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pineslog2017-06-03 06:14 pm
otrazhenie) wrote in pineslog2017-06-03 06:14 pm
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Closed | Please don't leave me...
Who: Elena & Salvatore Fam CR
Where: Salvatore House
When: Saturday, June 3 - Tuesday, June 6
What: Elena is not doing very well following the departure of Damon, Stefan, and Katherine.
Warnings: Talk of death, blood, and other unpleasant things likely.
Note: Brackets or prose, I'll match your format.
[Closed to Salvatore Family CR]
The first day they didn't come home, she worried. It's what Elena does, she worries about the people she loves. If it had just been one of them, or even two, then she would have worried less, because more likely than not they were probably out investigating and had gotten caught up in whatever it was they were looking into. Maybe they were testing the wall, maybe the tracker Stefan had removed, who knew. But it was all three of them.
Damon. Stefan. Katherine. They didn't come home, and they didn't answer their cell phones. They weren't at the garage, or the school, or any of the businesses on Main Street.
So she started looking. Elena drove through town, checking every street there was for some sign of her family. She asked strangers on the street if they had seen any of them around, no she was sure everything was fine, she just needed to get hold of them and their phones had probably died. It was an effort not to alarm people, to keep up the friendly facade of not being terrified of what this place had done to them now. And when she didn't find any answers, she started making phonecalls.
Nyx. Emma. Percy. Magnus and Alec and Izzy. Anyone they'd called friend or family. "Have you seen Damon? Stefan? Katherine?" The entire weekend she spent looking for them. Finally, on Monday she started walking the woods, going as far as she could for as long as she could. She knew the signs of freshly dug graves, but she didn't know whether to be grateful or distressed that she didn't find any.
On Tuesday she faced the facts. They were gone. Damon, the love of her life who she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. Stefan, the person who knew her best in the world. And Katherine, a woman she both hated and loved because of this cursed town. Gone.
She only makes two calls that day. One to Nyx, and the other to Caroline. Both after she's screamed and cried and bloodied the kitchen in the house that had started to feel almost like a home, if only because of the people who had been in it. "They're gone," she tells them both. "Damon, Stefan, and Katherine. They're gone, and I don't think they're coming back." And then she ends the call because she has to cry again, she can't do this again, she can't lose her family. But she has and there's nothing she can do about it except grieve.
It's what Elena Gilbert does best, isn't it? Grieve for loved ones lost.
Where: Salvatore House
When: Saturday, June 3 - Tuesday, June 6
What: Elena is not doing very well following the departure of Damon, Stefan, and Katherine.
Warnings: Talk of death, blood, and other unpleasant things likely.
Note: Brackets or prose, I'll match your format.
[Closed to Salvatore Family CR]
The first day they didn't come home, she worried. It's what Elena does, she worries about the people she loves. If it had just been one of them, or even two, then she would have worried less, because more likely than not they were probably out investigating and had gotten caught up in whatever it was they were looking into. Maybe they were testing the wall, maybe the tracker Stefan had removed, who knew. But it was all three of them.
Damon. Stefan. Katherine. They didn't come home, and they didn't answer their cell phones. They weren't at the garage, or the school, or any of the businesses on Main Street.
So she started looking. Elena drove through town, checking every street there was for some sign of her family. She asked strangers on the street if they had seen any of them around, no she was sure everything was fine, she just needed to get hold of them and their phones had probably died. It was an effort not to alarm people, to keep up the friendly facade of not being terrified of what this place had done to them now. And when she didn't find any answers, she started making phonecalls.
Nyx. Emma. Percy. Magnus and Alec and Izzy. Anyone they'd called friend or family. "Have you seen Damon? Stefan? Katherine?" The entire weekend she spent looking for them. Finally, on Monday she started walking the woods, going as far as she could for as long as she could. She knew the signs of freshly dug graves, but she didn't know whether to be grateful or distressed that she didn't find any.
On Tuesday she faced the facts. They were gone. Damon, the love of her life who she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. Stefan, the person who knew her best in the world. And Katherine, a woman she both hated and loved because of this cursed town. Gone.
She only makes two calls that day. One to Nyx, and the other to Caroline. Both after she's screamed and cried and bloodied the kitchen in the house that had started to feel almost like a home, if only because of the people who had been in it. "They're gone," she tells them both. "Damon, Stefan, and Katherine. They're gone, and I don't think they're coming back." And then she ends the call because she has to cry again, she can't do this again, she can't lose her family. But she has and there's nothing she can do about it except grieve.
It's what Elena Gilbert does best, isn't it? Grieve for loved ones lost.
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Elena doesn't expect anyone to arrive, least of all Nyx. She should have, she realizes, because of course he's come. He's her brother. He's not, but he is, and as much as she wishes Jeremy were, she's glad that she still has someone. Even if she'd rather he not see her like this. ]
I'm-- [ in here. The words break and are lost as her throat tightens on another sob. ]
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Elena, what did you do?
[Nothing less than what he would have done, he's sure. He grabs a hand towel to press against the wound on her leg and kneels next to her.]
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I can't do this.
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I don't want them to take you.
[It's soft. A selfish need to cling to what little he can hold on to. It's not about him, but... he can't lose her too.]
You don't have to do it alone, you know.
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How is she supposed to do it without them, though? Without-- She leans closer to Nyx, wordlessly asking for comfort because: ] I can't lose him again.
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Stefan?
[That's what his memories say, anyway, but just because it's real here doesn't make it true.]