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— my heart belongs to the sea . . . T H E ( P I R A T E ) P R I N C E S S

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⟩ ⟩ let me assign you a tarot card.

STEFAN : THE SUN / this card represents "happiness and contentment, vitality, self-confidence and success". films i associate with this card: my neighbor totoro, pride & prejudice, amelie. art i associate with this card: ved bredden av chiemsee by hans frederic gude. fragrance i associate with this card: en passant by frederic malle (lilac, cucumber, wheat).

DAMON : KNIGHT OF WANDS / "the questing knight, this man traditionally signifies travel and progress… he looks forward, intelligent and knowledgeable, and yet ready for battle and full of fire". films i associate with this card: the green knight, the fellowship of the ring, song of the sea. literature i associate with this card: the odyssey, the argonautica. fragrance i associate with this card: philosykos by diptyque (a rich green scent with fig, woods, and coconut).

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— my heart belongs to the sea . . . T H E ( P I R A T E ) P R I N C E S S

sideblog for kairi sane , wwe superstar captained by sylas ( 25+ , gmt / uk ) !! follows back from sclvcticn.

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❛ the relationship between the salvatore family and the fells family dates back centuries, signorine. i have just returned from italy. ❜ hence her not knowing him, not having heard of him before. that was be the perfect excuse. ❛ but, had i known i would make your acquaintance, i would have attended the previous event. ❜ damon admits with ease, his eyes still studying them from top to bottom.

❛ how do you intend on getting home? ❜ the salvatore offers a concerned expression as he reaches up to fix up a loose strand of her hair back to its place. ❛ i hear it is dangerous out there. i cannot have you leave alone, annie. word has it there is a demon on the loose, and if he—it happens to have good taste, i am certain you may be their next victim. ❜ little does she know he speaks of himself, and little does she know she has already peaked the demon's interest. ❛ may i accompany you home, annie boyd? ❜

Annie had barely just finished her goodbye to the Fell's when the mysterious man from the corner practically appeared from nowhere in front of her. She hadn't heard him step up behind her, and the Fell's had made no mention of him when she'd be saying her farewell's.

"Already? Pardon, sir. But I do say that the party started winding down hours ago."

But still, a smile forms on her face at the introduction and she gives him a small bow of her head, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. "Annie Boyd. A pleasure to meet you as well."

"Though... I've not seen you around before. How do you know the Fell's?"

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damon had not attended a gala, especially in fell's church, in centuries. the invitation had, however, reached the salvatore estate — to the relatives of former founder member giuseppe conte di salvatore. he scoffs at the failure to mention his — or stefan's — name in the short handwritten note. they had died as literal nobodies. giuseppe had made sure only his name carried some legacy. no one alive would recall either of his children, and the generations that would have known them had long fallen — thankfully.

he still held a grudge against their families — the ones that should have protected the salvatore boys, the ones that knew what would happen behind closed doors and failed to intervene out of fear. from the moment he had forcefully been turned into a vampire, damon vowed to end their bloodlines. it was the least he could do to satisfy his anger, to get some justice for the version of himself he had lost the endless nights he had at giuseppe's unmerciful, rough, caloused hands.

his eyes scan the room, once, twice. damon had caught her staring a couple of times throughout the event. damon wondered if, perhaps, he had been recognised after all these centuries. unfortunately, portraits still lingered and maybe— no. the odds were so slim, he had been cautious all night long. straightening his collar, the salvatore decides to make his approach — waiting just a few steps aside for her to bid farewell to the founding family's descendants.

shamelessly, damon steps in front of her. a soft smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, his eyes studying her features. ❛ leaving already? what a shame, signorine. ❜ the salvatore reaches for her hand, gently holding and only briefly raising it before he bows his head, lips pressing delicately to her knuckles. ❛ damon salvatore. it is a pleasure to meet you. ❜

The gala was finally winding down, the evening finally coming to a close. The Fell's certainly knew how to throw a party, and they made sure it ran as long as it could before the guest's finally started to pitter out. Annie didn't live too far off, and her parent's had gone home hours ago, leaving only her brother—and he was quite ready to head back home.

