We’re kind of right for each other.
#i think he really wasn’t expecting her to say that#she surprises him constantly#with her persistence and her willpower and her intelligence#emotional and otherwise#the way she can negotiate her relationship with him#figure it out with him as they go along#she did it with jenna too - they don’t know exactly how to be parents to her#but she helps them learn how#because she knows what it’s like to adapt; to step into that role#and because she’s elena gilbert and she somehow can read every emotional situation ever (elenastan)
- elena & alaric; a secret love affair requested by anon
Lyrics meme | daenerys-clarke asked:
-> Elena and Alaric, I Should Go by Levi Kreis
It’s so hard
Keeping my composure
And pretend I don’t see how
Your body curves beneath your clothes
INSPIRATION: “EET” REGINA SPEKTOR
The first time their lips met was a difficult night for them both. Elena hadn’t spoken to Bonnie in days and had spent much of them worrying about her best friend. She worried that Bonnie was hurting, how she was handling the situation and how her mother was doing. Elena wondered how Abby was handling her transition and how difficult things were for her. All of it weighed on her and, despite the constant urge to pick up the phone or show up on Bonnie’s doorstep, she stayed away. It was what Bonnie wanted and so it was what she would do.
Alaric had just found out that he was responsible for multiple murders because of a ring that had saved his life on many occasions, a ring that Elena had urged him to keep. It weighed on both of their consciences.
As usual, Ric turned to alcohol. The bottle had become his refuge when things got hard, a way to dampen the pain, and Elena didn’t want to take that away from him. Not until the third night of coming home to him drunk did she say anything.
“Again, Ric?” The tone of her voice was gentle. Elena had no right to judge him, but she did want to help. That meant picking up the fast food remains and tossing them in the trash, getting him a class of ice water while she was in the kitchen.
When she came back to the living room he was in the same spot on the couch, head leaned back and eyes shut with his fingers loosely curled around the neck of the bottle. It pained Elena to see him like this, drowning his sorrow and so lost in his pain. Alaric had lost so much, but he’d always clung to his ability to help. Hunting evil had lead him to a new family, a new home, and now he thought he was the evil. Elena knew better, she’d known better for a while.
Alaric was no father figure. No one could replace her father, not even her biological one. Ric was different. He’d come into their lives when they needed each other and he’d been a shred of humanity that she clung to. When that had developed into more, she wasn’t sure what to do. How cliché, the student hot for teacher. That wasn’t everything, though. Elena cared for him in a way that had her chest aching and her eyes softening as she joined him on the sofa. Her weight on the cushions had his eyes blinking open, taking longer than normal to focus on her face before he smiled. She missed his real smile, the one that was real and not dulled by whiskey.
“Hey, Elena. You came home?” The unspoken question was obvious. ‘You came home to a killer?’
“Of course I did, just so I could clean up after you,” she replied sarcastically, leaning over him and pulling the bottle from his fingers. Ric didn’t even protest when she sat it on the table and replaced it with the glass of water in his hand. “Drink some of that.”
With a little difficulty he slid forward, positioning himself on the edge of the couch as he raised the glass to his lips. Three gulps before it was placed on the table as well. Alaric braced his elbows on his knees, hanging his head and closing his eyes. They both sat in silence for minutes that felt like hours.
“You shouldn’t have come home, Elena. I could hurt you.” His voice sounded like there was sandpaper lodged in his throat and Elena felt the pain in her chest sharpen. This was what a broken man looked like.
“You won’t hurt me, Ric.”
“But how can you be sure? I’ve killed people, Elena. I couldn’t… I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.” Suddenly his head was turned and his eyes were locked on her with a clarity that saw through any drunken haze, a clarity that was filled with fear and self-loathing. Elena reached out, partially on instinct and partially because she couldn’t stand to see him that way.
“You won’t hurt me,” she said, the palm of her hand smoothing over his hair, just as she had multiple times before when the ring that now drove him mad had revived him. In that moment she knew that how she felt was obvious, that how much faith she had in him, how much she cared about him, was clear in her face. Alaric’s eyes searched her features and he swallowed, not pulling away from her touch even when his jaw tightened.
“We’re family, and family doesn’t give up. I’m not giving up on you,” Elena said fiercely, scooting closer to him and leaving her palm against the back of his neck. This was what he needed, someone in his corner who believed in him and Elena knew that she had enough strength for the both of them. “I love you, Ric.” To anyone else the words might have sounded casual after her mention of family, like he was her father or something else relatively innocent. They knew better.
“I don’t know if I remember how to love, Elena,” came Alaric’s broken response, voice cracking as he turned his face away from her in shame. Never had so much pain been contained in one sentence and her name. He didn’t know if he remembered how to love, or if he could love her.
Elena moved even closer, her knee pressing against his through their jeans, and she used the hand on his neck to turn his head back toward her. When their eyes locked, her expression was open and full of love, full of forgiveness, and entirely unwavering. It called to something in Alaric that he had thought was long buried.
“Then let me remind you,” she whispered before lightly pressing her lips to his. In that one kiss neither of them noticed the alcohol he’d consumed or the strawberry of her lip balm, all that either of them tasted was hope.