( AN OPEN POST #2 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

you know the drill. pick your poison (not entirely limited to those listed). reply with a prompt in the form of a post, photo, song, text, voicemail, whatever your heart desires & receive a response. simple, right? right.

 
 
 

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yolo fight me about it

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backtag is my middle name tbh gimme

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[ They're very young, the first time they meet. They come up together, grow up knowing nothing but each others' company. (They need each other, for a long while.) Looking back, Stefan's not sure when things had started to change. Sometimes — when he feels resentful or petty — he thinks it had always been the case, that the disconnect had always existed. But it's not true (it eats away at him), and for all that he wants things to return to their previous balance, does that come before climbing his way further up the metaphorical ladder?

It's a question that's easier to ignore in the small hours of the morning (and it's these moments that twist a knife into his gut, later, when things really start to fall apart). Still firmly enough in the grasp of sleep that there's no pretense of the people they turn into under press lights and cameras, as sweet on each other as they've ever been. It's not a performance, in other words — there's nobody watching them.

He blinks slowly at her touch, a beat passing before his gaze focuses on her features. One of his arms is still wrapped about her shoulders, and he pulls her a little closer as he smiles, the expression as unguarded as it ever is. ]

Or early, depending on how you want to look at it.

[ He squints a little against the light that filters in through the curtains, raising his other hand to shield his eyes. ]

You sleep alright?