There were only a few guests left now, most she recognized—but a few she didn't—especially the man who'd spent most of the evening mingling around but was now just standing off in the corner, seeming not too interested in leaving just yet.

Annie's brother, finally tired of waiting for her to be ready, agreed to start his trek home, as long as she promised to leave not long after. She wanted to talk to the mysterious man in the corner, but she knew it wouldn't be very proper, so instead she made her way over towards the Fell's—intending to bid them a good-night before finally leaving.

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crystallised? interesting. damon couldn't say he had heard of that happening before, but then again, he had spent some decades away from mystic falls. perhaps it had been seen, in another time. still— ❛ remind me how any of that is my problem. ❜ damon questioned with a slight frown, though his faded smirk is still lingering at the corner of his lips. ❛ working together? i'm sorry, but hard-pass on such an opportunity.❜ it didn't usually end well for him either way, so why bother trying to make the right call?

Elena didn’t flinch when Damon appeared, but her eyes narrowed at his words. She crossed her arms, posture tense as the red mist crept closer behind her. "That’s not why I called you." Her voice was low, serious. "I didn’t come to crash your little vampire detox program. There’s something new out here, Damon. And it’s not coming from Stefan." She turned slightly, nodding toward the mist. "That wasn’t here yesterday, and now animals are turning up dead with their blood crystallized. Whatever this is, it’s not normal." Her gaze met his. Steady. Unflinching. "So either we start working together again, or Mystic Falls is going to be swallowed whole. And not even your brooding charm is gonna stop it."

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hearing his phone go off, damon absentmindedly pulls it out of his pocket, preparing his witty remark for yet another message from stefan— only it wasn't him. elena. the older salvatore brother is not sure where to find her at first, though tracking her and her scent was rather easy, which made the task easier to accomplish. within minutes, damon was standing before her. ❛ the boarding house is currently off limits to... you. might want to gather the crowd elsewhere. for a few weeks, at least. ❜ just how did elena end up knowing something was happening when he didn't disclose it to anyone? ❛ stefan's locked up in there. until he remembers thumper and bambi are his only meal options, once again. ❜

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Elena stood at the edge of the forest just outside Mystic Falls, the eerie crimson mist curling between the trees like living smoke. The air felt heavy, charged with something dark and restless, and she clenched her fists, trying to steady the unease twisting in her chest.

She pulled out her phone, fingers hovering over their contact. After a deep breath, she typed, “Something’s wrong in Mystic Falls. I don't know what it is yet, but it’s spreading fast. Meet me at the Salvatore house. We have to figure this out.”

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stefan had an awful lot of time on his hands over the centuries. ❛ when you grow up during the renaissance, i think it's somewhat mandatory that you know how to do a few things. ❜ he reveals with a soft smile, his arms wrapping around her. stefan leans towards her ear, already grinning practically, hoping he was able to pull a smile out of her, at the very least, with his next rather suggestive statement. ❛ you would make a perfect nude model. for me, of course. ❜ his eyes only.

"I honestly.. never expected you to also draw. How can one person be so talented?" Annie curled her fingers in his shirt, leaning back slightly. "I guess a few hundred years of practice or so would do it."

"Maybe I should've picked up some sort of hobby."

Her face flushes and she ducks her head down, gnawing at her lower lip. "I mean... if you want to. Though the idea is a bit nerve-wracking, if I'm honest."

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❛ absolutely, ❜ damon steals a glance from her, ❛ not. ❜ he wasn't going to hand it over to her, or stefan, or anyone for that matter. damon had yet to make peace with what stefan had done to katherine, and above all, to him. he had promised him misery, and this was just a small demonstration of his intentions. ❛ you should consider him lucky, really. at least, i am not forcing him to tear someone's neck apart. he's paying a small price if you ask me. ❜

"why so? you seem easy to convince any time else." elena teases, just for always getting on her nerves. "okay," the brunette chirps, almost smiling at being called princess. but she knows how damon is, that doesn't mean she's won & gotten her away so easily– so she won't get too happy just yet. "then that means you'll hand me over stefan's daylight ring, then?"

