Author's Note: This was one of two prompts that I was given that involves putting Bonnie in a beautiful gown. Unfortunately I cannot embed links on but if you are curious to see the dress I envisioned in this prompt, visit thebennettdiaries on tumblr.

A Snapshot in Time

Bonlijah: Wedding

A simple kiss seals the contract.

There is a polite clap of hands that is only bolstered by the sound of a whistle from the back row. A wolf of course. Bonnie can't help but grin, letting go of some of the tension that has loomed over this entire thing. With the formalities out of the way, everyone is no doubt looking for a hefty dose of fun.

Bonnie stays to the side watching vampire, wolf and witch congratulate the happy couple. Jackson looks over the moon and even Hayley is happier than Bonnie has seen her in a while.

Maybe this hasn't been such a foolish idea after all.

Elijah falls into place next to her in a move so swift that she can't help but jump. She swears she sees the corners of his mouth turn up and is about to give him hell. However, he speaks first and proves to be all business. "Do you think this will truly work?"

Bonnie looks from him back to the newlyweds. "I don't know," she tells him. "Maybe. I mean — marrying to keep the peace seems like a pretty archaic idea to me but…" That's the world of the supernatural right? Steeped in tradition and lore. She is still young. She is still wrapping her head around all of this. "They seem happy. Hopefully everyone else will take their lead."

She can't even wrap her head around the alternative (she only knows that far too many will die).

Elijah hums in response (he is a man of few words tonight). She is eyeing the champagne and is about to step away when he clears his throat. Clearly he still wants her attention. She stops, turning her body toward him. There is something about him that she can never quite put her finger on (but she wants to; she'll just never admit it aloud). "Have I told you that you look absolutely beautiful tonight?"

Bonnie's breath hitches in her throat. She wonders if he can tell she is blushing (who is she kidding, of course he can). She dips her head a little, to hide the pleased look on her face. "Thank you," she answers. She hadn't wanted to stand out but her fellow witches had insisted. Considering she was representing them throughout the festivities she figured she should listen. Wearing this dress felt more like a political move than anything. However, now she is more than glad that she had agreed with the covens.

He steps closer and she stands her ground. "Shall we?" He waves his hand towards the dance floor.

Bonnie glances back to note that the couple were in the midst of their first dance. Others were joining. She should too (yes, she is using obligation as an excuse to accept his offer).

It doesn't take her long to realize that he is just as calculated on the dance floor as he is everywhere else. His hands land just so,fingers barely grazing bare skin. If for even a split second she thinks he hasn't done it on purpose the look on his face tells her otherwise. She wonders, now that the imminent threat of a war is over, if she will now become the next in thing in line for him to conqueror.

She should protest the idea — but instead she looks forward to it.