A/N: Enjoy!
take it all now, my dear – K's Choice, "Killing Dragons"
His kisses bring her to her knees with passion; she promises to always let him back into her life (he doesn't even have to ask). Stefan watches silently from the porch, resignation radiating from his very bones. Damon leaves her in a kneeling position on the hard winter ground, a hand to her head in farewell—a heavy warm welcome weight—and a swift unfeeling kiss. A rush of wind, and he's gone (again). She gathers herself like always, forces herself up the steps.
Stefan leans back, sighing, and she joins him on the porch swing of their newest home. "Elena will be back soon," he says, wedding ring shining in soft gray fading dusk-light.
Her empty eyes (she doesn't have enough left in her to cry anymore, she's too used to this) fade, lose some more life and color in the twilight. She is silent, like she always is after Damon leaves. (He takes that much out of her—she offers that much, and more, willingly. She's his babydoll once more.)
"One day, he'll take too much from you," Stefan sighs, and leaves. She knows. But it's a cycle that's meant to last forever.
(Maybe he already has anyway.)
they should have warned you – Band of Horses, "No One's Ever Gonna Love You"
OR, in which Caroline freaks out while crying on Damon in "Brave New World"
"You should have warned me!" she rages, sobbing into his shoulder. There's a body behind her, and the carnival looks goddamn awful, and there's a nurse somewhere with a bloody butterfly bandage on her throat telling people about her kinky husband.
"I know," he says, soothing her with a heavy hand to her back, and her hair is in her face and she feels messy with all this blood in her mouth and on her jaw. "I know.
"Sometimes we don't get a warning, Blondie," he says, and that's when he tries to put a stake in her back.
Asshole.
A/N: I hope you liked it!
