The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the promise of the moonlit night.
Stefan’s love bathed her, shone through her, lighting every dark place in her soul like the sun. She trembled with pleasure, with love, and with longing.
She knew, then, that it had not been hatred that had made him avoid her for so long. No, it had not been hatred at all.
And I swear she will never know my secret. She will never have to give up the sunlight because of me. Behind.
Even if we’re not together, we’ll never really be apart.
We who are so lucky as to be born into the light – who see it every day and never think about it, we’re blessed. We could have been born shadow souls who live and die in crimson darkness, never even knowing that somewhere there is something better.
In grace and beauty and sheer fascination, they were alike. But where Katherine had been a white kitten, Elena was a snow-white tigress.
It did cross our minds at one point. Actually, it seemed to keep crossing them. Back and forth. Maybe we should put in a crosswalk. – Ash Redfern.
It might be better if we didn’t see each other for a while.
Let bygones be bygones.
Mind if I have a bite?
Is dit wat het is om je hart te volgen? Ik wou dat er een landkaart of een kompas was om me te helpen mijn weg te vinden. Maar zij heeft mijn hart, dat is boven alles mijn poolster... en dat moet genoeg zijn.
Help when you can. Shelter when you have room. Guide when you know where to go, and be patient with the slow.
When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.
We knew each other, it was as if each could see the other one’s soul. Once you see into someone’s soul, you’re attached forever.
Julian could spin a web of shadows around you, with touches like the brush of moth’s wings and kisses soft as twilight. He could turn your own senses against you until the kisses left you dizzy and breathless and the moth’s-wing touches put you on slow burn. And by the time you realized what was underneath the softness, you were shivering and melting and lost.
Damon, with his shock of dark hair, long lashes, and broad shoulders, caused women to look twice.
I may just have to make you my Queen of Shadows.
She’d have him, even if it killed her. If it killed both of them, she’d have him.
Why not fulfill his nature? Since he could not change it, he might as well revel in it.