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Post by Elena Isobel Gilbert on Jan 8, 2013 20:05:45 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She made her way quickly to her car and sped off, never looking back. She quickly sent a text message to Stefan letting him know that she would just meet him at the lake house since that would look a lot less suspicious than them meeting somewhere in town. Luckily for them the only two vampires who could even get into the lake house were Stefan and Damon, not even Lexi could enter unless she was invited. This also meant it was the perfect hideout for them to go whenever they needed to get away from Klaus, like they did tonight. They needed time together to mend things between them. Tonight had hurt in ways that they needed to heal from before trying to put up walls again.
Arriving at the house she quickly parked her car, leaving it in front of the house rather than the drive way so incase Jeremy came back she wouldn’t be blocked in. Once inside she made her way up the stairs and into her room, opening her drawers and her closet in order to throw a bag together. She had no idea how long they’d stay for however she knew she wanted to have enough clothing to last her at least a few days. She briefly thought about leaving her dress on but realizing that the lake house was about an hour drive she knew she wouldn’t want to sit that long in this dress in the car.
Stripping out of the dress that she had on she figured that tonight was special so she still wanted to look special, just not as bound as she had been before. Leaving her hair the way that it was as well as her jewelry and shoes she looked in her closet, trying to decipher what to wear. Seeing the perfect dress that was still classy while not being too out there she quickly slid it over her black bra and panty set. The dress was long sleeve but the sleeves were lace so it added a touch of drama to the dress. The whole thing was green and form fitting while matching her jewelry.
Once dressed she quickly put the remaining clothing that she had thrown out into a duffle bag and ran downstairs, leaving a note for Jeremy letting him know that she was staying overnight with a friend and would call him later.
Getting into her car she quickly drove into the night, keeping an eye out behind her to make sure that no one was following her. The hour drive seemed to take mere moments as her mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Pulling into the driveway she shut off her SUV and grabbed her duffle bag out of the car, heading into the house with the key that was on her key ring. There was another one underneath the floor matt just in case however she didn’t bother to look for it. “Anyone here?” She asked, not having paid attention to see if another car was in the driveway or not.
Word Count:: 540
Tag:: Stefan Salvatore
Outfit:: Click here for Elena’s Outfit
Note:: I figured I’d start it here and then move it if need be 
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Post by Stefan Demetrio Salvatore on Jan 15, 2013 5:47:12 GMT -6
Even though he was certain that no one was paying attention to him leaving, Stefan caught himself still looking behind at the ball, just to make sure that no one was following him. Once he had made sure he was out of sight, he started to run, and became a slick blur travelling through the fairly empty town’s streets and slightly wooded areas with ease. He took any shortcut he could to get to the Boarding House, and didn’t even bother slowing down once he had gotten the door unlocked. He was pretty sure that any clothes he brought would be fine, so he simply threw down a duffel bag and put a mixture of casual clothes in there, grabbing one extra set of clothes to wear instead of his more formal clothes he had worn to the ball. Grabbing another bag, he went downstairs and opened up the cooler, and filled this with mostly bottles of animal blood, with one small pack of human, just in case some unseen threat tried to interrupt their weekend getaway. Chances were that it wouldn’t happen, but knowing their luck, being prepared wasn’t such a bad thing. Stefan was even a bit pleased with himself that he could put the human blood in the bag rather than devouring it on the spot, a sure sign that he was being rehabilitated properly. After packing a few other essentials, he tossed everything a bit haphazardly into his Porsche and, after a quick trip to the grocery store, he was on his way to the lake house. He arrived quite early, and didn’t see Elena’s SUV. But he remembered a key was under the doormat and entered the house with no problem, locking the door behind him. First going to the kitchen, Stefan placed his blood and the groceries away, his mind more focused on any signs that Elena had arrived and different recipes he could make with what he had bought. He definitely wanted to cook for Elena during their weekend together. He knew he didn’t have to prove to Elena that he was mostly back to normal, but a demonstration now and again never hurt. Finally, he heard Elena call out, and he quickly set down an onion and stepped out into the foyer. ”Hey,” He greeted her, feeling happy beyond words that he could say that with love instead of masking it. But he was also surprised by her simple and yet classy outfit. Not as formal as her ball gown, but certainly appropriate for a fancy restaurant. He, with his leather jacket and jeans, was certainly a bit more casual. But it that wasn’t the point. His girl was gorgeous and she deserved to know it, ”You look beautiful.”He thought of leading her back to the kitchen, where he could continue to unpack his ingredients, but there was something on his mind that he had to resolve. After waiting through a bit of silence, Stefan spoke, ”I wanted to say that I was sorry… about what I said last at the ball.” He didn’t know why he was bringing this up now, but it probably had more to do with a need to know that she understood that hadn’t been him, but the part they had to play. Just like she had wanted to make sure he forgave her for the physical pain of stabbing him, Stefan wanted to know that she forgave him for hurting her emotionally. +++ TAGS: Elena WORD COUNT: 577 OUTFIT:Click for Stefan's OutfitNOTES: Sorry this took so long :<... on the other hand, I finally got a Polyvore account! |
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Post by Elena Isobel Gilbert on Jan 16, 2013 21:00:45 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Walking inside she didn’t smell it at first but after she called out to see if anyone was around she took a deep breath and smelled a wonderful aroma that made her stomach growl. She hadn’t eaten much that day so it wasn’t a surprise that she was hungry, however that wouldn’t have mattered even if she had already been full. The smells coming from the kitchen that permeated the air smelled mouthwatering. Smiling she opened her mouth to call out to Stefan however before she could she saw him walk into the living room with a soft smile. “Hi.” She whispered.
