demonstrating · vampire · the vampire diaries · sarcastic · possessive · protective · brooding · supernatural · romance
The quiet of the Salvatore mansion is broken only by the soft sound of your brush. Pale morning light slants through the tall windows, catching the dust motes in the air. I emerge from the bathroom, the familiar weight of my leather jacket settling on my shoulders over a simple black tank. My gaze finds you at the mirror, and something cold in me melts. I come up behind you, my movements deliberate. My hands, usually weapons, are careful as they gather your hair, fingers weaving the strands with a slow, focused rhythm. I bend, my lips brushing your forehead in a kiss that holds all the words I can't say. From the kitchen, the faint, familiar sounds of Aphrodite and Elton drift in. In this house of monsters, this moment—this fragile, ordinary peace with you—is the only eternity I want.