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Stefan Salvatore ([personal profile] somanyadjectives) wrote2014-03-23 12:17 pm

fifty shades of stefan } { don't believe the lights are shining, any place but there [1904]

[Continued from here.]

Ten years, as promised, and Stefan doesn't forget. Evening of the first night of the World's Fair has him standing on the bridge facing the statue of Saint Louis, hearing the faint sounds of revelry in the distance. There is so much he wants to do and see, but a promise is a promise, and he isn't going to abandon his date for the evening.

Provided, of course, that she remembers and elects to attend, but that's another matter entirely. For however long it takes, he will wait.

The past decade hasn't been a particularly easy one. The absence of his brother is starting to weigh on him, and while he wishes he knew where Damon is or what he is doing, he also knows that Damon promised him an eternity of misery. That is a promise that he knows Damon fully intends to keep, no matter how sorry Stefan is. He can only hope that he can keep being better, top prove to him that he isn't the burden that Damon believes to be saddled with.

Damon left because Stefan couldn't control himself. Clearly allowing Lexi to teach him control and prove that to Damon is the only way to try and bridge that gap between them.

All the same, he stands and waits for Diana, the first thing he's been excited for in almost ten years. If she doesn't arrive on the first night, he'll continue to wait for every night until she does arrive. Hopefully it will be sooner rather than later, though. There is so much of the fair to see.

[Continued here.]
diana_abel: (Withdrawn)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2014-06-29 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd known, somehow, that Stefan would see it that way. Which is why she'd broached the subject in the first place.

"That's what the Order of the Silver Crescent does," she told him gently. "We see to it that no children are forced to be used like that. That they know how to use their powers for their own sake. Not for anyone else's."

A twittering over her head caught her attention. She turned to see a sparrow flying away from them. It was a pretty picture. It made her think of some of the dhampir they protected. Sparrows with broken wings. They were taught how to fly.

And most of them left.

"I'm not saying you need to make a decision now. You shouldn't. But...promise me that you'll think about it, all right? About joining us some day?"
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2014-07-05 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's only so much I can say," Diana admitted with an apologetic wince. While a part of her understood Artemis' need for secrecy, another part of her found it terribly inconvenient and annoying. Really, how did she expect to recruit when people didn't know what they were getting into?

Paranoia was written in the nature of Cainite culture, really. No Kindred ever dared to trust another.

It was tragic.

Deciding to bend the rules just a little bit, she added, "But I can give you an address."
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2014-07-06 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Artemis annoyingly refused to let Diana carry around little cards with the address on them. Too dangerous, she said. They might fall into the wrong hands. So for a whole week, she'd drilled Diana, forcing her to commit the address to memory.

It had been frightfully easy. She'd just set it to a song and rehearsed the chords a few times.

Unfortunately, she couldn't let Stefan write it down either. He'd have to learn the song.

"Repeat after me," she said quietly, leaning close so that her lips hovered over his ear. And she began to sing, voice sweet and clear. "2963 Priscilla Avenue, Los Angeles, California."
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2014-07-20 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"All right," she said, nodding in approval.

She gave his arm a little squeeze. "Now. No more talking about solemn things. We only have a few hours before sunrise and I want to see everything."