Pinned tweet? Wtf is that? Say my name? Oh, you already know my name, otherwise you wouldn't 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. I'm the 𝐟𝐮𝐧 brother. ♡ + ⟳

+ feet still rooted to the porch?

+ garner favor - or even an inkling to stay - he was going to do it. A singular knock on the door is all he does, not focusing on the sounds that could be inside, not caring to know if she was home. He'd be gone faster than she could open the door anyway... but why were his +

+ has all the sweet items within its shabby exterior that impulse had made him buy. Sure, he could have given it to whatever flavor of the week he happened across today, and @SEDULOUSBEAUTY would never be any the wiser, but if there was a chance, even the smallest hope he could +

+ out his frustrations from full cheeks, right between his lips. He was going to do it... he just wasn't going to be there to see her reaction when he did. The journey to her place is automatic, seeming to take no time at all, and the cardboard box he leaves on her front stoop+

+ she touted wanting to follow that led her away from him and all the problems that came with him, and his family. He promised he'd let her go, but as his palm opened to find the simple gold bracelet with the E engaved in the center face of a just as simple heart, he sighed +

+ The reality was, he wasn't. @SEDULOUSBEAUTY had already made up her mind. No Salvatores. No Stefan, the Good Brother. No Damon, the Bad Brother. No more choosing, no more drama - supernatural or otherwise. But he couldn't stop himself. She hadn't left yet, that new life +

He'd been rehearsing what to say, pacing the living room with a glass in hand, debating the merits of keeping the raucous feelings inside, and the gift he'd bought on impulse (now likely 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 into his palm with the grip had on it) to himself. What was he thinking? +

What can I say, I know my audience~.

Any exchange with @MyFathersTemper or @RipperWhisperer.

+ attempt conjured on his handsome features.

+ "𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 you." He's drifting back to true casually, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, eyeing her with a mild intensity in his ice blues. "Come ooon Bekah, I can a good boy. Better when I'm a bad one," his tone lilts lighter, playful, and gently persuasive to match the puppy face +

+ painted on by the brush of her gold locks when she rounds on him. "What can I say, I know what a woman likes." Pushing the boundaries of proximity with her more directly, he leans in like a kiss is his to take, only to repeat the taunt of his breath across her lips. +

She's transparent as glass, and just as sharp, especially when broken. He knows better than to push her that far, but that doesn't always translate in a moment. Today, however, he's on 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 behavior—for him anyway. The smile he has settled on his lips is practically +

Deplorable? Interesting way to say 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, but I'll take it. [Leans in conspiratorally over her right shoulder, to whisper just close enough his breath teases her skin.] And the fact you're saying my eyes don't hold power over you, suggests to me they 𝙙𝙤.

Kinky. I had no idea you were a rope bunny... [Pause.] —of sorts. [Smirks.] Learn something new every day.

Soundin' to me like you wanna make some new memories.

You're hotter when you're savage.

Why am I not celebrating this year? ⇩ ⇩ ⇩ 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. — @MiseryByDesign

And you wanted to tear mine out, so. . .

@MiseryByDesign