME AT THE GRILL. she was hoping someone would be able to come pick her up and give her a ride back home but no one was available and she was forced to experience the inevitable stroll home alone. it was darker than most nights and that frightened her. every hair on her body stood up on its end and her mind began to play tricks on her. did you hear that? who was that? where did that shadow come from? her steps quickened and her arms that hugged her body tightened in faux comfort. now she KNEW she wasn't hearing things. she spun around, tears falling from her eyes, as she yelled, “ who's there !? what do you want !? ” hoping it was just her imagination. it had to be right? she was unaware that @hunterandfangs had been following her all night.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄?

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A   picture.  A single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. You can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. You're trapped in the picture, in the past.  Maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. But you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left.  Nothing lasts forever... Right?

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@everythingheard (klaus)

the moon is high in the NIGHT SKY, winds rustling trees and crickets chirping in the night as the golden haired woman scribbles within a diary. she’s sitting outside, the porch swing moving gently as she curls up in the corner of it. she thinks it ought to be at least half past three now, considering when she’d awoken with a start the clock on the nightstand had blinked a bright 3:05 at her. her bare feet had padded down the stairs quietly, her diary and a pen in her hands as she’d breathed in the night air deeply. it was cooler now than it had been during the day, the humid warmth battling the night’s cool breezes. it’s been a WEEK since she’s arrived in this city, her body still getting used to the time difference though she has appeared in rather BRIGHT SPIRITS over the new job. it’s not so different than the one she’d held at the art gallery in paris, just required her to make new contacts. it wasn’t terribly difficult, not for HER anyway.

but that had been the easy part.

navigating the chaos of the quarter was another. oh she knew the vampires and the witches didn’t have any reason to know of her– AT LEAST NOT YET– though she thinks at least one witch had sensed something about her when she’d stared at her in the square after they’d bumped into each other. she’d only known it was a WITCH because she recognized the look as being the same as bonnie’s that day she’d come back from FRANCE years ago and she’d touched her arm. she knew what to pay attention to now and the look the witch had given her had UNSETTLED her even if she played it off quickly. surely they couldn’t know anything about her, but it had twisted something in her gut into knots-- drawing goosebumps across her skin that has plagued her SINCE.

she knows klaus would rather her remain at the house, at least for now when so many things were apparently influx, but they’d both known she needed her FREEDOM. an elena kept in a house all day was not going to be pleasant for anyone. it’s why while he’d gotten her the job, they’d been CAREFUL. they hadn’t interacted with each other outside of the confines of the property. he hadn’t visited the art gallery. and the one time they’d seen each other when she’d entered the coffee shop on her break during the day and he’d been with who she’d later discover was MARCEL, they hadn’t acknowledged each other beyond a greeting when marcel had been the one to speak to her with an all to INTRIGUED smile. she’d played her part rather well, at least, elena tells her diary as much.

oh she knew it wouldn’t always be like this but it was going to take time for him to regain his foothold and he didn’t want anyone knowing about her yet. perhaps, if things in the quarter weren’t so tense he wouldn’t have brought her there at all. NOT YET. but she understood his reasoning. understood that if something drastic happened with marcel or other enemies drawn to the chaos swirling around the place, and he needed his hybrids she couldn’t be halfway across the PLANET.

all these things had begun to play at her mind, perhaps COMPOUNDED by the one other fact which swirled in her dreams. she’d felt.. SOMETHING the last few nights though she could not quite place it. a kind of strangeness when she’d left work and begun the drive home that made her UNEASY. as if someone was watching her though no one was there. the winds had picked up every time too, the road becoming more foggy and forcing her to drive slower almost as if the very WEATHER had been taunting her only to clear up whenever she got close to the house. surely she was IMAGINING it, a new place and the ghostly legends surrounding it playing at her mind. it was the change to a new place. it was the jet-leg still affecting her and making all her worries rear their ugly heads in her sleep. IT WAS SILLY, REALLY. yet, she’d had a feeling as if something bad was going to happen once before hadn’t she? and it had. if klaus hadn’t been there that night…

an owl sounds in the distance, blue hues washing over the woods and she considers what the critters out there might think of her. A PALE GIRL IN WHITE SLEEP CLOTHES, sitting in the night as the wind makes her hair drift around her. elena half wonders if they think her a ghost. the thought brings an amused smirk to her features, pen pausing it’s writings as her attention is brought toward the sound of the DOOR OPENING, hands closing her diary and tucking into her side. “i know this is going to sound horribly silly. but– i have a bad feeling as if something TERRIBLE is going to happen.” oh god, now that she says it out loud she realizes she sounds like bonnie. maybe it all was in her head after all. she’d grown to trust bonnie’s perceptions but elena was NOT bonnie and decidedly DID NOT have the redhead’s abilities.

