( rp ) look at this heart-shaped wreckage. what have we done?

[believable]

[ see elena.

see elena heading toward one of the bars on whichever deck you see fit.

see elena serving herself a drink because boys men suck and she has had it with this ship.



enjoy. ]

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[believable]

This is actually pretty uncharacteristic of Elena.

It's not that she's averse to drinking - especially not if the drink in question is tequila - but she doesn't hit the booze every time something goes awry, and she isn't a vampire (in this universe) and doesn't need to curb the cravings. It's just been that kind of week. Month. Year. Take your pick.

She almost drops the glass she'd been holding, lifting up her gaze at the sound of that voice. She blinks, almost sputters, eyes widening with disbelief. "Anna?" she asks.

[aneurism]

Anna waves, smiling as if she isn't supposed to be dead, as if she and Elena didn't have a few uncomfortable and not entirely positive confrontations prior to the veil to the Other Side going back up.

If Damon is some sort of alternate reality DoppelDamon, then Elena might be, too. Who knows. She was somehow transported from the Other Side to a ship where she's apparently not a ghost anymore. Anything's possible.

Or she's massively hallucinating. That's also a possibility. Solitude does wonders on the brain.

"If it helps, he was a dick long before he met you."

Except he wasn't. Anna remembers Damon from 1864 when he used to come in to her mother's apothecary. Damon's a prime example of why Katherine can't have nice things, while also being something of a cautionary tale of what a series of bad choices blamed on something other than your own lack of control and will does to a person.

[believable]

Elena wouldn't exactly call them comfortable.

Anna tried to kill her, using her brother to get what she wanted; she understands it wasn't as simple as that. Understands it was all for her mother, for someone that she loved. If anyone can understand doing that, it's Elena Gilbert. She spares no expenses when it comes to her own people, but it doesn't mean she's any less wary.

Jeremy isn't here at this present moment, though - so not as wary as she could be.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me."

Despite the dryness, Elena is having a similar consideration. You should've met me in 1864. You would have liked me.

[aneurism]

Anna doesn't hate humans. She doesn't even view them as food or fodder. They're just... people. People she shares the world with. But she's been part of the world for a long, long time and part of existing with them is finding a way to do so around them without them knowing. And without her mother, she'd been desperate and lonely, lost and inconsolable for far too long. In many ways, it would've been much easier if Pearl had perished, for Anna could've found a way to move on.

Knowing that Pearl was alive in the tomb was maddening. She was on the edge of her seat for 145 years, waiting for the day when she could see her mother again to the point that at the first opportunity, she went for it. Ever the perpetual teenager in more ways than she likes to admit, Anna went for it. She put he pedal to the floor and pushed past people without much thought towards who hit the ground while she was running.

She feels bad about it now, but then it had seemed so necessary. Something that needed to be done, a cure to her questions and loneliness, a way to put a part of herself that's been eating away at her being for 145 years to rest.

"Just as it doesn't surprise me that Damon's being... well, Damon."

[believable]

It's something Elena can understand.

If one takes Jeremy out of the equation completely, Elena can sympathize with Anna's plight. She is someone that will do whatever it takes to protect or recover her loved ones. If that means morally questionable things, she might not think twice (until after the fact, anyway) to do what needs to be done. If it makes her the bad guy, then she will be the bad guy. What matters is her loved ones, usually at all costs. If it'd been her mother -

Well. She just knows about what seems necessary.

"I take it you've already crossed paths with him?" she says wryly. Her feelings for Damon are complicated, but it's more than clear, whether she wanted to mask it or not, that Damon isn't her favorite person in the world right now.

[aneurism]

"You could say that. He was duking it out with someone. Over a girl, no less." Over her, but Anna doesn't really need to say that, does she? "Like I said: Damon being Damon. Just like old times."

Except now it was Elena who was the center of his universe and not Katherine. That was for the best. When she saw Katherine, decades prior to her reappearing in Mystic Falls, the vampire cared not for the location of the brothers she turned. Anna had even brought them up at one point, mentioned how they were likely still out there, and she hadn't batted so much as an eyelash at the thought of it — even if she supposedly still cared a bright torch for Stefan.

Or did. Her tenses are little off since coming here.

[believable]

Elena tenses visibly at Anna's answer. No, Anna doesn't really need to say it.

It was more complicated than that, of course. It wasn't strictly over her and she knows that. Damon's anger came at the fact he chose to go with Elena when the end of the world came, and the rifts decided to split them up. The world he ended up in was cruel, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone, not even Damon. It doesn't excuse his actions, and Elena will always hold him accountable for them, but she grows tense at the reminder all the same.

She wants to ask if that's how they fought over Katherine, but does she really want to know? Does she really want to admit she's wondered?

"It's not going to happen again," she says. Elena is going to make sure of that.

[aneurism]

"It will, whether you want it to or not," Anna says. "I'm not saying that as a way of doubting the weight you're able to throw around with him, but he's Damon. It's who he is. He's... he's passionate — foolishly so. He gets tangled up in things and isn't exactly the best at separating what he wants to do from what he should do. You can't change that, even if you wanted to."

The vampire shrugs. "Damon is Damon."