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-#TVD/#TOrp#RP
• AU and cannon portrayal of Elena Gilbert, Descriptive, literate writer, ’•.mirrored replies.•’
• Crossovers friendly.
•Banters & Sls are welcomed, Dm to plot
•🖤& 🔁 ?
#RT
@ForspokenEntity help”
He paused, not moving to follow after her. In fact, for a moment he wondered if it was best if he just.. left town. Let her find her own happiness. He was conflicted.
“It’s not. Not if you’re upset. Believe it or not I care more about you than I do myself” he immediately responds.
“Is there something I can do to change Stefan’s mind?” He asked.
He didn’t consider himself right for Elena anyways, especially if she was happier with someone +
@ForspokenEntity “Elena. Is there something I can do to help or not? That’s all I’m trying to do. Maybe I can talk to Stefan, or I can just leave. This isn’t a competition of affections like with Katherine. If you don’t like me, you don’t like me. Plain and simple, doesn’t mean I don’t want to +
He paused at the mention of their breaking up. “I- … he didn’t tell me, I didn’t know” He responded truthfully, walking with her now towards the Grill.
Even if he wasn’t sorry because he cared for her in the same way as his brother, he didn’t want Elena to be in any pain.
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He shrugged his shoulder in response.
“I’m a people pleaser” he said, a smirk etching at his lips.
“Your reaction to my response is supposed to tell me the answer”
He sensed the change in her tone at the mention of his brother’s name. He should drop the subject. But he can’t help himself.
“Trouble in paradise?” He inquired.
“Oh come on, one bite to eat. It won’t kill you”
He needed to know how the transition was phasing her.
He could easily stop her, if he wanted to. He found her reaction to be quite amusing.
“Now who said I was eating people?” He leaned forward. “Was it Stefan?”
He turned his glance to Mystic Grill.
“A burger, sounds nice. You prefer no pickles, correct?”
Her smile fading causing one to slowly appear across his own face.
“Am I not allowed to say Hi without wanting something?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m simply…. Scouting for dinner” he said with an amused smirk etching at the corner of his lips.