12 away from half a thousand of you morons, WAT IS THIS.
; if ever the need should arise, I would be m o r e than happy to take Sage off your hands for a period.❞
…Piss off, Kol.”
please I’m very open to Damon getting killed just for him to find it out :3
-crying- well okay then. I’ll be looking forward to that. xD
Sage was just back from the otherside. She wasn’t entirely sure how Elena Gilbert did it, but the doppelganger managed to resurrect her. When Sage asked her why she brought her back, the girl said because I love Finn. Sage had blinked at that. Elena smiled and said well I don’t mean romantically. Sage had simply smiled at the girl and said in return oh no I know that but how did you and Finn become friends? Elena explained the whole situation. And with that Sage found Finn sitting on the bench. “You’re just like Elijah. getting soft spots for Gilberts. Sticking around town to make sure she’s still okay?”
He had seen someone approach from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t think much of it, it was someone who’d probably walk past him. He was wrong. His gaze moved to check what was going on and his breath hitched in his throat, his heart skipped a beat. “What?” he said not quite able to comprehend her words. She was here, how could she be standing right before him? He was dumbstruck as he got to his feet. And then it hit him. Gilbert, not allowed to leave town and he had got the feeling elena had been off doing something behind his back. It had to be this. And of course he would’ve never allowed her to mess with life and death. Something she no doubt knew and therefore kept quiet. But seeing Sage ensured that any disappointment he might’ve felt ebbed away. “You’re back” he breathed, stepping forward and pulling her into a tight hug. He just needed the reassurance she was real and no figment of his imagination.
Bryn’s head snaps up at the sound of his voice and slowly,she watches him step into the room, Her breath catching in her throat as she stares at him for several moments, blinking numerous times as if it was a dream and she was going to wake up any moment.
When he doesn’t disappear, she lets out a shaky breath and then a choked laugh, opening her mouth to say something and then falling silent again, this couldn’t be happening. She’d mourned him, her guilt at not returning sooner had been threatening to overwhelm her since she found out and now, she wasn’t sure how to react.
"Finn." She manages to croak out at last, her gaze trained to him as she hesitantly steps closer. "What? Y.. You’re dead." She furrows her eyebrows in confusion but hope shines in her eyes. She didn’t understand how it was possible, was she dreaming? she’d never known anyone to come back from the dead unless they’d turned but Finn was already dead, there was no logical explanation for this in her mind.
Hesitantly, she reaches out to gently lay her hand on his arm, needing the confirmation he was was real and pulls away as soon as she realises he was, squeezing her eyes shut briefly. “How?” She questions, opening them again and stepping backwards.
By the time she spotted him he was gawking at her just as much as she was at him. Why had she returned? Why now? It puzzled him if anything, but despite his own confusion he could only smile fondly at her. She seemed alright, that was all he needed to know for the moment. He had went too long without knowing anything and he could always yell at her later, right? He shook his head as she stated he was dead, standing very still as she reached out to touch him. It was only in that moment he realized he needed the confirmation she was truly there as well.
“Obviously I am not” he answered, trying for a light tone. He took in a breath, releasing it again slowly as he tried to find an answer to that question that wouldn’t immediately draw suspicion. There was a reason he had kept his return quiet. His gaze drifted to the floor, a frown edged on his face. “Esther. Does that tell you enough?” he asked as he slowly looked up again.
That was all he planned to say on it, he was much too curious about her. “Where did you go, Bryn? Why did you stay away?” The question rolled from his tongue before he could stop them. His tone soft but with a hint of disappointment, simply because he could not understand.
Camille didn’t really care what he said because actions spoke louder than words. That was her opinion anyways. She was concerned about what people thought of her and in turn she cared about what Finn thought about her. She might have her moments where she got worried that he disliked her but at the moment all signs led her to believe that he did like her. They were easy, friendly with each other and his tone didn’t give off that vibe that he was being malicious in any way. “I’m not worried about it,” she told him, smiling happily. She definitely did think that she would know if he didn’t like something. Finn didn’t seem to be the type that was very good at hiding things. Even if he didn’t love the s’more, he was polite. That was the thing. Well-mannered was one thing but being fake was another. Finn seemed as real as they came. She thought it was cute that he wanted to eat the marshmallows plain. Everyone had their own sort of thing. Perhaps that was his.
