The Noble Martyr

Gosh Stefan. You can’t just ask someone why they’re in love with you

He's an idiot. He literally lacks so much tact when it comes to relationships.

ships in which someone speaks English as a second language (◡‿◡✿)

ships where that someone slips into foreign swearing when upset (◕‿◕✿)

ships where that someone moans out foreign endearments when they’re with their lovers (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

SHIPS WITH BILINGUAL LOVERS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧

" You shouldn’t , I dislike fakers"

"... Are you alright, Rebekah?"

"So leaving me behind and walking away from me is what you have to do?"

"I have to move on. It's what's best for me, what's best for everyone."

"Hey, can’t blame a girl for trying." Her smile was a mixture of innocent and amused, shoulders lifting in a shrug to accompany. "So, what other talents do you have?"

"Mm I think I can. I blame you, Aria.” Stefan chuckled again as his lips pursed and then parted. “Cooking. I cook.”

        “And you think we’d stop being surprised that everyone is this way even if they are too stubborn or proud to admit it. If we all admitted we are flawed, we would get by so much easier. Rather than some acting as if they have no flaws and it bites them in the butt later on.”

       She understood what he was saying. And having a coversation with someone that was deep, was refreshing to her. She didn’t want alot of meaningless interactions. Sometimes the ones that make you think, were the ones you wanted to remember the most. Those were the things she longed for, the things that left an impact.

       ”Way down deep huh? Is that your way of saying that you love him but you don’t like him? I know with sibling relationships we have those times where we want to just..ignore them. Or maybe we want to push them away because of how much they can grate on our nerves. But I know..no matter how much Jeremy makes me want to beat him with a pillow, I would die for him. No questions asked.’

       For a moment she wondered if she’d imagined his smile brighten. But she noticed it change just a bit. And if she could have made him smile more then she was happy about that.

          “Sounds great.”

        "Exactly. I like the way you think. If people accepted their flaws, worked at them, turned them to strengths, life would be easier, but... I don't think life was ever made to be easy otherwise what's the point of living. You can't know how great something is if you never knew the bad. To know being happy, you have to know being sad. et cetera, et cetera."

        Maybe he was speaking deeper than one usually does with someone they just met, but he didn't care. She seemed to like it, and it was part of being him. He tried to think as best as he can, to accept people's flaws, but know they're there. Of course his brother was an outlying case, same with Katherine, but he did what he could.

        "Yeah, pretty much," he chuckled and nodded before going on, "yeah, I would for Damon, too, you're right on that. However, you don't have to meet him, and you probably shouldn't. He's not always the best person to be around."

        Putting out his arm, he offered it to her, wanting nothing more than to escort her to the building and have her a bit closer. Yet not in a way that would be possibly too much since they were just meeting.

        "Then let's go."

       ”Stefan!”

He knew in a moment she'd be berating him, but he was just happy to have this one moment to let him know she wants him there, even if she will yell at him later. After all, he deserved it.

"Leave? See, now that’s way too easy, baby bro. I think I’ll stick around for awhile.”

"I think you've already made things difficult enough."

"You…you heard me, Stefan."

"But why?"

"Ah. I see you’ve invited yourself in. In that case, how can I help you, person-who-can’t-knock?"

"It's my house, too, brother. Thanks for asking."

   ░▒ ❦ ₯ ❦ ▒░

             ————-ஐ*.:｡ ❝ right — well — sorry for thinking                                          you were talking to me, i guess? ❞                   her eyebrow raised with surprise, but none                   the less, she nodded with caution.                              ❝ davina. is there something i can help you with? ❞        she only asks, because, well, usually people        only talk to her if they do want something from        her. davina figured she would just cut to the        chase.

                             ❝ it's fine. Not a big deal at all.❞

                  his own brow raised and furrowed,                   confused at her reaction to his name.

                             ❝uh possibly, i'm supposed to track                                 down an old... 'friend.' handle some                                 business. make a deal.., of sorts. ❞

                  he hadn't set out to find her, just                   set out to find Klaus, and if he was                   here, people would know. so why not                   ask?

❝Whatever. ─Either way, the answer’s no. I’m sure you can find such company, elsewhere.❞

❝Fine. I will. Goodbye, Rebekah.❞

"I’ve accepted it a long time ago—but being fat was not apart of the acceptance deal.."

"You're not fat. There's a difference between having a baby wrapped up there and having fat." He cupped her face carefully. "You're beautiful and I love you."

(via popedirtynacho)