who | elena gilbert & other bonnie bennett lovers.
where | the mansion.
when | march 12 - 14th. shoot me a pm if you want something, too!
rating | nothing scandalous.
summary | a bennett witch is gone, and those left behind will feel her loss deeply.
✧the story |

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we have lived before, we will live again, always again
I know. [ And he does, he knows he has people here, friends. Even if sometimes it doesn't feel that way. ]
The reminder is sometimes good though.
we have lived before, we will live again, always again
Can you do one last thing for me? ( the question is posed quietly as elena retrieves a wooden box from her leather satchel. she opens the lid to reveal feathers. white, luminous feathers. the request might seem strange, but it will also seem important. ) Could you make these float?
we have lived before, we will live again, always again
He takes the box from her and runs his fingers over the feathers before nodding. Concentrating his eyes flash a cerulean blue- a sign that his magic is at work. One feather floats into the air between them slowly before the rest follow, soon the entire box of white feathers are in the air dancing around the two of them. ] Like that?
we have lived before, we will live again, always again
she looks up, a quiet wonder in her expression. she even spots one lone black feather amidst the swirling white, and she doesn't have to inspect it any closer to know it's the glossy black feather of a raven. bonnie thinks of everything. elena laughs then, a low and sweet laugh, grievous and joyful alike. )
Yes. ( decisive, swift. ) Just like that.
( she sits there for some time, marveling the floating feathers, comforted by the reminder bonnie will never be gone, after all. )