Elena Gilbert. Eternally eighteen. She was young, and she was kind - and had a whole life ahead of her. "She's an orphan, she just lost her brother - her life sucks." Humanity: Off but wavering. [independent roleplay] tracking: elenawarrior
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The worst day of loving someone is the day that you lose them.
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immortalxbarbie:
“Do whatever you want, Elena… I´ll gladly snap your neck.”
"Sure, Rebakah, okay."
{ o p e n }
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"--...How is this even possible?" she asked, completely perplexed. Then again, stranger things had happened.
She could feel it -- her emotions, that was. Fixating at the surface, striving to break through. She had hated this women - hated her for what she had done, and the sense was there.
“I did,” Isobel confirmed. Elena knew that better than anyone. She had seen her kill herself. “But now I’m back.” She still didn’t know how she felt about it.
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"Giving up pretty easily there. And here I thought you'd present a bit of a challenge. Then again, you are human now, so there really isn't much you could do."
“You can do plenty to change it Elena, you’re just deciding not to. Whatever, I have decided your little foray into being bad is not my problem to solve. I have better things to do than save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.”
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"Just admiring the view, naturally," she shrugged.
The urge to mimic Elena was there, but he wasn’t childish like her so he would surely not do it. “What do you want?”
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"You seem awfully sure of yourself there."
“You will. Sooner or later. And you’ll eventually flip the switch again, it’s inevitable, really.”
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Predictable. The word irked her more than it should have. She worked to hide her disdain. Hate, anger -- they were all emotions. Feelings that Elena had to keep rooted deep within. "You're not the hero, Damon," she stated simply. "Quit trying."
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“Crazy, unstable and predictable,” Damon sang out in a falsely pleasant tone. “Great.” Shooting her a sarcastic smile, his gaze flicked into an eye roll. “Still, if you’re planning any town massacres, Stefan and I would at least like to be notified so we can do damage control when half the population goes missing.”
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short reply spam coming up, before i dive into paras.
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I swear to God, if I see anything about Elena ‘deserving’ to be tortured, you better believe there will be hell to pay.
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Can I just say, in preparation of tonight’s episode: any Elena hate I see on my dash, and I WILL be unfollowing.
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as I put off paras if anyone wants a starter like this, or message me for plotting.
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daily reminder to tag your hate tonight, because elena’s gonna fuck all your faves’ lives up and if you’ve gotta be mad, be mad, but tag that shit ‘anti elena.’
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immortalxbarbie:
“Well, you know… my house, my rules.”
"Seeing as I don't need to be invited in, I don't really care."
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Her strut drew to a halt, as she rounded on her heel to face him. Her lips pursed, and she shrugged, both ideas sounding considerably euphonious. "It's actually more of a 'wait and see' kinda thing," she replied - her expression remaining complacent.
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”If it isn’t Little Miss Murder.” A derisive smirk unfurled across his face, cerulean eyes widening with an impertinent expression. “Wracking up any new deaths for your body count today? Or will it be safe to assume you’re sticking to prom dresses and kleptomania?”
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"Whatever you say, Stefan."
“There’s honestly no reason for me to be jealous, Elena.”
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Reblog if I can jump into an RP with you via Ask
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