“You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found.
I'll take you there, you'd said.
And I could say that I agreed.”
If you knew what other blog I owned then you’d fully understand my inactivity. Trust me. Truuuuuuuuuust me. On a dampening note, my friends will know that I’m still recovering from stuff&thangs, but I promise I’ll be more active in the following days.
“You look eerily familiar—” Rose mused aloud. It wasn’t Elena Gilbert, was it? No. They didn’t have her signature vervain necklace dangling from their neck that Stefan abided by nor that irritating smirk Katrina wore. In fact, she didn’t associate their presence with either doppelganger.
Maybe minutes, maybe hours. She didn’t know how long her gaze had been drawn to the array of trees in thought. No Trevor. No Slater. No Katerina. The trudging footsteps throughout the Salvatore residence could be easily heard and just as easily identifiable— Elena Gilbert. However, Rose only cantered her head to acknowledge the doppelganger when she heard they entered the doorway. Her voice -with its timbre of precise annunciation- no longer echoed, but barely left her lips.
“Damon and Stefan are out. They shouldn’t be long." Babysitting duty.
Eva half expected Rose to give her some lecture on how careless it was for her to lace Damon’s drink with vervain. After all, anyone could have drunken that wine bottle and it would be on Eva. But instead? The vampire was smiling. This took Eva by surprise, and for a moment she wasn’t sure if she had heard or seen correctly. After a few seconds, Eva returned the favor - only she grinned smugly. The question regarding Damon sparked an irritation in Eva - she quickly got a hold of her expression before she rolled her eyes.
“I don’t know,” Eva answered honestly with a small shrug of her shoulders, “And to be honest, I don’t care. The less time Damon spends around here, the better it is for me,” She didn’t expect Rose to understand. After all, she wasn’t the one who lost her father to a crazed psychopath. Eva did a double look at Rose, confused by the offer “Are you sure you want me coming?” Eva furrowed her eyebrows. A drink with Damon, Rose and Stefan? That ought to be interesting to see, “I mean, Damon and I don’t exactly get along. I wouldn’t want to ruin your night with my bites of sarcasm and constant attempts to poison my beloved uncle.”
Rose cocked her head in utmost amusement. One slender leg crossed the other as she nuzzled against the sofa expecting to be here for a fair amount of time. Truth be told, since Trevor’s and Slater's departure, she had been craving something other than a special friend— a plain old friend. And Eva seemed like the perfect candidate to fill the vacancy. But first and foremost, there was the dreadful idea of gathering the family together for a semblance of normal. Yes. Whatever the definition of four supernaturals going for a drink was defined as.
An elegant eyebrow quirked at Eva’s half-hearted attempt to deny the offer. “I’ll just be idle chit-chat. Don’t worry about Damon. I’ll make sure he doesn’t be so— himself around you.” There was no denting that he was a bitter concoction of sarcasm, inappropriate comments, and that signature eyebrow wiggle everyone seemed to despise. However, to Rose, she wouldn’t dare change a thing about the self-proclaimed noxious vampire. She was rather fond of his personality, albeit one that seemed to grate on most people. “I promise that if he dares provoke you I’ll have him in a headlock before he knows what hit him.” The impish grin she wore still remained, snorting incredulously, “older equals stronger, remember?
Works both ways. I could always drag you and the Salvatores.”
The sound of a voice filling her ears was more than enough to snap Eva out of her train of thoughts and back into reality. She muttered a soft hmm? as she turned around to face the vampire that was currently glancing at the wine bottle. She would have left the vampire to be, however that thought vanished immediately as soon as Eva recalled what she did to the alcohol beverage.
“I don’t think that’s a wise choice,” Eva commented suddenly, the corners of her lips tugged upwards into a small apologetic smile, “That drink is meant to be for Damon, and I sort of laced it with vervain,” An awkward laugh escaped her lips, “But if you really want a drink you could raid Stefan’s alcohol collection?”
"You laced it with vervain, eh? I should have known.I didn’t pin Damon for being much of a wine fanatic.“ A mischievous curl of Rose’s lips as she brought the bottle up to her nose, taking a sniff before a slight snort of a laugh followed. "Let’s pretend I know nothing about this, shall we?” Her fingers made easy work of prising the top back on, placing it down where she found it without indication anyone had tampered with the prized possession.
“Talking of the Devil. Do you have any clue when he’ll be back?” She took to the couch as her slender frame perched on the end. “I promised him a drink or two. Well, it is Damon, so it will probably in the double numbers and involve Bourbon. You and Stefan can hop along if you want. My treat.” Her tone then lowered into a mere whisper, the smile still intact, “just no vervain in my drink.”