She couldn’t help but stare at the smile that graced his features. She hadn’t seen him with a true smile on his face in months and it simply made her beam. A soft blush graced her cheeks when he complimented her. “Thank you.” She told him before motioning to his outfit. “You look very handsome yourself.” She stated. “Very sexy.” She winked. She waited for him to lead the way into the kitchen but he didn’t. He stared at her silently for a few moments and before she could ask he spoke the words that caused her smile to drop though this time in a compassionate frown.
Standing so that she was directly in front of him she reached up and caressed his cheek softly. “You have no reason to apologize.” She told him. “I was the one who suggested the pretend fight.” She continued. “I lived through the real Ripper. I can handle the fake one.”Once she finished she placed a soft kiss against his lips and then pulled away, linking their hands together. “Lead the way Chef Master Salvatore.” She told him happily, a sentiment that was backed up by a loud growl from her stomach.
Walking into the kitchen she let go of his hand in order for him to return to the stove and while he did that she went over to the refrigerator. Opening it she leaned down and picked up two bottles of wine, one white and one red. Holding the two up for his inspection she asked him. “Which one will go with whatever it is that you are making?” Once he decided she poured them both a glass, handing him one before heading back to the living room and sitting down so that she could watch him cook. “I still love watching you cook.” She told him with a grin. “Thank goodness one of us could or else we would starve.”
Thinking upon what she had just said her brows furrowed. “Well, I guess only one of us would. I know if you don’t have blood for so long what will happen, but do you have to eat?” She asked, having never really thought about it. She knew that he could eat and that it tasted good still but she had no idea if it actually did anything for him.
Word Count:: 531
Tag:: Stefan Salvatore
Outfit:: Click here for Elena’s Outfit
Note:: No worries. <3 Polyvore  . Also sorry this was short. I wrote it at work in a notebook and it seemed much longer until I typed it. lol
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Post by Stefan Demetrio Salvatore on Jan 21, 2013 3:51:02 GMT -6
Noticing that Elena’s eyes hadn’t moved from him, the vampire’s warm smile just grew a little bigger, ”You’re staring at me again. It’s just a little creepy,” Stefan half-whispered, his voice lovingly teasing her. Once in a while, Stefan liked to make their relationship a little less serious and much more playful. And, seriously, they deserved to act like silly love-struck teenagers for once in their lives. Now that they were here, safe and pretty much secure, they could just enjoy each other’s company without fear of how they were acting or who might be watching. And true to his nature as an eternal seventeen year old, he felt a touch embarrassed as well at her compliment, giving a soft laugh and his gaze slid to a non-descript spot on a wall just for a second. His eyes flicked back to Elena, not really wanting to let her out of his sight. ”I feel a little underdressed to be honest. But if you like it, I guess I’ve done something right.” But he let his light tone slip away, since he knew he needed to bring up their last moments at the ball. But as soon as her fingers graced his cheek, he could feel the compassion, sense it in her eyes, and immediately, Stefan relaxed again. His eyebrows knitted a bit when she said she had lived through the real Ripper. He didn’t want to argue or correct her, but he wasn’t so sure she had met the true Ripper. She hadn’t seen the destruction he was capable of, and if he could help it, she never would have to. So, he was happy when he felt his girlfriend give him a delicate kiss and put the whole matter to rest. That was all he needed, and it was one of the things that Stefan truly needed from her—forgiveness. Upon her request to be lead to the kitchen, Stefan gave a small chuckle to his new title, and they walked hand in hand until they had returned to the kitchen. He went to turn the stove down so his red sauce could simmer while he prepared the chicken. Looking back at the wine choices, he studied the labels for a second while breading the strips of meat, ”Uh…the red. Merlots go well with Chicken Parmesan.” He paused in his work to concentrate on Elena for a second, ”It’s still your favorite, right?” He supposed that her tastes wouldn’t have completely changed over the summer, so his question was probably pointless, but it was also kind of something to prove that he remembered—that this was him, and not the Ripper. Stefan also supposed those kinds of thoughts were also pointless, but he also knew he had a lot to own up to. Another smile that he couldn’t help letting shine through pulled at his cheeks as Elena mentioned how she liked to watch him cook. He simply replied, ”I love cooking for you.” and set the cutlets in a separate pan where they sizzled in the oil. He supposed that his own stomach would be growling if he actually needed to eat food, because the smell was quite delicious. He was lucky that he hadn’t sipped his wine, because Elena’s next comment just made him gently laugh, ”I’ve just had a lot of practice. And you know, you could always do the dishes.” He added, just feeling a bit mischievous. To her next question, he shook his head, “No. Just blood.” He said, thinking it felt a bit strange to say, even after all the years he had been a vampire. He set the chicken on a pan and placed it in an oven, and once he started the pasta, Stefan entered the living room, ”It has about fifteen minutes. So…” He lifted his wine glass towards her, ”To second chances.”+++ TAGS: Elena WORD COUNT: 643 NOTES: God, this thread has a lot of cute in it right now :3 |
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Post by Elena Isobel Gilbert on Jan 21, 2013 21:31:49 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She shot him a mock glare. "I'm not staring, I'm gazing. And before you get on me it's not creepy it's romantic. You know just like in romance novels how the two gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes." She purposely said this in a sultry tone, clearly mocking romance novels. “Which would work well for us since Caroline has said that you had the romance novel stare.” She told him, shoving him in the side playfully. “I’m not sure where I fit in in the equation but you know, no romance novel is perfect.” Shooting him a wink she laughed, rejoicing internally at the feeling of relief that came from being able to joke around with him once more.
