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ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ. ([personal profile] otherwise) wrote in [community profile] voyagers2014-11-13 08:35 pm

open | super super super rusty brief surprise revival...

Quick and painless — that was a lie. There was nothing quick or painless about having your neck broken. Maybe it seemed quick and relatively painless to the inflicter and the observer, but to the one experiencing that 'quick and painless' death, the brief moments that seemed to go on for hours and sharp spikes of pain unlike anything you've ever felt before said otherwise.

It hurt. It hurt a lot, and the darkness that enveloped him while he waited out his return wasn't exactly what you'd call comforting. Unsettling was more like it. There was nothing. Nothing but a dark veil cast over you, like you were underwater and unable to surface.

But eventually that ice cracked and Matt surged past it, taking a great big gulp of air that went rushing into his lungs so powerfully it startled him. He bolted upright, bumping against the cool metal of the railing that gnashed against the line of his spine. Vision still blurry, a rush of sounds assaulted him: birds, footsteps, voices, and the distinct sound of waves slapping against the side of a boat.

He'd only been on a boat once, with Elena's family out at the lake before her parents passed away, but the sound of water rushing against the side of a boat stuck with him as one of the most soothing sounds he's ever heard.

It had him twisting around and grasping the railing to peer down over it, to try and get an idea of where the hell he was. Had Damon gone back on his word and done away with his body? Had Elena? Had their attempt to get her to turn it back on gone awry?

Matt couldn't say. All he knew was that he wasn't where he should be, this wasn't exactly a boat, and there was a strong possibility that the ring hadn't worked like Damon said he would and death was having a good laugh at his expense over daring to trust the word of a Salvatore.
resuming: (i will defeat you.)

[personal profile] resuming 2014-12-28 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Elena is already fetching them a super sized bowl, ftr.

It's likely not the first time they've shared a sundae, and Elena is going to make sure that it isn't their last. She grins over at Matt when he asks his question. "It is, actually," she says to him thoughtfully, tapping a spoon to her chin. "Our challenge can be trying to see how big we can make our sundae."

She lifts up a can of whipped cream enticingly. She may or may not be tempted to dab some on his nose.

"Interested?"
resuming: (i'll keep everything i shared with you.)

[personal profile] resuming 2015-01-01 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have no idea what you're talking about."

For all intents and purposes, it looks as though Elena doesn't. She innocently meanders over to him with the bowl in one hand and the whipped cream in the other. When he is least expecting it - this is Matt, however, no one knows Elena Gilbert like Matt Donovan does - she will attempt to dab a dime-sized portion of whipped cream right onto his nose.

Whoops. :)
resuming: (time for the charm bomb to explode.)

[personal profile] resuming 2015-01-18 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Elena once thought those parts of her were long gone. She liked to ascertain there was more to her than a gloomy graveyard girl, but she'd had her doubts. After the accident, after so many things that followed, she'd forgotten how to live. Maybe a part of her hadn't always wanted to. She's older and wiser now, and she isn't the sad girl lingering in the cemetery anymore. She knows life is hard, and sometimes it will break your heart, but she also knows there's this.

She shrieks and steps back to avoid the sprinkles - but not before dabbing some caramel onto his nose.

"You say that like you've ever minded before!"

Better act fast, Matt. Elena's darting off on a run with a batch of whipped cream in hand.