( elena regards him in the quiet, but eventually, her face splits into a sheepish grin. her gaze travels over to where lucifer is gesturing, and it lingers on damon. she hadn't known it was so obvious, but of course it is: elena is an emotional archaeologist, and damon's always been her favorite ruin. )
Wish me luck.
( she's going to need it.
elena gives lucifer's fingers one last squeeze, and then she's moving away, drawing in a steeled breath of preparation as she charges toward her landscape of choice. )
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Wish me luck.
( she's going to need it.
elena gives lucifer's fingers one last squeeze, and then she's moving away, drawing in a steeled breath of preparation as she charges toward her landscape of choice. )