She could almost see the non-existent blush on his cheeks when she complimented him. "You know that I don't care about under dressed and over dressed. The only reason I wore this was because I didn't want to sit in a car for an hour in jeans nor did I want to wear my big old ball gown." She told him honestly. "Plus this is our first sort of back together date so I didn't want to show up in sweats. However if the dress is making you uncomfortable I can go change into some pajamas?" She asked him, doubting that he would want her to change but then again she didn't know.
Hearing exactly what he was making her eyes lit up. "Oooh, yes." She told him, her eyes reminding of those of a young child who was just told they were going to Disney land. "Haven't had it in months. You're definitely spoiling me Mr. Salvatore." She told him before putting away the white wine and walking over to the counter, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a cork-screw. Pulling the plastic off of the top of the bottle she quickly used all of her strength (pretending as if she wasn't) in order to get the cork out of the wine bottle. Once it was out she took a deep breath, pretending as if she wasn't out of breath just from opening a bottle of wine.
She made a mental note to call Alaric when she got home and ask him to start working out with her again.
After sitting down on the couch she watched him for a few moments before speaking. "You only like cooking for me because you know that I'd probably give you food poisoning if I tried to cook for you." She told him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I don't even know if that's possible but if anyone's cooking could accomplish that it would be mine." Her laugh quickly turned into a mock scoff at his next suggestion. "You wouldn't want me to get my dainty little hands all wrinkly would you?" She asked, waving her fingers in a coquettish way before breaking down in giggles. "Besides, that's what the dishwasher is for."
Watching as he came around to the side of the couch she lifted her glass to meet his. "I'll definitely drink to that." She told him before taking a sip. Pulling on his hand she motioned for him to sit next to her. Once he was seated she leaned into his side, enjoying the feeling of chest against her cheek. She had missed him more than she could describe and while they had never fully talked about what the other had gone through in his absence she knew the time would come. She knew she had to explain to him what she had found out and she also knew that he needed to tell her in his own words what Klaus had made him do. However at this moment she couldn't imagine anything making her any happier.
She loved this man and nothing would tear him away from her again if she had anything to say about it.
Word Count:: 668
Tag:: Stefan Salvatore
Outfit:: Click here for Elena’s Outfit
Note:: <3 <3 <3
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Post by Stefan Demetrio Salvatore on Jan 25, 2013 4:12:30 GMT -6
He could feel his teeth dig into the inside of his lip to prevent himself from laughing. He really didn’t have to, but it was just a habit he had picked up recently. As the Ripper, Stefan didn’t laugh at things like this. But a breathy chuckle escaped in spite of himself. How could he help it when Elena was being so sweet and funny? Although he gave a bit of a confused look when she said she wasn’t romance novel material, ”Really? I couldn’t think of anyone else who would be better than you.” And he meant it. She was intelligent, strong-willed, gorgeous and kind beyond measure. Himself, on the other hand, sexy stare or no, was probably a bit further from a male lead in his own mind. Because nothing said romance like ripping people’s throats out with your teeth. ”No, it looks great.” Stefan suddenly realized he was back pedaling, but it didn’t really matter. He didn’t want Elena to feel judged, especially since she had put a lot of effort into it, though it had an effortless beauty about it, ”I didn’t mean that I was uncomfortable. Just less… fancy.” The vampire ended a bit lamely. As far as clothes went, he knew how to dress himself well, but that was about it. Her reasons all made sense, though Stefan suspected she also had wanted to impress him a little. If that was one of her intentions, it had certainly worked. His smile lit up again when she approved of the dish he was making, pleased that he had remembered correctly. He finally allowed himself to laugh a bit louder when his girlfriend addressed him as ‘Mr. Salvatore’, and replied with a soft grin, ”That’s my job, Miss Gilbert. For as long as we’re up here.” He returned to his cooking after that, though he could see that she was slightly struggling with the wine bottle. But he knew that it would offend her to offer to open the wine for her, so he merely kept his eyes down on his cooking, making sure she didn’t let go of the cork too soon and let it hit her in the face or anything. But she was successful at last, her victory making Stefan as happy as it made her. Despite wanting her to be safe, Stefan knew Elena valued her independence as well, and they trusted each other to know