❝I don't want just words anymore. So if that's all you have for me, then you'd better just go.❞
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In which, Gianna Roberts finds love unexpectedly and with the strangest of people.
((Mikaelsons X OC))
Cover by @lokiaffaire
•There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds•
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Grief is like an ocean. It comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it's overwhelming. And sometimes, all Gianna can do with her grief... is drown in it.
The light in the room gives off a dark glow. All Gianna can see is the color green, or perhaps some flowers. A pale green sheet covers his inert body but not his head. Which lay, eyes closed and mouth set in a tense and terrible grimace, unmoving.
A corpse.
Barely able to see, barely able to stand; Gianna's knees keep buckling – and she's breathing so quietly she thinks that she, too, might die. That out of shock, she will just drift away, the shell of her body cracking open. No longer anchored by her brother's love, she will be reabsorbed by the sky.
Dead.
If there was never another sound in the world, Gianna would understand. Because yes, that would be appropriate, it would even be fitting. But this was the antithesis of music, the antithesis of noise. Her brother's death seems to demand silence of all the world.
Gone.
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It's one of those heavy, sultry mornings when nature seems to be in control of the world. Lightning forks toward the earthy ground. A white bolt of light streaks across the sky, as if bony fingers are reaching up into the purpling clouds. Thunder shudders through the early morning sky, the vibrations rolling through the cracked soil. Still, Gianna and Stefan make no move to leave the cemetery. The stone in front of them is the only thing they're able to fully focus on, Treyton Roberts' name sticking out like sore thumb.
Both Stephen and Gianna continue to mourn. Because they know that when the dark clouds accompany them with the furious concert of Thunder, the liberating rain will finally wipe away the tears from their cheeks. So when the rain begins to patter down on the gravestones and all around them, they don't run to their car. They don't pull up their raincoat hoods, they just turn and wrap each other in a hug. Allowing the rain the wash away their grief, along with their feelings.
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Gilbert Residence
Stefan walks Elena inside, not showing his anger about what he's just heard. "So uh, Esther wants to kill her whole family. How is that for Mother of the Year?"
