( she was supposed to wake up years from now. elena had made peace with the fact that she was looking at five, six decades of the sleeping curse. bonnie bennett spent her entire life making sacrifices for her and her happiness; she deserved to live a long and happy life. it wasn't even a choice, in the end.
and bonnie will live a long and fulfilling life, but the dangers they have been facing put her life in peril more than once. stopped bonnie's heart long enough for elena's eyes to snap open so that they could stare into the darkness of a coffin's interior paneling, no light and no air inside.
kai was right and he was wrong: there was a loophole, but it came with unimaginable consequences.
the first face she saw upon waking was enzo st. john's. elena had no time to ask what was going on. she immediately began coughing up blood. it was everywhere: all over her dress and all over the casket. the cure was an essential ingredient to the spell, and elena's impromptu revival meant that it was taken violently from her. from all of them.
(there is always violence.)
she is no longer at a warehouse in brooklyn. tyler is no longer taking care of her because tyler is dead. bonnie -- always, always bonnie -- ensured elena would be safe, buying a bed and breakfast in upstate new york to keep her there. it's where bonnie and enzo have been hunkered down, taking care of the bell. and thank god, or they wouldn't have been there when elena's eyes opened. a tearful reunion was had, but bonnie is human. eventually, she falls sleeps.
and while bonnie sleeps, elena pours through journals written by those she loves most, breaking her heart over and over in the process. she decides hours later she has read enough, and moves back downstairs. enzo is watching over bonnie like a man devoted. it's a far cry from the person he'd been when elena last saw him.
she warms blood in the kitchen and moves soundlessly back into the living room, holding a glass out for enzo. quiet. )
( elena gilbert is hardly a far cry from the woman he knew.
in an odd way he feels he knows her better than he should, listening to bonnie's sorrowful and nostalgic voice long into dark nights and during quiet mornings telling him all about the elena gilbert she knew and loved. her best friend. her confidante. her family. the girl she would move oceans and kill for locked in a box until the day his love dies.
a part of him used to resent this. unwillingly, inescapably, he resented that elena would prevent any chance of an eternity with the woman he loves.
now, in the midst of all this heartache and mess, he's glad to see a smile on bonnie's face. that weight of responsibility and pain lifted from her shoulders. carrying the knowledge within her heart: she has her best friend back. she has her life, her choices, her freedom to live without guilt back. it's all he could have ever wanted for her.
enzo smooths the hair behind her ear and lets his fingertips get lost in the tresses. he doesn't look up from the vision of her peaceful slumber as elena approaches him, quietly offering him a glass. he breathes in a breath and lets it out. for now they are safe and his girl is happy.
he pulls away to flick his eyes to elena and to accept her offering. in a low burr of a whisper, he says, ) I suppose a welcome back into the land of the not-quite living is in order. ( the sarcasm is without bite. he cheers to her. )
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S8 AU.
and bonnie will live a long and fulfilling life, but the dangers they have been facing put her life in peril more than once. stopped bonnie's heart long enough for elena's eyes to snap open so that they could stare into the darkness of a coffin's interior paneling, no light and no air inside.
kai was right and he was wrong: there was a loophole, but it came with unimaginable consequences.
the first face she saw upon waking was enzo st. john's. elena had no time to ask what was going on. she immediately began coughing up blood. it was everywhere: all over her dress and all over the casket. the cure was an essential ingredient to the spell, and elena's impromptu revival meant that it was taken violently from her. from all of them.
(there is always violence.)
she is no longer at a warehouse in brooklyn. tyler is no longer taking care of her because tyler is dead. bonnie -- always, always bonnie -- ensured elena would be safe, buying a bed and breakfast in upstate new york to keep her there. it's where bonnie and enzo have been hunkered down, taking care of the bell. and thank god, or they wouldn't have been there when elena's eyes opened. a tearful reunion was had, but bonnie is human. eventually, she falls sleeps.
and while bonnie sleeps, elena pours through journals written by those she loves most, breaking her heart over and over in the process. she decides hours later she has read enough, and moves back downstairs. enzo is watching over bonnie like a man devoted. it's a far cry from the person he'd been when elena last saw him.
she warms blood in the kitchen and moves soundlessly back into the living room, holding a glass out for enzo. quiet. )
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in an odd way he feels he knows her better than he should, listening to bonnie's sorrowful and nostalgic voice long into dark nights and during quiet mornings telling him all about the elena gilbert she knew and loved. her best friend. her confidante. her family. the girl she would move oceans and kill for locked in a box until the day his love dies.
a part of him used to resent this. unwillingly, inescapably, he resented that elena would prevent any chance of an eternity with the woman he loves.
now, in the midst of all this heartache and mess, he's glad to see a smile on bonnie's face. that weight of responsibility and pain lifted from her shoulders. carrying the knowledge within her heart: she has her best friend back. she has her life, her choices, her freedom to live without guilt back. it's all he could have ever wanted for her.
enzo smooths the hair behind her ear and lets his fingertips get lost in the tresses. he doesn't look up from the vision of her peaceful slumber as elena approaches him, quietly offering him a glass. he breathes in a breath and lets it out. for now they are safe and his girl is happy.
he pulls away to flick his eyes to elena and to accept her offering. in a low burr of a whisper, he says, ) I suppose a welcome back into the land of the not-quite living is in order. ( the sarcasm is without bite. he cheers to her. )