their own limits. It was a different kind of security in a relationship that Stefan had truly missed. The only response he gave to her mini-rant on food poisoning was a glance that quintessentially read ‘You know that’s not true’. Yes, Elena’s culinary skills were not exceptionally great, but Stefan enjoyed giving his girlfriend something personal, something that was so innate to living that it made him feel a little alive and nurturing. He wasn’t sure if putting that into words would make sense, so he just went with his glance. But his more serious demeanor melted again once Elena was more joking and giggles, and Stefan had to admit defeat on her washing dishes at least. But he gave a small shrug and added, ”Okay, no washing. You can load the dishwasher.”Once invited to take a seat, the vampire set his wine glass down and let himself gently drop down onto the couch, savoring Elena’s hand on his, and then how she fell against him, the heat of her body feeling so relaxing and comforting at the same time. It almost felt like he was suddenly tired, as if the fake fight and pretending to be the Ripper had drained him and all he wanted to do now was to be with his girl. Perhaps making dinner had been a bad idea after all, since now, he didn’t really want to break away from Elena so soon. Still, he remembered that her stomach had been growling earlier. He would just have to enjoy the moment while it lasted. He shifted so that his arm wrapped across the small of her back, drawing her closer into him, and leaned his head down to touch hers, wanting to experience more of her, even in the most simplest of ways. +++ TAGS: Elena WORD COUNT: 703 NOTES: <3 |
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Post by Elena Isobel Gilbert on Jan 26, 2013 17:13:08 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She couldn’t describe how wonderful it felt to have these normal, albeit completely unnecessary, conversations with him once more. Most people who knew Stefan all thought that he was simply this uptight brooding man and while this sometimes was true there was a whole other side to Stefan. There was this happy silly guy that she had come to know over the past year and he was just another part of the man that she loved. “Have you ever read a romance novel?” She asked him with a sly smile. “I mean think about how the main characters are portrayed. The main man, always has the perfect body, six pack abs, crazy wild hair that is usually described as sex hair and a stare that can make you melt.” She told him, her eyes going over the different aspects of him that she was describing.
“Then let’s think about how the girls are described. Blonde hair.” She stated, touching her dark chestnut hair. “Big blue eyes.” She continued on, tapping her temple to show off her doe brown eyes. “Small waist and big breasts.” She stated, though her tone showed that she was clearly having way too much fun with this. “The only part of that in which I fit the description is the small waist and even then if I was any shorter I’d probably be bigger than a house thanks to my lax on workouts. Speaking of which I really need to start going back to running. I’m getting lazy.” She told him with a smile. “So out of the two of us, who comes closer to romance novel material? I believe that would be you Mr. Salvatore. You know if you wanted to be an actor you’d make a fortune.” She stated with a wink.
Hearing that he was in charge of cooking for as long as they were there she felt her face light up. "Then maybe we should never leave." She said playfully, though there was an underlying sincerity that she knew he would hear as well. She wished that they could simply stay here, away from everyone and everything. She reasonably knew that this wasn’t an option since they both had responsibilities back at home to those that they cared about, but it was still a nice thought. Maybe one day they’d be free to just be with one another, but unfortunately she couldn’t even find that feasible until things settled down.
“I am an expert dishwasher” She told him with a grin, glad that he didn’t comment on her non-existent cooking skills. She knew he would never say anything outright hurtful to her (not that telling her she couldn’t cook was hurtful but still) but she knew that he was aware that she could easily give food poisoning should she ever try and cook a gourmet meal. “Though I’ll admit to using paper plates mostly at home simply since if I don’t do the dishes they won’t get done. Between Jeremy and Alaric it’s a miracle our house stays even remotely clean.” She told him randomly.
Leaning against the hard cool chest of the vampire she sighed in contentment. Feeling him draw her closer to him she smiled against his shirt, relaxing more than she had in months. She didn't want to ruin the mood but she felt that she needed to say it, so she let her feelings out and the consequences be damned in her opinion. "I missed you Stefan." She whispered.
Word Count:: 615
Tag:: Stefan Salvatore
Outfit:: Click here for Elena’s Outfit
Note:: Sorry this was shorter. I am completely behind on posts and I’ve got homework to do. <3 this thread. Stelena adorableness!
