Italian words used:
1) Mia cara = My dear
2) Stasera sarò buono = Tonight I'll be good
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The ride there was anything but wonderful. Elena sat tense and apprehensive in the passenger's seat, while Damon drove. He looked annoyed, tired, but not worried. At least that's what she picked up.
Elena sighed, and relaxed a bit into the seat, still tense as ever though. "Why does this always happen? Can't we just live in peace without all this?"
"Guess not. Stefan always gets himself into scrapes. In fact-"
"Don't start. Not now. Please."
"Fine." He turned a corner. "But I thought he never wanted to see you again."
Elena made a noise in her throat and shrugged. "I don't know. Go figure. We all say things we don't mean. I have a feeling things won't go all sweet and sugary once we arrive but he's not going to kill me."
"Better not lay a damn hand on you." Damon murmured.
Elena shot him a look. "He wouldn't."
There was no reply. So she said, softly, "Look, Damon, neither of us is in the best of moods. I don't want a fight."
Damon glanced in the rearview mirror. "Neither do I _mia cara. Stasera sarò buono_.
She nodded.
Elena hoped they could get this over and done with soon.
1) Mia cara = My dear
2) Stasera sarò buono = Tonight I'll be good
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The ride there was anything but wonderful. Elena sat tense and apprehensive in the passenger's seat, while Damon drove. He looked annoyed, tired, but not worried. At least that's what she picked up.
Elena sighed, and relaxed a bit into the seat, still tense as ever though. "Why does this always happen? Can't we just live in peace without all this?"
"Guess not. Stefan always gets himself into scrapes. In fact-"
"Don't start. Not now. Please."
"Fine." He turned a corner. "But I thought he never wanted to see you again."
Elena made a noise in her throat and shrugged. "I don't know. Go figure. We all say things we don't mean. I have a feeling things won't go all sweet and sugary once we arrive but he's not going to kill me."
"Better not lay a damn hand on you." Damon murmured.
Elena shot him a look. "He wouldn't."
There was no reply. So she said, softly, "Look, Damon, neither of us is in the best of moods. I don't want a fight."
Damon glanced in the rearview mirror. "Neither do I _mia cara. Stasera sarò buono_.
She nodded.
Elena hoped they could get this over and done with soon.