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@everythingheard​​ for stefan​

gaze narrows as elena’s blue hues look out the window only to turn rapidly and focus on stefan, chaotic emotions radiating from her in waves. “while it causes me pain to even say it, we’re going to have to help klaus. god knows i’d rather just kill him-- and i’m fairly certain there’s members of the clave who’d be for it too-- but that’s not an option anymore given katherine’s condition.” katherine. her sister was a whole issue unto herself and one that, as usual, was going to throw everyone’s lives and the whole french quarter itself into chaos. 

“I never thought I’d enjoy your company so much when all this started.” (Elena to Damon, @multistoty )

Damon chuckled softly, pulling Elena closer to him. "Oh yeah? What would have made you think such a thing?"

@multistoty

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 ? elena had spent so much time playing it safe, being hesitant. while for the most part it was for a good reason, she had also missed out on most of the regular things girls her age did—with the vampires, the wolves, the witches, & the loss . . how could she be expected to make time for anything ‘normal’ ? apart of her will never be normal, but maybe for tonight settling into the dorm elena can let go. be a young adult without the fear of it costing someone their life. & besides, caroline looks so hopeful !

@devilsnare asked, “ YOU WANNA PARTY ? “

the hesitant look in her eye is dropped as she stands, a smile spreading against lips. palms swipe against jeans, ❛ it’d be a nice change for once, actually having some fun. ❜ she says, taking a step forward. ❛ & this is a college campus, I’m sure plenty of parties will be happening. ❜ & too many chances at someone bleeding . . fingers tuck strands behind her ear, ❛ where did you have in mind, care ? was it about that party you heard from the sorority girls downstairs ? ❜

@elenaes , elena gilbert required a starter from damon salvatore.

" you may think you understand me, elena, but trust me, there are depths to my darkness that even you can't fathom. "

❛  why do you even pretend to care?  ❜ ( elena @ katherine )

soft angst hour.

kp. if she has to admit something, its that she wasn't easy on them. always causing trouble each time she cross path with them , that is her sole purpose on this earth after all; getting revenge. sweet and lovely elena was plan a from that revenge. and who says revenge says keeping your friends close, and your enemies closer. that's why a curious look appears on her face as she narrowed her eyes, her lips curling into a sly smile. " oh, sweet elena, pretending is just another one of my many talents. " manucured hand hold her glass of wine tighly as she took a sip, adding. " you see, caring can be so useful in this intricate game of life. it keeps people guessing, just like you are right now. but don't worry, sweet elena, i always have a method to my madness. " she leaned in, her gaze locking onto elena's. " and who knows, maybe, just maybe, i do care in my own twisted way. after all, the world is a much more interesting place when emotions are involved. " / @revearies.

@mystictragedies

[ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat.( nh! stefan )

Elena struggled to breath, her lips parted to draw in precious air, her hands over Stefan’s where he was holding on to her throat. Her back was against the cool, wooden walls of the Salvatore Boarding House, and she looked up at Stefan. There was nothing in his eyes, no love, or fear, or even anger. Just empty eyes sat within a pale, white skull.

This wasn’t her Stefan, she thought distantly. He didn’t have feelings. But, she reminded herself, that Damon had loved Katherine for a century without his humanity, Stefan could too.

“Stefan,” her voice was low, lower than normal, “please, you’re hurting me. I can’t breath.” Tears were stinging at her eyes, but she wasn’t sure why, “this….this isn’t you Stefan, you wouldn’t do this to me. I know you wouldn’t.” Even now, despite everything, this conviction was strong. There was nothing she believed in more.

Stefan would never hurt her.

Yet, he wouldn’t let her go. She was at his mercy, but she couldn’t find any in his eyes. “I love you Stefan, and I believe in you, I believe in us. You don’t want to kill me Stefan. Please don’t.”