ELENA GILBERT.

titter wrapped in warmthness dances upon angelic lips   shining under the sunlight , corners of lips pushed aside & doe eyes almost invisible as she smiles , walking along the new girl in school , & for only a second , there is true happiness making a home inside human heart , then again , another step taken & reality reminds her of the tragedy her life has become . terror wakes up inside beating , crashing heart , she’s terrified of moving forward  (  what if she forgets them  ━ ━    is this even possible)  holding on to something no longer approachable , & it hurts , knowing life she once had is gone forever . regardless , she forces herself to smile again , a painful game the girl has been playing at school for days now , day by day , she’s getting good , amazing at it .    ❛   hm , what to tell ?    ❜   voice is soft , splashing against autumn air like colorful leaves upon the ground .    ❛  i don’t even know , honestly . you know , i was born here , lived here my whole life , so i don’t see it special in any way . it’s just a place like any other   ━ ━  but .   ❜   slender finger pointed , stretched up in the air just as body is seated behind the table , tilt of head to the side , sunrays bathing fair skin of collarbones when brown waterfalls allow it’s exposure .    ❛   mystic falls is known as a very safe town . nothing bad ever happens here , so you’re definitely safe here     ❜

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         THERE’S ALL TOO FAMILIAR OF AN AURA HERE,   something that begs to dispute elena gilbert’s proclamation.   if there’s anything left in the world to trust,   it would be her own gut  –  and she wants it to settle.   wants to force an unsettled nerve into suppression,   something in light of the comfort her own heart is clinging too here and now.    was she on her way to making a friend?   she didn’t know whether to be hopeful or dreadful of that unfolding;   an ANXIETY lingering upon her delicate build,   telling her if she could not bring herself to be truthful,  to be REAL,  with a person..   they could never really be friends.    and how,   with what she knew,  with the promises she’s inclined to keep,  could she be truthful?      these were things worth pushing to the back of her mind,   for now.        seated now across from the pretty brunette,    bella shrugs her bag off her shoulder,   attempts to settle as a softened smile exchanges with the other.       ❛  –   it’s good to hear that,  ❜    she begins,   falsifying how convinced she really was.    ❛  i can’t believe you’ve always been here.   –   i mean,   it’s nice here..    i just moved around a lot,  i guess,  growing up.  i mostly lived in arizona,  and then, ah ..  washington state.   i have enough different perspectives,  ❜      her tone gently carries her,    ❛  if there is one thing i’ve really learned,  though ..   no place is completely safe.  ❜     she’s a bit taken aback by the cryptic code in her statement,   so she follows,    ❛  –  then again,  i am prone to danger.   maybe it just finds me.  ❜       would make sense if it did,   really.

 

BELLA SWAN

independent and selective canon divergent twilight/tvd roleplay blog for isabella swan.
mutually exclusive, multi-verse and ship. oc, crossover, and au friendly.

❛ she defies us all. ❜

written by sam.
twenty - est.
est 07/2013, revamped 11/2015. triggers will be tagged. please read rules before interacting.

❛ life is hard. ❜

draft count: 8.
message count: 0.
starter count: 0.
plotting: open.
queued: infinite.

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