So yah, because I love writing Ariana. And we all know her reaction to Damon going off to war would've been explosive Enjoy.
"You're going to war." Ariana keeps hearing the hated sentence ricochet through her mind. Damon, going to war? That wasn't possible. But it was. She buried her face further into her knees, feeling the ruffles of her dress tickle her cheeks. "Ari..." She hears a gentle whisper, and a familiar hand is placed on her back, between her shoulder blades. "It'll be okay. I promise." The voice that she knows so well continues faintly. She senses rather than sees him sit next to her on the ground, and she is pulled into his arms in a gesture that is so well known.
"Dai, you can't know that." Because of course it's Damon. Who else? It's always been Damon, and it always will be Damon. For twenty-two years she's been relying on Damon, and the situation is the same from his perspective. They took their first steps together. They said their first words to each other. Their first nightmares were banished by the other's desperate arms in the dark room as they both panted for breath. They've each felt the other's cool hand and heard the reassuring whisper when they were sick. Their mother's death was only survived by one comforting the other when it became too much. They've gone through every hardship together... but now Ariana stands powerless as Damon risks himself for a cause that he doesn't believe in.
And she hates it.
Her sobs redouble and she clings to him, feeling his tears drop down into her hair. "Shhh... Shhh..." He murmurs, repeating it over and over as if it will help. The world is too quiet, the only things Ariana hears are her brother's voice and her own shaky breathing. When she finally calms, she hears the murmuring stop. "You know I have to do this. I don't have a choice." Damon whispers.
"I know." Ariana states. "I know, and I hate it." Her head rests on Damon's chest. And then she takes a deep breath. "There's only one reason I'll go along with this. Otherwise, you know I'd fight tooth-and-nail." Her hands clench into fists. I shouldn't let him go, he hates fighting... and he gets into all sorts of trouble without me. She forces herself to be calm, knowing that throwing a fit won't help. Damon would still go off to war, and she would still be left at home feeling like her heart's been ripped asunder. She lifts her head to stare her twin in the eye. "I'm only going along with this... because I know you'll come back."
Review! Oh, and I'm thinking of writing a trilogy that puts Ariana into the entire show, ALL THREE SEASONS! Good idea?