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damon scans the glass once, twice, just in case the latter had secondary intentions with such an offer. ❛ what is this? an invitation for a truce? didn't see that one coming. ❜ damon takes a swig, ❛ if i'm good? don't you know i am practically incapable of such a feat? if you want good, you're in the wrong brother's company, noble one. ❜

@sclvcticn ❛ i can't tell if you're flirting or threatening me. i'll take either one. ❜ ( from damon)

“I didn't expect that, Damon,” a teasing expression appeared on Elijah's face before he offered the other a glass of whiskey. “Drink with me and let's see what happens. If you're good, maybe I'll flirt.”

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hearing bonnie confess to such weight on her shoulders has damon's light expression shifting. she was still tormented by what they had been through. he'd be foolish to say thinking about those days didn't bring him... damon wasn't sure what to call it, but it wasn't good. instead of saying something comforting, or attempting something along those lines, damon stepped closer to wrapped his arms around bonnie.

no one understood what had happened in that realm. no one knew what they had gone through. the hell of living the same day over and over again for... months. it would have driven anyone insane, and yet they held on as best as they could. held on to each other. though drastic, damon reaches into her pocket to grab her phone and turns it off before tossing it aside. ❛ you won't need it for a while. stay here. ❜ he suggests, ❛ nothing will happen to you. no one will get to you. ❜ without going through him first, and to achieve that, they'd need to go through hell and back at least twice over.

Bonnie felt tears falling down her cheeks, in spite of herself. Damon didn't usually have to work this hard to get her to talk to him, and she hated that she was making him think he'd done something to lose her trust--trust he'd admittedly worked hard to earn. "It's. . .so stupid," Bonnie whispered, defensive anger giving way to the shame it had been covering. She wiped the tears away with frustrated roughness and looked away from Damon.

"I thought things would be better, when I got out of the prison world, but they're- they're not. . . I'm not. But I can't show that, because everyone's just happy that I'm back, and they all expect me to be good, ol' reliable Bonnie, always there to help and make things better, so I can't. . ." Bonnie's shoulders shuddered as more tears fell. "I can't talk about it. Even if it's all I can think about. Even if it keeps me awake at night. Even if I'm. . .falling apart."

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#words said moments before disaster

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stefan offers a nod at her request. it was the right thing to do. he had known this town for a very long time. supernatural creatures always seemed to wander around mystic falls : vampires and witches mostly, as far as he remembered, but of course there were also werewolves now — and many others. ❛ ... and i'll talk to damon. see if i can get some sense into him. maybe just this one time. ❜

Buffy chuckled at the comment Stefan's short comments. She knew he was joking and she smiled at his sincerity. "The 'everything that goes on in this town' part," she said. "I might need help from time to time. Would you mind lending a hand if I do?"

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damon do you hate stefan??

DAMON SALVATORE / @/anonymous

if his gaze could pierce right through the other, it would have done so right there and then. he twirls his glass, the bourbon within swirling against the sides of the glass. did he hate stefan? partly. from the moment stefan came to their family's life, everything changed. giuseppe's attention shifted and he grew colder, distant, cruel and that behaviour only solidified as time went by, and with the loss of their mother. stefan had been the reason she'd grown weaker, the reason she could not overcome whatever had been wrong with her — as far as they had been informed.

was that enough to hate stefan? enough to make him lose that protective side he had developed since they were younger? it wasn't. damon still saw that young boy whenever he glanced at his sibling. the one who needed him, who tailed him nonstop, the one he often had to read to sleep so he slept soundly, the one damon helped raise alongside their estate workers whilst their father drowned himself in litres upon litres of alcohol. no, he doesn't hate stefan — even though he loves pretending he does and making their life harder, challenging.

❛ — how about you mind your own business, hm? ❜

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