unforgivably: (you're not yourself)
πŸ…΅πŸ†„πŸ…²πŸ…ΊπŸ…±πŸ…ΎπŸ†ˆ 1864 ([personal profile] unforgivably) wrote in [community profile] pineslog 2017-03-03 04:50 am (UTC)

I like to think so.

[ Others may not. Others wouldn't say he is. He thinks he is. He knows he is. He watches her lace up her boots, waiting for her response. ]

You do. You have. [ Almost always.

He watches as she crosses her legs, unable to hide the raise of one of his eyebrows, briefly, before he keeps the proximity, reminding himself that Elena knows little to nothing. Not what he is, not what Stefan is. Barely who she is. Maybe not even barely. ]
Long fence. Big wall. That's the short version. [ He looks up in the corner, and then to the other corner. Cameras. Always cameras. Don't discuss your past. ] Come on.

[ He stands, lifting one leg over the bench, offering a hand before leading her past the lockers into the shower area. Showers. Loud music. Tactics to keep a vampire from hearing what you're saying. Equally useful when trying to keep out prying cameras. ] I'm not asking you to take your clothes off. You just put new ones on. I'm just [ He leans over turning the knob of one shower, and then the next, and the third before leaning back and shaking his wet hand. Turning to Elena, he lets the water cascade down into the drains. ]

We're being watched.

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