lifting her hand to the right side of her neck, she feels blood coat her fingertips. the tear of her skin aches. thankfully, the forest is cold enough to distract her from the throb of her torn and slowly mending skin.
snow clings to her long hair and her clothing, and elena stumbles in the thick of it. she's hardly wearing the right shoes for this, but that hardly matters. she'll find her way out of the forest—it doesn't look like the woods of mystic falls.
she's not home. she knows that. but that doesn't stop her from letting out a frustrated, thick and guttural scream from deep within her throat. wiping the frustrated and angry tears from the corners of her eyes, elena's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. ]
Okay, Elena. It's just a forest… with a lot of snow. You've got this.
[ she knows she doesn't have it, but a little cheerleading has never gone astray for her before.
sucking in a breath, she holds it deep within her chest and tells herself she's not afraid. she's not afraid of the big bad wolf and she's hardly afraid of an unknown forest thickly coated in snow.
when she falls, she gets back up, her jeans covered in snow and her hands feeling like ice. tucking her hands into her sides, elena trudges on. nothing will stop her from getting home. she falls a few times, her legs tired, her entire body aching. all she wants to do is sleep, but she keeps pushing herself onwards and upwards. she's elena gilbert. she'll get through this. she'll get out of this forest and into someplace warm and she'll be fine.
except, you know, the thick snow and not knowing where her left and right totally makes her nowhere close to being fine.
when she spies a shadow or silhouette in the distance, her heart spikes and her hope flares with it. ] Hey! Hey! [ she does her best to run after the figure in the thick snow, arms tucked around her sides to stop herself from being overcome with her shivering. ]
BODIES WITHOUT SOULS.
[ her mom used to tell her that a lot can be learned about a town from a bookstore. elena has always enjoyed disappearing between the shelves, running her fingers along the spines of different stories. she had always wanted to pull every book off the shelf and hold it in her arms so all those stories could one day be hers.
benedict books is nothing like the bookstores she's seen in virginia. it doesn't appear to be a multiverse tucked away into the corner of a universe waiting for someone like her to explore it. it's a touch disappointing in size, but that doesn't mean there isn't a lot to learn.
wiping her hand against the dusty surfaces, elena peers at the portrait in the hopes it'll reveal its secrets (or speak to her—literally) and she tries to glean some familiarity from the titles along the bookshelves. they're neat and well-sorted, and she's afraid to even dust them off in case she disturbs them. ]
Open up.
[ shouldering her way to the office door, it's difficult to nudge it open. she grits her teeth and pushes against it with all her might, and when it seems to give (either beneath her improved strength or out of pity), she doesn't hesitate to slip inside.
pressing her ear against the safe, she tries her best to slowly turn the dial. elena is absolutely no safe expert—she hardly knows how to set a code—but that doesn't mean she won't try. tongue poking out from between her lips, she concentrates as hard as she can… so hard that she may not hear whoever might be in the bookstore or trying to wedge that stubborn door of the office wide open. ]
WILDCARD/ OOC.
[ Feel free to hit me up with anything! I'll match prose or action spam. Elena is from 2x21 (please don't spoil her beyond that point). ]
elena gilbert | the vampire diaries
[ she's dead.
lifting her hand to the right side of her neck, she feels blood coat her fingertips. the tear of her skin aches. thankfully, the forest is cold enough to distract her from the throb of her torn and slowly mending skin.
snow clings to her long hair and her clothing, and elena stumbles in the thick of it. she's hardly wearing the right shoes for this, but that hardly matters. she'll find her way out of the forest—it doesn't look like the woods of mystic falls.
she's not home. she knows that. but that doesn't stop her from letting out a frustrated, thick and guttural scream from deep within her throat. wiping the frustrated and angry tears from the corners of her eyes, elena's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. ]
Okay, Elena. It's just a forest… with a lot of snow. You've got this.
[ she knows she doesn't have it, but a little cheerleading has never gone astray for her before.
sucking in a breath, she holds it deep within her chest and tells herself she's not afraid. she's not afraid of the big bad wolf and she's hardly afraid of an unknown forest thickly coated in snow.
when she falls, she gets back up, her jeans covered in snow and her hands feeling like ice. tucking her hands into her sides, elena trudges on. nothing will stop her from getting home. she falls a few times, her legs tired, her entire body aching. all she wants to do is sleep, but she keeps pushing herself onwards and upwards. she's elena gilbert. she'll get through this. she'll get out of this forest and into someplace warm and she'll be fine.
except, you know, the thick snow and not knowing where her left and right totally makes her nowhere close to being fine.
when she spies a shadow or silhouette in the distance, her heart spikes and her hope flares with it. ] Hey! Hey! [ she does her best to run after the figure in the thick snow, arms tucked around her sides to stop herself from being overcome with her shivering. ]
BODIES WITHOUT SOULS.
[ her mom used to tell her that a lot can be learned about a town from a bookstore. elena has always enjoyed disappearing between the shelves, running her fingers along the spines of different stories. she had always wanted to pull every book off the shelf and hold it in her arms so all those stories could one day be hers.
benedict books is nothing like the bookstores she's seen in virginia. it doesn't appear to be a multiverse tucked away into the corner of a universe waiting for someone like her to explore it. it's a touch disappointing in size, but that doesn't mean there isn't a lot to learn.
wiping her hand against the dusty surfaces, elena peers at the portrait in the hopes it'll reveal its secrets (or speak to her—literally) and she tries to glean some familiarity from the titles along the bookshelves. they're neat and well-sorted, and she's afraid to even dust them off in case she disturbs them. ]
Open up.
[ shouldering her way to the office door, it's difficult to nudge it open. she grits her teeth and pushes against it with all her might, and when it seems to give (either beneath her improved strength or out of pity), she doesn't hesitate to slip inside.
pressing her ear against the safe, she tries her best to slowly turn the dial. elena is absolutely no safe expert—she hardly knows how to set a code—but that doesn't mean she won't try. tongue poking out from between her lips, she concentrates as hard as she can… so hard that she may not hear whoever might be in the bookstore or trying to wedge that stubborn door of the office wide open. ]
WILDCARD/ OOC.
[ Feel free to hit me up with anything! I'll match prose or action spam. Elena is from 2x21 (please don't spoil her beyond that point). ]