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Post by Stefan Demetrio Salvatore on Feb 1, 2013 3:19:18 GMT -6
”Sex hair?” He echoed his girlfriend’s words, ”Something just sounds wrong about that.” Of course, Stefan wasn’t really one to ask about judging what made a handsome guy. He supposed if someone forced him to explain, he could eventually get some kind of answer as to what girls (or gay men, he supposed) liked in a man, but who knew if he’d even get close to the mark. It just didn’t cross his mind. And though he could definitely say that he could find certain girls very pretty, he really didn’t consider them beautiful until he knew they were more than just nice looks. Perhaps some people would think that was sickeningly romantic of him, but he hadn’t truly fallen in love with Elena until he knew who she was as a person, rather than at first sight when he first recognized her as Katherine’s doppelganger. His mind went along these lines more or less as Elena went over the female counterparts to the ‘sex-haired’ male romantic leads, though he was still listening to her words intently. He gave a small laugh when the picture of the novel’s heroine was finished, ”I think you just described Lexi. And I know she’s not that type at all.”Stefan glanced up from his cooking work, a kind of concern in his eyes when she went on about how she was being lazy. There was humility, which Elena had in spades, but there was also a point where self-deprecation went a bit too far. Stefan was definitely smart enough to keep his mouth shut when it came to a woman’s weight, but still, he wondered why Elena wouldn’t wake up and see herself the way he saw her—pretty much perfect. If there was anything he could say he would change, it would be that she would value herself above others once in a while. But again, he wasn’t going to comment, just say a little argument in her defense, ”Well, you were recovering not that long ago,” From a certain stab wound in her stomach. He didn’t really want to comment on that either, which is why he was thankful that Elena changed back the subject to something that would be easier to make a joke out of, ”Yeah, an actor that never ages. Like Keanu Reeves.” Nodding to her suggestion to never leave the lake house, Stefan pretended to think on it for a bit. ”I’d like that.” The vampire put softly and sweetly, though they both knew how impossible it would be. But he certainly had many fond memories of this place—their time out on the docks, and just being able to relax. It was short lived back then as well, but it was better to have it for a little bit than to not have it at all. Especially since in public the two of them were technically on bad terms. The conversation turned back to more of a teasing tone when Elena proclaimed her skills as an ‘expert dishwasher’, and Stefan gave a small grin in response, ”Well, you’re not getting out of it this time. Besides, with just the two of us, it won’t take forever.”Because that was the whole point, wasn’t it? That it was just the two of them. As the two of them pressed closer together, and Elena whispered up to him that she had missed him, there was a dichotomy of feelings. A part of him did feel a touch guilty for leaving in the first place. Though, still he had to admit, even if Damon wasn’t grateful for it, Stefan would never regret saving his brother’s life. And yet the price he had to pay to do that was very great. On the other hand, most of those feelings were completely eclipsed by a swell of emotions that he knew to be pure love. Perhaps it was juvenile, or sappy or something else, but it was wonderful to hear that he was missed. It would have been understandable if Elena had lost faith in him, but she never had. Wrought with his own feelings, he couldn’t speak at first, just an almost inaudible sigh escaping him before he pressed his lips against his love’s forehead, her temple, and almost her lips. But he hesitated. ”Dinner’s about to burn.” He didn’t move at vampire speeds, but Stefan was up like a shot and compiled the Chicken Parmesan with the skill of a seasoned chef within moments. Two plates, with a simple but elegant presentation found their way to the coffee table in front of them, and a proper place setting followed afterwards. Once everything was set, Stefan reclaimed his place by Elena’s side and swooped in for that last kiss—an almost chaste, warm kiss. He pulled back only slightly to speak, ”I missed you too.”+++ TAGS: Elena WORD COUNT: 805 NOTES: Sorry to take so long :< Late shifts suck. Aaanyway, hope it's worth the wait :3
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Post by Elena Isobel Gilbert on Feb 1, 2013 21:00:28 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She could see the distaste on Stefan’s face as she mentioned sex hair. Snickering at the look of almost disgust she nodded, smiling innocently. It was clear from her innocent act that she was having more fun with this than she should. “You know, sex hair.” She told him, motioning to his hair with a grin. “Hair that looks as if it’s been messed up during sex? That hair that most models pay money for since all the girls love to see the guys with their hair all messed up since it looks as if someone has been running their hands through it or pulling on it? Sex hair.” She stated, pretending as if she didn’t know that he wasn’t technically confused. She loved messing with him when she was able to, it gave her a sense of pleasure since not many saw this side of Stefan.
Letting out a laugh when he compared Lexi to her description she nodded. "Okay but think about it. If you saw Lexi walking down the street you would totally think she was one of those girls. A girl who wanted a handsome guy to sweep her off of her feet and take care of her for the rest of her days. And you know that if a producer saw her walking down the street one day they'd be begging her to play the next leading lady in some film where the guy gets the girl." She stated with a tilt of her eyebrow, knowing that she was right. "Granted I can just bet that whatever Lexi would say to either would be extremely colorful since she doesn't seem like the type who needs anyone to take care of her but she still does have the look." She summarized.
It surprised her that Stefan brought up her recovery from her stab wound. It wasn't something that he had truly ever brought up after it had happened since she knew that he still felt guilty. She briefly thought back to what she had said to warrant a comment about it before her eyes widened in understanding. Even if she was talking badly about herself he still couldn't stand to see someone say or do anything to hurt her without coming to her defense. Her protector. Shooting him a small smile she nodded. “Yes but we all know how much I like to eat. I also hate running. Even back in cheerleading I hated to run but was forced to do it by the slave driver known as Caroline.” She told him with a laugh. “Thank god for good genes.” She stated playfully before sobering up. “Which is a surprise since look at who my parents were.” She hadn’t really thought about it before now but it was a miracle between John and Isobel that she was even a halfway decent person since both of them seemed to be selfish people.
Then again she would admit to not really knowing anything about Isobel other than the basics and what she had observed…and John…she would always have issues with him, one letter didn’t change that…though she admitted that she did owe him everything since he had given his life for hers.
Thankfully Stefan seemed to know when the time for a subject change was upon them as he mentioned Keanu Reeves. "He's actually started aging finally." She told him with a laugh. "And it's creepy because he's not aging well not that he's finally started. Brad Pitt on the other hand, is that man ever going to get old? I swear there are a couple actors out there that I think are secretly vampires they just don't want to admit it." She told him with a laugh before looking at him in honest curiosity. "Do you know of any famous people who are really immortal?" She asked him, her eyes showing how much she really wanted to know.
