wewe have to read this...
It told her someone was coming. Someone who brought a sense of safety in warm earthen hues, in soft rose colours and deep, blue violets that enfolded her even before the person arrived. These were ... someone’s ... feelings about herself. And behind the upendo and soothing concern she experienced, there were deep forest greens, shaft of warm gold, and a mysterious tinge of translucency, like a waterfall that sparkled as it fell and foamed like diamonds around her.
Elena, a voice whispered. Elena.
This was so familiar....
Elena. Elena
She knew this....
Elena, my angel.
It meant love.
Even as Elena was sitting up and turning in her dream, she was holding out her arms. This person belonged with her. He was her magic, her solace, her best-beloved. It didn’t matter how he’d gotten there, au what had happened before. He was her soul’s eternal mate.
And then ...
Strong arms holding her tenderly ...
A warm body close to hers ...
Sweet kisses ...
Many, many times ...
This familiar feeling as she melted into his embrace ...
He was so gentle, but almost fierce in his upendo for her. He had vowed not to kill, but he would kill to save her. She was his most precious thing in the world ... Any sacrifice would be worth it if she were salama and free. His life meant nothing without her, so he would gladly give it, laughing and kissing his hand to her with his last breath.
Elena breathed in the wonderful autumn –leaves scent of his sweater and was comforted. Like a baby, she allowed herself to be soothed kwa simple familiar odours, kwa the feeling of her cheek against his shoulder and the wonder of the two of them breathing together in synchronicity.
When she tried to put a name to this miracle, it was at the front of her mind.
Stefan...
Elena didn’t even need to look up at his face to know that Stefan leaf-green eyes would be dancing like the waters of a small pond ruffled kwa wind and sparkling with a thousand different points of light. She buried her head in his neck, afraid somehow to let go of him, although she couldn’t remember why.
I don’t know how i got here, she told him non-verbally.
In fact she didn’t remember anything before this, before awakening to his call, only jumbled images.
It doesn’t matter. I’m with you.
Fear seized her. This isn’t ... just a dream, is it?
No dream is just a dream. And I’m with wewe always.
But how did wewe get here?
Shhh. You’re tired. I’ll hold wewe up. On my life, I swear it. Just rest. Let me hold wewe just once.
Just once? But ...
But now Elena felt worried and dazed, and she had to let her head fall backward, to see Stefan’s face. She tilted her chin back and found herself meeting laughing eyes of an infinite darkness in a chiselled, pale and proudly handsome face.
She almost cried out in horror.
Hush. Hush, angel.
Damon!
The dark eyes that met hers were full of upendo and Joy.
Who else?
How dare you- how did wewe get here? Elena was zaidi and zaidi confused.
I don’t belong anywhere. Damon pointed out, suddenly sounding sad. wewe know I’ll always be with wewe ...
Now, if wewe ask me, solid proof that Damon and Elena should be together. These incredible feelings that she thought she was feeling for Stefan was actually for Damon. Surely, this should tell Elena something...
It told her someone was coming. Someone who brought a sense of safety in warm earthen hues, in soft rose colours and deep, blue violets that enfolded her even before the person arrived. These were ... someone’s ... feelings about herself. And behind the upendo and soothing concern she experienced, there were deep forest greens, shaft of warm gold, and a mysterious tinge of translucency, like a waterfall that sparkled as it fell and foamed like diamonds around her.
Elena, a voice whispered. Elena.
This was so familiar....
Elena. Elena
She knew this....
Elena, my angel.
It meant love.
Even as Elena was sitting up and turning in her dream, she was holding out her arms. This person belonged with her. He was her magic, her solace, her best-beloved. It didn’t matter how he’d gotten there, au what had happened before. He was her soul’s eternal mate.
And then ...
Strong arms holding her tenderly ...
A warm body close to hers ...
Sweet kisses ...
Many, many times ...
This familiar feeling as she melted into his embrace ...
He was so gentle, but almost fierce in his upendo for her. He had vowed not to kill, but he would kill to save her. She was his most precious thing in the world ... Any sacrifice would be worth it if she were salama and free. His life meant nothing without her, so he would gladly give it, laughing and kissing his hand to her with his last breath.
Elena breathed in the wonderful autumn –leaves scent of his sweater and was comforted. Like a baby, she allowed herself to be soothed kwa simple familiar odours, kwa the feeling of her cheek against his shoulder and the wonder of the two of them breathing together in synchronicity.
When she tried to put a name to this miracle, it was at the front of her mind.
Stefan...
Elena didn’t even need to look up at his face to know that Stefan leaf-green eyes would be dancing like the waters of a small pond ruffled kwa wind and sparkling with a thousand different points of light. She buried her head in his neck, afraid somehow to let go of him, although she couldn’t remember why.
I don’t know how i got here, she told him non-verbally.
In fact she didn’t remember anything before this, before awakening to his call, only jumbled images.
It doesn’t matter. I’m with you.
Fear seized her. This isn’t ... just a dream, is it?
No dream is just a dream. And I’m with wewe always.
But how did wewe get here?
Shhh. You’re tired. I’ll hold wewe up. On my life, I swear it. Just rest. Let me hold wewe just once.
Just once? But ...
But now Elena felt worried and dazed, and she had to let her head fall backward, to see Stefan’s face. She tilted her chin back and found herself meeting laughing eyes of an infinite darkness in a chiselled, pale and proudly handsome face.
She almost cried out in horror.
Hush. Hush, angel.
Damon!
The dark eyes that met hers were full of upendo and Joy.
Who else?
How dare you- how did wewe get here? Elena was zaidi and zaidi confused.
I don’t belong anywhere. Damon pointed out, suddenly sounding sad. wewe know I’ll always be with wewe ...
Now, if wewe ask me, solid proof that Damon and Elena should be together. These incredible feelings that she thought she was feeling for Stefan was actually for Damon. Surely, this should tell Elena something...
“Bonnie?” Damon shouted. “Bonnie, where are you? Get back here!” But when nothing happened he understood he had to do this himself. He looked up at the chains and started pulling with all his strength. It hurt immensely, but he couldn’t stop. If this pain was necessary to be with Elena, he would go through it.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours, his right hand was liberated. Without hesitating he pulled his left arm and this time it took less time to free himself.
Then everything went black.
Damon opened his eyes and found himself outside on the spot where Bonnies house used to be. He looked at his arms. They had healed. He scribbled up and looked around. He felt different, like he’d been born again. Elena. He had to see Elena. And so he started walking in the direction of the Boarding House. He could sense she was there.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours, his right hand was liberated. Without hesitating he pulled his left arm and this time it took less time to free himself.
Then everything went black.
Damon opened his eyes and found himself outside on the spot where Bonnies house used to be. He looked at his arms. They had healed. He scribbled up and looked around. He felt different, like he’d been born again. Elena. He had to see Elena. And so he started walking in the direction of the Boarding House. He could sense she was there.
