[ Cats. Dogs. Do they care about helping animal shelters as much as about helping the public's general healthcare needs?
Later, when she realizes she didn't connect with the meaning of the metaphor, how clear it is (cats), she'll be agitated over it. How sneaky they thought (no, actually were) they were being: she doesn't like being fooled. No matter at the moment, short on as memories as she is.
Watching Damon as he speaks, she hears a crystal quality in his voice that causes her to shine with relief. Maybe it's not that he's on her side, but on the side of what he thinks is correct: she can't yet know the intricacies of each of the Salvatore's personalities. She takes his smile as a return of his affection of her, Elena; nodding at the answer to her question, watching him when he really gets into the brunt of it.
The story makes her lips part, mouth opening slowly throughout the it. Listening to the facts that resonate with a tone that makes her believe that Damon is telling the truth. It's wild to hear, all the same. What does 'greatly resembles' amount to? Her jaw that's hanging almost snaps shut when he says that word. Vampire. No, it's a figure of speech. Emotional vampire.
Then. That name. The details associated with how little they actually think of Katherine blending in.
Her eyes expand, heart racing, eyes shutting as her head shakes. She certainly knows that name too. Okay, there's no hiding her initial reaction to it; maybe they won't be able to tell? Impulsively, she steps over to bring herself closer to Damon, at his front, reaching for his hand. ] I am scared. And I'm Elena. [ It's not smart to push at it when he's already confident that she's not Katherine, yet she's twisted all about and centering on the one idea in the web before her. She should be, therefore is, Elena. Still, the picture being painted here is not one that matches with her warped logic or her favor, and since there absolutely seems to be two different girls in question here...
Her teeth grind together a little, face angled to Damon, working to make eye contact. She goes on with traces of impatience in her voice. ] Someone must've messed with my head... [ Obviously, and it's as close as she's coming to admitting that she knows she's Katherine. A statement thrown out haphazardly, purely because of how confused she is and thinking there's a chance they could help her out of that.
They do not like Katherine do they, and what if she isn't actually Katherine? What if she's correct about her mind being screwed around with -- why else would both names be so firmly etched into her mind? Willfully posing as Elena to get what she wants? Hasn't come crashing back in, and won't, anytime soon. So, confusion. ] I can't prove it when I can't remember anything else. [ To which she glances over at Stefan, cautiously. ] Maybe I'll remember more the longer I'm around you [ the both of them. Or, maybe there are key items to prove who she really is, waiting to be recollected, from a sheriff she simply doesn't trust. Maybe. ]
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Later, when she realizes she didn't connect with the meaning of the metaphor, how clear it is (cats), she'll be agitated over it. How sneaky they thought (no, actually were) they were being: she doesn't like being fooled. No matter at the moment, short on as memories as she is.
Watching Damon as he speaks, she hears a crystal quality in his voice that causes her to shine with relief. Maybe it's not that he's on her side, but on the side of what he thinks is correct: she can't yet know the intricacies of each of the Salvatore's personalities. She takes his smile as a return of his affection of her, Elena; nodding at the answer to her question, watching him when he really gets into the brunt of it.
The story makes her lips part, mouth opening slowly throughout the it. Listening to the facts that resonate with a tone that makes her believe that Damon is telling the truth. It's wild to hear, all the same. What does 'greatly resembles' amount to? Her jaw that's hanging almost snaps shut when he says that word. Vampire. No, it's a figure of speech. Emotional vampire.
Then. That name. The details associated with how little they actually think of Katherine blending in.
Her eyes expand, heart racing, eyes shutting as her head shakes. She certainly knows that name too. Okay, there's no hiding her initial reaction to it; maybe they won't be able to tell? Impulsively, she steps over to bring herself closer to Damon, at his front, reaching for his hand. ] I am scared. And I'm Elena. [ It's not smart to push at it when he's already confident that she's not Katherine, yet she's twisted all about and centering on the one idea in the web before her. She should be, therefore is, Elena. Still, the picture being painted here is not one that matches with her warped logic or her favor, and since there absolutely seems to be two different girls in question here...
Her teeth grind together a little, face angled to Damon, working to make eye contact. She goes on with traces of impatience in her voice. ] Someone must've messed with my head... [ Obviously, and it's as close as she's coming to admitting that she knows she's Katherine. A statement thrown out haphazardly, purely because of how confused she is and thinking there's a chance they could help her out of that.
They do not like Katherine do they, and what if she isn't actually Katherine? What if she's correct about her mind being screwed around with -- why else would both names be so firmly etched into her mind? Willfully posing as Elena to get what she wants? Hasn't come crashing back in, and won't, anytime soon. So, confusion. ] I can't prove it when I can't remember anything else. [ To which she glances over at Stefan, cautiously. ] Maybe I'll remember more the longer I'm around you [ the both of them. Or, maybe there are key items to prove who she really is, waiting to be recollected, from a sheriff she simply doesn't trust. Maybe. ]