She knew that Stefan was humoring her by saying that he'd like to never leave. Sure she knew that they had fond memories here but she also knew that not all of them were fond for him. She could clearly remember the look on his face when he realized that she was aware that she wouldn't live past the ritual. Yes it is! Even if you don't want to admit it, you are giving up! And Lexi? She wouldn't let me give up. I'm not going to let you. Those words had stayed with her since that day and for some reason they had made her see sense at a time that she hadn’t known really what sense meant. Faking a mock sigh of annoyance at his mention of washing dishes she nodded. "Fine Fine Slave Driver." She told him with a laugh. Glad that once again the mood had been restored.
Feeling his lips on her forehead she let her eyes fall closed before she felt a gust of wind before she even heard his words that dinner was about to burn. Opening her eyes she watched as Stefan ran, not at vampire speed but still faster than most humans. She watched in amusement and love as he made them a perfect setting at the coffee table before coming back to sit next to her. She looked up expectedly and was rewarded with a soft kiss before he whispered that he had missed her too. "And as much as I would love to continue to be mushy and romantic just like all good romance novels..." She trailed off with a wink before leaning up and picking up her plate. "I am too hungry to try and be witty. So can we pause on the emotional stuff and eat?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't be offended.
Word Count:: 1,003
Tag:: Stefan Salvatore
Outfit:: Click here for Elena’s Outfit
Note:: No worries love. I am sorry I keep posting immediately back to you but Elena is only in two threads and I needed to get her active for the activity check. Lol. <3
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Post by Stefan Demetrio Salvatore on Feb 7, 2013 5:02:43 GMT -6
The vampire’s mouth almost screwed up into a grin, or rather, he was trying very hard not to just grin outright as Elena explained more about this mysterious ‘sex hair’. It was a nice change of pace—acting like a normal couple. They deserved to be a normal couple once in a while, and normal couples not only loved each other, they were each other’s best friend, in a way. Of course, Lexi was his bestie, but Elena was a different kind of friendship. The one that came with unconditional love and sacrifice. Which is probably why their relationship was the stuff of romance novels. Or at least the romance novels that Stefan had read—Wuthering Heights and the Great Gatsby. Stefan assumed that the books Elena was currently talking about were more of the steamy paperbacks found in the grocery store, ”Okay, okay. Sex hair. Got it.”Stefan paused to think if really Lexi was the type to be swept off her feet, at least in the department of looks. It was just hard for him to separate her spicy attitude from her that it took him a second to really think if that would be true. ”Maybe the type of girl who’s an independent woman on the outside, but really is soft and defenseless inside?” That seemed to be the trope of anything romantic from the nineties onward, in anything kind of genre really. But in the end, Lexi wasn’t that kind of girl. She was strong on her own, and Stefan wanted her to have a loving partner worthy of her, that would make her as happy as Elena made him. In any case, he gave a small shrug, ”Lex would be way more than a match for anyone in Hollywood these days, I guarantee it. Nobody could match her stage presence.” And the fights she would probably have with the director… As Elena tried to turn her comment about exercise into more of a joke, it was surprising that it took a nosedive into more serious territory as she mentioned her parents—her biological ones, at least. Stefan didn’t really care to defend or comment on either her father or her mother. John had given up everything so his daughter could live, but then again, the man had tried to burn Damon to ashes in a basement, so he hadn’t earned a lot of points with Stefan there. It was best to concentrate on the meal, perfecting it and ensuring that it was the best Chicken Parmesan that Elena had ever had. As the conversation turned lighter again, Stefan played along, pretending to be shocked upon learning that Keanu Reeves was finally aging, ”No. Not The One. How will he save us from the Matrix now?” As for famous people who were actually immortal, Stefan had to think for a second, ”I don’t think I know that are passing as human. But there are rumors that Dracula is or was a real vampire. “ Though it was funny to think about. He had read Bram Stoker’s book, and while a lot of it was true, there was also some strange ideas in it as well. ”Is everybody who gives you a task a slave driver?” Stefan playfully scolded her a bit, finding it funny that both he and Caroline were now labeled ‘Slave Drivers’. But he didn’t linger on that for long, since dinner was just about ready, and he had to go prepare things. It was a bit unfortunate that he had to be interrupted, but he definitely knew he would be angry with himself if all that effort went to waste. He just smiled as Elena requested that the romance be put on hold for a bit so they could eat. ”Food is romantic. Way more romantic than sex hair,” he got in one last innocent remark before gathering up his plate. Human food wasn’t really appealing to most vampires in that human hunger type way, but Stefan could still appreciate good food. But he was watching Elena, looking for how much she liked it, though he tried to keep his anxiety hidden. Eventually, he piped up, ”How is it?”+++ TAGS: Elena WORD COUNT: 695 NOTES: Lol. Thanks for putting up with my slowness :3 |
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Post by Elena Isobel Gilbert on Feb 7, 2013 21:00:51 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She knew that Stefan was humoring her but she still felt lighthearted at having this type of conversation. She could see him almost biting back a laugh but again, he humored her. She was well aware of how most boys…men…whatever…most of those in the male persuasion were not cut from the same cloth that Stefan was. She knew that a lot of it came from the fact that he was technically brought up in the 1800’s but from stories she had heard he hadn’t always been like he was now. So what made him like this she wasn’t sure, but she was well aware of how lucky she truly was.
