#littlestgilberthunter

[elenatothegilbert]

Kitchens are awkward.

Elena held the apple in hand and occasionally took a bite, an all too familiar nausea induced past time until her stomach eased. Staying in the confines of her bedroom ensured not having to face Jeremy, as much as the girl wanted to face her brother there was an amalgam of emotions wanting to be expressed. However, the most potent one was dread - brought forth by his given reaction to Alaric. When the house was thought to be safe, the other inhabitants had left for their group roles, the brunette wandered from the room and headed fro the kitchen. Once in the doorway she noticed Jeremy and muttered various curse words mentally. Three options. Option one was to grab what she needed, option two confrontation or three.. turn around and abort the situation. Elena gulped in an act of composure before stepping forward and heading for the desired object - a glass of water. She mumbled the following words trying to hide her uneasy behavior about the matter and glanced a weak smile, "Goodmorning." 

[elenatothegilbert]

WE HAVE A JEREMY, I'M CRYING.

ELENA HAS HER BROTHER AND FEELS AND NO AND WFGFFG.

I WAS ASLEEP AND YOU JUST FGDFGDFG THERE'S FEELS EVERYWHERE. WHAT DID YOU GUYS GO OMG.