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entranceway2017-04-06 11:40 am
interpersonal) wrote in entranceway2017-04-06 11:40 am
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text | you've always loved the strange birds.
( elena's routine doesn't change; it's everything else around her that does.
she jogs bright and early every morning without fail, but when it's time to step into the sparring center afterward, jo isn't there to be her 'adult.' she completes her weight-training routine, but faith isn't there to call her lambchop and add five more pounds to the machines despite elena's protests. before noon, the herbs and flower beds bonnie planted have been watered, but bonnie herself is nowhere to be found. she takes long walks in the garden now that spring has arrived, and when she turns sideways, victor is not by her side.
angel, lydia, simon — it's always been a matter of when, not if. elena gilbert knows this better than anyone.
her sadness doesn't break her, though it is present in the weeks to come. her days remain productive where possible. her grief doesn't keep her from the people who remain, for closing herself off is not and has never been the answer. it hurts because it's meant to, and elena is strong enough to carry the weight.
and life goes on. )
Is anyone interested in adopting a pet weasel? I promise he's friendly and sweet.
( elena had been hoping damon-the-weasel and iskra-the-cat would eventually learn to coexist. she would like to keep the weasel and take care of it, her own silly but heartfelt way to honor bonnie. but she can tell the animals are a step away from re-enacting their own western movie, and she wants what's best for them. she still hopes they'll become friends, but having separate quarters is for the best. maybe all they need is time. elena suspects they don't hate each other as much as they think.
like damon and bonnie, elena thinks fondly.
the weasel likes keeping her company, more so now that his master has disappeared. he'll often find respite in elena. specifically her shoulder, more than a little fond of hiding in her long hair and begging for chin-scritches. elena leaves him there, his cute face often brushing against her neck as she resumes her walk in the gardens. )
she jogs bright and early every morning without fail, but when it's time to step into the sparring center afterward, jo isn't there to be her 'adult.' she completes her weight-training routine, but faith isn't there to call her lambchop and add five more pounds to the machines despite elena's protests. before noon, the herbs and flower beds bonnie planted have been watered, but bonnie herself is nowhere to be found. she takes long walks in the garden now that spring has arrived, and when she turns sideways, victor is not by her side.
angel, lydia, simon — it's always been a matter of when, not if. elena gilbert knows this better than anyone.
her sadness doesn't break her, though it is present in the weeks to come. her days remain productive where possible. her grief doesn't keep her from the people who remain, for closing herself off is not and has never been the answer. it hurts because it's meant to, and elena is strong enough to carry the weight.
and life goes on. )
Is anyone interested in adopting a pet weasel? I promise he's friendly and sweet.
( elena had been hoping damon-the-weasel and iskra-the-cat would eventually learn to coexist. she would like to keep the weasel and take care of it, her own silly but heartfelt way to honor bonnie. but she can tell the animals are a step away from re-enacting their own western movie, and she wants what's best for them. she still hopes they'll become friends, but having separate quarters is for the best. maybe all they need is time. elena suspects they don't hate each other as much as they think.
like damon and bonnie, elena thinks fondly.
the weasel likes keeping her company, more so now that his master has disappeared. he'll often find respite in elena. specifically her shoulder, more than a little fond of hiding in her long hair and begging for chin-scritches. elena leaves him there, his cute face often brushing against her neck as she resumes her walk in the gardens. )
