( he's torn between a love and a longing so tested and stretched it has survived for decades of violence and anguish. he's torn between resentment and anger boiling so deep within him that he feels this human frame should not be able to contain it, this lifetime of hatreds and shames and fists.
his jaw tightens and his knuckles whiten around his phone. pensi che non ti abbia visto? the desire and freedom; the cage and fear of being seen. being known. being loved.
he puts his phone away and lets his feet take him. he considers burning the manor down, burning his father alive, and tearing apart the world to avoid this moment. he considers downing his weight in alcohol, ending the night somewhere foreign and impersonal, to prolong this eventuality. he is wretched and desperate in the knowledge he was always going to end up here, pushing open the door to stefano salvatore's bedchamber.
he often does not know his own strength in moments like these, fueled by impulse and passion. the door slams against the wall, vibrating on its hinges. his eyes find and lock on stefan's. )
You courted her. You married her, just as I was prepared— ( the trudging up of the old, the vile heartbreak that still rips him up with jealousies and regrets. not for aurora and the broken engagement, but for stefan. for those choices, for that time— ) The commitments between us have always been clear. ( was that not the line in the sand? is he drawing it now; deepening its boundaries? boxing himself in where it is known and safe? )
⚜️ action
his jaw tightens and his knuckles whiten around his phone. pensi che non ti abbia visto? the desire and freedom; the cage and fear of being seen. being known. being loved.
he puts his phone away and lets his feet take him. he considers burning the manor down, burning his father alive, and tearing apart the world to avoid this moment. he considers downing his weight in alcohol, ending the night somewhere foreign and impersonal, to prolong this eventuality. he is wretched and desperate in the knowledge he was always going to end up here, pushing open the door to stefano salvatore's bedchamber.
he often does not know his own strength in moments like these, fueled by impulse and passion. the door slams against the wall, vibrating on its hinges. his eyes find and lock on stefan's. )
You courted her. You married her, just as I was prepared— ( the trudging up of the old, the vile heartbreak that still rips him up with jealousies and regrets. not for aurora and the broken engagement, but for stefan. for those choices, for that time— ) The commitments between us have always been clear. ( was that not the line in the sand? is he drawing it now; deepening its boundaries? boxing himself in where it is known and safe? )