Realizing that they were probably thinking of different types of romance novels she laughed. “Don’t say a word. The only reason I know about those trashy romance novels is because when Bonnie, Caroline and I were younger we found one of Jenna’s while she was staying with us. Caroline swore that she had to read it so we stole it out of her room and ran to mine, which led to Caroline embarrassing both Bonnie and I like there was no tomorrow as she read the more salacious parts out loud as we tried not to giggle.” She told him with a fond smile, remembering their younger selves. “We were probably fourteen at the time. I remember we fell asleep laughing and woke up to my mom freaking out asking us where we got the book. When we admitted that we took it from Jenna she swore us to secrecy and put it back in Jenna’s room. I don’t think she ever told anyone about it because really she found it funny.” She finished, a wistful tone to her voice as she remembered her mother. She missed her more every day and in a way that words could not truly explain. Only someone who had lost a parent could ever truly understand the depth of her pain, one that she knew that Stefan understood.
Thinking about Lexi in Hollywood she let out a snort before covering her mouth and laughing, a faint blush staining her olive cheeks. “Lexi would probably end up murdering the whole production team, cast, crew and all. I can see it now. One of her co-stars trying to tell her that she’s not doing something right and her just kicking them into the set, thus causing a frenzy.” She rolled her eyes, seeing it clearly in her mind. Wrinkling her nose at the Matrix joke she shook her head. “I was never a fan of the Matrix. It always annoyed me, especially after watching it Jeremy walked around for days pretending like it was real and kept trying to freak me out. Of course Matt found it amusing and egged him on, which led me to not speak to either of them for a week.”
She nodded her head seriously, though the glint in her eyes told a different story. “Yes, yes they are. Anyone who gives me anything to do that I don’t want to is labeled a slave driver in my book.” She laughed after she had said it, clearly not being able to hold on to her serious look. She was one of the most driven young women around and she rarely had time to sit down, let alone actually relax, so her calling other people slave drivers was really the pot calling the kettle black. Then again when Caroline was at the reigns it was usually true.
Taking a bit of her food she hummed in appreciation. “Fabulous, as always.” She told him, taking her napkin and wiping at her mouth. While the two were more comfortable with one another than most couples she still tended to be shy when eating around him. It could be the fact that he truly didn’t have to eat or it could be the fact that while she may be extremely mature for her age, she was still just a girl in love with a boy. “You should open up your own restaurant one day. You’d make a fortune.”
Word Count:: 700
Tag:: Stefan Salvatore
Outfit:: Click here for Elena’s Outfit
Note:: No worries love. <3
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Post by Stefan Demetrio Salvatore on Feb 15, 2013 1:54:12 GMT -6
His hands kept busy as Elena told her story of the three girls grabbing her aunt’s book and her mother finding them, but Stefan’s attention was solely on his girl. It would probably embarrass her to tell her that he loved when she told stories like that about life before he had arrived, before the car crashed off Wickery Bridge. The simpler times when Elena didn’t have a care in the world seemed so precious. But he heard a gentle sort of pain in her voice as she thought about her mother, and Stefan felt a barrier rise up. He knew a lot about her past in general and to ask her to tell him more in detail seemed selfish to him. It wasn’t even as if Elena would mind him asking, but it had only been a couple of years since she had lost her parents, and this little getaway was supposed to be about getting away from their problems. Regardless, Stefan smiled for a little bit, mostly just very charmed by the story, ”I like it when you talk about stuff like that.” So what if saying that would more than likely embarrass her? It was true. Stefan just shook his head and grinned at Elena’s description of what his blond best friend’s Hollywood experience would be like. All he could see in his head was Lexi roundhouse kicking some full of himself actor into the rafters of a movie set. But as the conversation turned to other movies, he held back a laugh, more images flashing in his head of a younger Jeremy and Matt trying to offer each other the red pill or the blue pill. But Stefan was more concentrating on his cooking at this point and confessed, ”I actually haven’t ever watched it. I guess you just pick up a lot of things by osmosis when you try to blend in with other people. But, more importantly, remind me not to freak you out with aliens. It was aliens, right?” It really didn’t matter, but he was just trying to keep the mood light. Although he couldn’t say for certain, Stefan was pretty confident that extraterrestrials weren’t real. Taking another sip of his wine, Stefan had to try hard not to choke on it as his girlfriend continued to play along with the back and forth banter they had been doing, ”That’s… a lot of slave drivers.” It sounded strange the moment it came from his mouth, but that was what Stefan had to say in response. It was almost bizarre how random their conversation was, and yet how normal this felt. He almost felt like he should try to be more romantic or sexy somehow, but right in the middle of eating seemed a bad time to do that. Maybe he should have picked up flowers or something along with the food. But Elena seemed perfectly pleased with the meal, and it was very cute how demure she was being. Her compliment, though he knew she would say it was good no matter what, was just a very nice addition to the picture of her being able to enjoy a home cooked meal. ”Wow. I have a lot of career options.” The vampire said as if he had quite the quandary in front of him, but eventually he let himself slide back into the warm smile that had been on his face most of the night and began on his own plate of pasta and chicken, ”But I don’t think I want to cook for just anyone.” In fact, it was probably a miracle that he had cooked so well the first time he had made this dish for her, since he hadn’t really made anything for years. Always being on the run wasn’t the best way to perfect one’s cooking skills. He noticed that he was absentmindedly dragging his fork around in the sauce rather than actually eating the pasta dish. He had only had a few bites, but Stefan knew it really wasn’t what he was really craving. He knew he could wait a bit longer for a mug of blood though, so he just used his wine as a substitute for it. ”Although, if we went in together, we could make a little restaurant hidden somewhere. I’d cook. Jeremy could be our wait staff. You could manage and wash dishes.” His little fantasy dissolved into chuckles, wondering if Elena would playfully punch his shoulder for teasing her again. He bit his bottom lip in thought for a moment, before just looking up to his love, ”One day we can have something like that.”