Destiny bound them at the beginning of time...
Thea Montgomery has had her life flipped upside-down since moving to Mystic Falls. She's made friends, almost died about a thousands times and manifested some new, albeit harmful, powers.
More importan...
"he felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began." - Leo Tolstoy
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She'd woken up slowly, stretching as she felt the sunlight seeping through the curtains filtering across her skin. Extending her arms, Thea slowly opened her eyes, to find her blood-bonded staring at her from his spot on the bed.
"Good morning," she said, a small smile spreading across her face, voice still raspy with sleep.
"Morning, Angel," he replied, before leaning over and placing a small kiss on her lips. He turned around, and as she slowly raised herself in a seated position, she found that he'd placed a tray between them.
Damon had made omelettes that morning, deciding to surprise her with breakfast in bed. The tray was loaded with two plates, as well as some fruits and two mugs of coffee. The girl giggled as she saw the feast, looking at him with a raised brow, "Any particular occasion for spoiling me?"
He shrugged, "Do I need to have a reason besides just wanting to spoil you?"
Her brows rose even higher, "I'm not complaining Ace, I'm just curious. It's incredibly domestic."
He raised her hand, brushing a sweet kiss across it, before he answered, "I like being able to do things like that for you, and besides, it's not like you don't deserve it," at her questioning expression, he smirked, "Do you not remember getting shot a couple of days ago?"
Thea nodded, a laugh leaving her lips. She'd actually completely forgotten about that, having been swept up in all of the other dramas occurring around her. Looking back down at the tray, she grabbed her fork, and took a bite, before moaning at the taste.
"God, this is good." She murmured.
"Yeah?"
"mmhmm. I want to marry this omelette."
He stole her next bite, chuckling at the disgruntled expression she threw his way, before answering, "If I promise to keep making them every morning, can I switch places with the omelette?"
