𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃
𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃
𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄
Belle sommers always felt like she never belonged, mostly due to the fact of...
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"i'm lying down and all i can see is the stars.the hole in my chest breathes like a stupid mistake"
ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧
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DAMON SALVATORE DID NOT KNOW HOW TO LOVE delicately and without violence. He was made of war and a series of generational blunders- his father's bitterness and his mother's denials. He only knows how to love like it is war, like how the world needs to end in the process. He only knows how to love with the wrath of a god sinned.
Damon salvatore had loved Katherine Petrova that way for over a hundred years, yet, here he lay, on his couch like an extinguished cigarette, his use fulfilled and discarded. And yet instead of being befogged with melancholia he was - alright?
Here Damon Salvatore sat on his couch, a bourbon in one hand and a compelled girl in the other, seemingly just fine. And he couldn't help but think that was even more terrifying than grief.
The sound of the door opening caught his eye. There was a faint shuffling before Belle Sommers appeared before him. She was adorned in a familiar set on dungarees accompanied by a bright yellow cardigan decorated with sunflowers. Her glasses sat neatly atop her freckles, it's rustic golden rim catching the sunlight. A sparkling pink box was huddled in her arms. The redheads lips twisted into a frown as she looked at the dead vampire on the floor (yesterday Stefan had found out, in the most unfortunate way, that the tomb vampires had been released. Belle had been spending the day with Bonnie helping her deal with her grief) before gazing at the elder Salvatore.
"Um, Hi."
Damon gave the girl a soft smirk "Hiya, Princess". Just like he was expecting, shades of peony and rose crescendos through her cheeks, her lips tremble as she tries to find something to say. Loudly she blurts out "I made you cupcakes" and presents the pink glittery box to the vampire. Damon gives her a slow blink "Cupcakes." he says flatly.