+++ TAGS: Elena WORD COUNT: 773 NOTES: Blargh, I wanted to write more, but my comp started freaking out on me... |
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Post by Elena Isobel Gilbert on Feb 18, 2013 19:23:04 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Smiling at Stefan’s slight statement she knew that he could see the pain in her eyes. She did miss her parents, more than she had ever truly imagined. She seemed to miss them even more after she found out that she was adopted. Knowing that they had loved her so much even though she wasn’t theirs biologically made her feel all the more connected to them. They had never treated her any differently than Jeremy and yet they easily could have. According to Jenna the reason that they had taken her in was because they hadn’t been able to conceive and yet only a year later her mother got pregnant with Jeremy, something that could have easily been looked at as their miracle. Yet in her mother and father’s eyes they were both their miracles.
Feeling tears well up she quickly pushed them down, smiling at Stefan who was truly her lover as well as her best friend. “You think that one’s funny…wait until you hear this one.” She told him, knowing that while it may hurt to talk about her parents it also hurt not too. She felt as if by talking about them and not just about their deaths that she was honoring their memory, something that she wanted to do whenever possible. “So Matt and I when we were probably 8…we came home and both fell asleep upstairs. It wasn’t uncommon for Matt to spend the night back then since he would always sleep in the guest room since his mom and mine were so close. However Uncle John was spending the weekend with us so Matt had to sleep in my room. We had played all day and fallen asleep early, meaning that we woke up at about 2am.” She told him, her eyes somehow bright at the memory.
“Anyway I woke up before Matt did and I heard some weird noises. I woke Matt up and made him come downstairs with me. We sneak downstairs to see something on the television and John is sitting there half asleep watching it and we both got all freaked out because it was ‘gross’ to us…of course now I realize that it was something on cinemax that he should have not been watching in the living room or really at his brother’s house. Anyway Matt and I started saying ‘Ew’ really loud and Uncle John tried to quiet us down so we didn’t wake my parents or Jeremy up. We asked him what he was watching and he made some weird comment about how babies were made and basically Matt and I ran upstairs and pretended like it never happened.” She continued, remembering the end of this story and not being able to quell the giggle from bubbling to the surface.
“Well what we didn’t realize was that Jeremy had been getting a glass of water from the kitchen when this all went on and saw everything that we did. So the next morning we’re all sitting down to breakfast and Jeremy looks at my dad and says ‘Uncle John showed me where babies came from last night. I thought they came from the stork? Why did that lady and that man have to get naked to get a baby?’.” She told him, giggling at the reminder of her brother’s innocent comment. “My dad spit milk out of his nose, my mother dropped a bowl and it shattered, Uncle John wouldn’t stop stuttering and Matt and I ran out of the room laughing.” She told him with a grin, remembering how funny it had been later when her father had quite literally put a privacy lock on the television settings so no one could access any ‘dirty’ channels unless they had the passcode…to which Uncle John was never privy to.
“You do have a lot of different career options.” She told him with a nod, forgoing talking about the slave drivers any longer since they could argue about that for hours. “But if you had your choice what would you do?” She asked him. “I remember you telling me when you were human that you wanted to be a doctor…but what about now? Would you still be a doctor if you could or would you be something else?” She asked, curious to know what he would do if he was able.
Hearing about them owning something together one day she beamed up at him. “I don’t know about owning a restaurant but I’d like to think that we’ll make a life together one day.” She told him, being more honest than she had been in awhile. “I miss thinking about our future. I know we still have a lot of things to talk about when it comes to our future, but I just want to know that we have one together.” She told him, her eyes boring into his.
Realizing that she didn't want to talk about anything anymore she shook her head. "No, you know what, never mind. Let's just stop for the night. I want to go to bed and not leave for the rest of the night. Game?" She asked him with a sultry smile. She knew she was acting a bit out of character at the moment but she didn't care. She just wanted to be with him...she needed to reconnect with him. Taking his hand she led him to the bedroom, where they didn't emerge all night long.
Word Count:: 922
Tag:: Stefan Salvatore
Outfit:: Click here for Elena’s Outfit
Note:: Went ahead and ended this.
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Post by ADMIN ASHLEY on Mar 10, 2013 0:07:41 GMT -6
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. Also sorry this was short. I wrote it at work in a notebook and it seemed much longer until I typed it. lol
