( elena sees the wildness in his eyes too late, but the cry is torn from her throat all the same.
a look of unbridled horror grasps tight hold of her features as she rushes to caroline, her hands lingering in the air as though she might not know what to do with them at first. they finally rest at caroline's cheeks; it aches a little that there isn't much of a difference to how she looked when she was awake. it's all a still-life painting until you're forced to move. elena is far past the point of being scandalized and unfamiliar to this: this violence, this darkness. these impossible choices.
she has been here. elena and caroline are far from the same person, but she has been here. and the more the salvatores tried to control her, the more she rebelled in a fight for her own autonomy — even when that meant forsaking someone else's. there are no heroes, here.
her contempt burns bright in her gaze. he need not acknowledge nor care for it to exist. )
You don't think that'll still be true when she wakes up? The only thing you've accomplished is making certain she'll push us away that much harder, fight us that much longer. ( how could he do this? how could he do this to her? )
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( elena sees the wildness in his eyes too late, but the cry is torn from her throat all the same.
a look of unbridled horror grasps tight hold of her features as she rushes to caroline, her hands lingering in the air as though she might not know what to do with them at first. they finally rest at caroline's cheeks; it aches a little that there isn't much of a difference to how she looked when she was awake. it's all a still-life painting until you're forced to move. elena is far past the point of being scandalized and unfamiliar to this: this violence, this darkness. these impossible choices.
she has been here. elena and caroline are far from the same person, but she has been here. and the more the salvatores tried to control her, the more she rebelled in a fight for her own autonomy — even when that meant forsaking someone else's. there are no heroes, here.
her contempt burns bright in her gaze. he need not acknowledge nor care for it to exist. )
You don't think that'll still be true when she wakes up? The only thing you've accomplished is making certain she'll push us away that much harder, fight us that much longer. ( how could he do this? how could he do this to her? )