“Standard for most people,” she retorted. She definitely knew it wasn’t the standard for everywhere in the world but she didn’t think he was from the middle of nowhere. She always assumed that he’d have experienced the norms of America. She guessed she’d been wrong. Maybe he’d been camping and traveling to places a bit more exotic than that. She couldn’t be sure unless he told her the details though. She was a bit surprised when began to tell her one. She laughed softly as he told her about being on a boat. “Well starting a large fire in the middle of a boat would be ridiculous,” she told him simply. She popped a piece of chocolate into her mouth. “I never imagined you as the boat type. I guess, I had you pegged wrong. You did catch a decent fish for dinner though. It makes sense. Were you in the Navy or just one of those rich kids that sails along at leisure?” They were getting to know each other so everything was fair game.
He grinned, shaking his head as she tried to form a picture. It was sad actually she would never be able to get an idea of the real thing. “Just because my family has money, I’m a rich kid now, am I?” he retorted though he didn’t take any actual offense. It wasn’t how people traveled anymore, not since they learned how to build planes. He was well aware of that. “If I was an actual rich kid I would’ve simply ordered a cruise ship. It was hardly that luxurious, or even at all. It was more like.. well, hitchhiking is what you could call it. Perhaps not fun at all times, but so much more thrilling in the long run.” He smiled briefly, his gaze moving to watch the fire. Of course travel had not only been for fun, more often than not it was a necessity. They couldn’t stay still because it would be too big of a risk for Mikael to take notice and to track them down. When talking like this though, Finn only wanted to think of the good moments even if those were but a few.
The rain still came down heavy and as more thunder struck close he remained quiet and set off to make another s’more. He had already found his routine for it. When it quieted down again he looked sideways at her, still holding a marshmallow above the fire. “What about you? I am sure you have seen your fair share of places.” He was curious, not necessarily as to where she had and had not been, but to learn more about her. What brought her to where she was at now. At the same time, asking her questions was basically an invitation for her to ask questions in return. It was a fine line to walk, the things he could answer and the things he could not. He got the feeling she was familiar with the boundaries he set out and he wasn’t too worried. But that uncomfortable feeling he had gotten since they got back to the hut wasn’t one that would leave anytime soon.
If you want damon to go through life with his heart ripped out, by all means make him find out. -pets-
It seemed that Eva had taken her joking around a little too far. The original vampire was clearly not impressed with the many words rushing out of her mouth. It wasn’t as though Eva could help herself. She had Damon to thank for her snarky mouth. She rolled her eyes, unfazed by the name calling, “I’ve been called worst,” Eva commented with a mindless shrug, “Don’t tell me you’re leaving now,” Eva pretended to be hurt as she trailed after the vampire, “It was just all a ha-ha joke. You originals need to stop taking everything so seriously.”
He stopped, trailing her movements with an un-amused glare. What had she expected? That he’d stick around and listen to all that annoying babbling? Crossing his arms in front of his chest he narrowed his eyes. “Obviously I am laughing the loudest” he commented sarcastically. “Maybe I would stop taking things so seriously if you were actually nice to be around. You should consider working on that.” She really should, she wasn’t half as bad as he was making her out to be, but that damn attitude of hers. He could do with a little less of that.
Elena felt guilt. She didn’t like this. Elijah was her friend. The only Original she could call such a thing. And a mother trying to kill her own children seemed so wrong. No matter how evil they turned out. Elena changed her mind. “Finn I can’t do this. Elijah is my friend. I lied to his face and agreed to plot his murder.” She shook her head. “That’s not something I do. Elijah doesn’t deserve that. And you killing your own family?” Elena wasn’t sure what to say. “Who thinks like that. This won’t rid the world of evil. Humans can be evil too are we going to kill every bad human and their families?” She sighed. “Yes Elijah believed me. You know why he did. Because I never lie to him. I never deceive him. I honor our friendship, and sooner than later he’ll figure out I betrayed him.” She shook her head again. “I don’t want to do this anymore but I can’t take it back. I already gave your mother my blood. I am now an accessory to a friend’s murder. And I don’t feel good about it. I came this close to telling Elijah the truth.”
Finn’s expression grew colder, not a second after she had told she couldn’t do it he had moved towards the door and gently closed it. He would be lying if he hadn’t feared this, part of him thought they should’ve just found a way to erase her memory after she donated her blood. He stood as a statue, listening to every word and waiting for her to finish with her little rant. “You have to do this, Elena” he commented finally. “You agreed, there is no turning back.” It took all his concentration to remain calm, to find a way to take away her doubts instead of just getting angry. “I never implied this was anything to feel good about. It isn’t, I would start to worry if you did. If I did.” He let out a sigh, of course he didn’t want to kill his family but truth was the people they used to be had died a long time ago. He knew he had to do it, he knew his mother was right. He couldn’t allow himself to think too much in fear of it all coming crumbling down. “No one is supposed to live this long, not even Elijah.”