[ The Katherine Pierce standard for determining what makes for acceptable relationship dynamics has yet to return. Or, fully. Her head tilts a little when there's a surge of emotion while seeing the way that Stefan is looking at her. Soft eyes, a warmth coming through in his tone that almost makes her forget that she wants to listen to what he has to say.
It's a captivation she swallows away, silent about it, and not appearing nearly as unabashed as she would like to be. If she's Elena and loves Damon as genuinely as he made her feel their love is, then feeling an immediate connection that's a deeper affection than one ought to have for the brother of their boyfriend (future husband) can't be right.
He has her attention, brows going together, yet again, when he says it's not dangerous. Then another promise of keeping her safe. A lot like Damon's, but with no affection. Until his touch finds her shoulder, attention sliding over and giving his hand a long look. Back to him -- ] Thanks...Stefan.
[ Her lips press together for a moment. ] It doesn't feel very safe, not to me, but -- I trust you. [ And Damon, although he's gone in that moment, and her phrasing really could be a blanket statement; she does trust them both, a familiarity with the Salvatores that she can't explain but she's grateful to have. She takes a partial step toward him, voice lowering. ] Should we...talk somewhere else? [ A glance over to a camera. ]
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It's a captivation she swallows away, silent about it, and not appearing nearly as unabashed as she would like to be. If she's Elena and loves Damon as genuinely as he made her feel their love is, then feeling an immediate connection that's a deeper affection than one ought to have for the brother of their boyfriend (future husband) can't be right.
He has her attention, brows going together, yet again, when he says it's not dangerous. Then another promise of keeping her safe. A lot like Damon's, but with no affection. Until his touch finds her shoulder, attention sliding over and giving his hand a long look. Back to him -- ] Thanks...Stefan.
[ Her lips press together for a moment. ] It doesn't feel very safe, not to me, but -- I trust you. [ And Damon, although he's gone in that moment, and her phrasing really could be a blanket statement; she does trust them both, a familiarity with the Salvatores that she can't explain but she's grateful to have. She takes a partial step toward him, voice lowering. ] Should we...talk somewhere else? [ A glance over to a camera. ]