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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on May 5, 2013 15:22:08 GMT -5
Eli had felt like she had been missing something in the new house. She returned to the Boarding house and checked out her old bedroom. The only things left were the bed side tables, bed, a desk and some other things. She shrugged her shoulders, just another wasted trip. As she walked down the stairs, she noticed the piano that was sitting catty-cornered in the living room. She walked over, running a hand from one end, to the toher, her fingers lightly touching the keys. She sat down, her finger alternating keys, singing a song she had written for one person, and one person only. He knew the song, for he had heard it many times before now. She never told him about it, but she knew that he knew. "I don't wanna make a scene. I dont wanna let you down. Tryin' to do my own thing and I'm starting to figure it out, that its alright, keep it together, whereever we go. And its alright, oh well, whatever; Everybody needs to know. You might be crazy, have I told you lately that I love you, you're the only reason that I'm not afraid to fly. And it's crazy that someone could change me. Now no matter what it is I have to do I'm not afraid to try And you need to know that you're the reason... why... I dont care when they say your a little bit off. Look them in the eye I'd say i can never get enough cuz it's alright keep it together where ever we go, and its alright oh well whatever. Everybody needs to know, you might be crazy, have i told you lately that i love you. You're the only reason that I'n not afraid to fly. And it's crazy that someone could change me. Now no matter what it is I have to do I'm not afraid to try, And you need to know that you're the reason..whhyyy... If it was raining you would yell at the sun. Pick up the pieces when the damage is done. You say its just another day in the shade, Look at what a mess we made. You might be crazy. Have I told you lately, that I love you, you're the only reason why I'm not afraid to fly. And it's crazy that someone could change me Now no matter what it is I have to do I'm not afraid to try. And you need to know that you're the reason..why. |
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 5, 2013 15:30:23 GMT -5
I walk in the front door of the house and stop at the sound of Elizabeth's voice. I've heard her sing this song a hundred times, but I've never been quite sure who she wrote it for. My brother, me. I don't really know. I walk further into the house and sit on the piano bench next to the piano as she finishes the song. You really are talented. I look her in the eyes. You know that, right? I may tease her and give her a hard time, but she's like my little sister. I love her; I don't want her to think differently.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on May 5, 2013 15:59:18 GMT -5
As Eli storked the last keys, Damon sat down by her. She placed a piece of hair behind her ear. He had been more of an older borhter, an overly portective older brother; to her. "It took some proding and guiding from the best." she told him. he had been the one to teach her how to play, she just needed to take his guidence and fly with it. She didnt feel any different about him since he killed her father. She always loved Damon. She wasnt against him when the town had been against him. She hated how everyone treated him like a threat, it was either that or her unnatural forgiving and people person skillz. "I miss you Damon."
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 5, 2013 16:12:14 GMT -5
I shrug my shoulders. Well, your bedroom upstairs always open for you. I look at her more seriously. But so is the door. You're welcome here anytime. You know where to find me. I wrap an arm around her shoulders in a brotherly way. I'm always at the Grill or here. Even if I'm neither, she finds me. She always manages. Regardless of the choices you make, I'll always be in your corner, Elizabeth. I know I- I shrug. tease and bother you, but it's my job. I'm just toughening you up so she can date a big-bad original. "Obviously" that was my plan all along. I smirk. No, but seriously, Elizabeth. I may give you hell, but in the end you're family-and I love you, and I will always be here to make sure you don't taint the family name. I tease.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on May 5, 2013 16:36:18 GMT -5
"Wait....Im not...How do you know? Who told you?" she asked him. She was trying to keep her relationship quite until she felt comfortable with others to know. It must have been Elena. "Besides, Isnt the Salvatores' being about the most badass, over coming, messed-up, supernatural family? Becaus eif not, I am living someone elses life." she said, one arm wrapped around his waist while her head rested on his shoulder, contimplating who she was in the family. "I'd rather be something than nothing. I could be Matt Donavan, but I dont want that type of life." she told him, hoping he knew what she meant because even she didnt know what she meant.
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 5, 2013 16:43:12 GMT -5
I smirk. If were were normal, we wouldn't have lasted this long. I roll my eyes. I'm glad you're not like busboy. He's a nice guy, but he's boring. You're far from it, though it's evident baby brother has rubbed off on you a bit. However, I'm proud to say that I seem to have made a bigger impact on you. I grin and chuckle.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on May 5, 2013 17:46:29 GMT -5
"You might be crazy, have I told you lately that I love you. You're the only reason that I'm not afraid to fly..." she said, in song as her left hand played the keys. He should have known by now. The two had been almost mirror opposites. Both thier fathers hated them, They both feel blindly in love with a vampire. Both became something their not or did somthing to get their. He joined the army, she joined the secert underground of supernatural hunters. They all share dark pasts, but whoes was the worst?
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 5, 2013 17:50:38 GMT -5
I place my free hand on the keys and start playing the other part of the song as I sing the next verse. No one really knows it, but i'm a good singer and musician in general. And its crazy, that someone would change me. Now no matter what it is I have to do, I'm not afraid to try. And you need to know that you're the reason why. I smirk as I know the next verse coming up. Yeah I'm a "bit" off.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on May 5, 2013 17:55:33 GMT -5
Eli let go of his waist, bring her hand to the keys. She smiled as they played and sung together. She knew how musically inclined he was. I dont care when they say your a little bit off. Look them in the eye I'd say i can never get enough cuz it's alright keep it together where ever we go, and its alright oh well whatever. Everybody needs to know, She looked at him then back down the the piano as they sung the chorus together. "you might be crazy, have i told you lately that i love you. You're the only reason that I'n not afraid to fly. And it's crazy that someone could change me. Now no matter what it is I have to do I'm not afraid to try, And you need to know that you're the reason..why"
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 5, 2013 18:01:21 GMT -5
I play the last couple notes on the piano before stopping and letting the final notes ring out. I look over at Elizabeth and a small smile plays on my lips. I'm proud of her. SHe's grown up a lot. She's talented, smart, pretty. If Kol hurts her I'll shove his bat down his throat. He's hit me enough with it.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on May 5, 2013 20:01:03 GMT -5
As she finished playing, she elbowed him in the rib, smiling as she stood up. Eli walked over to one of the many acohol cabniets and poured two glasses of Jack, the best thing here. She walked over, setting her glass down on top of the piano while handing him his. "Do you think I messed up the Salvatore bloodline thing?" she asked. As far as she knew she was the last Salvatore, and the first female born into the family since the 1920s. This did puzzel her a lot.
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 6, 2013 17:40:27 GMT -5
I shrug my shoulders. As far as I know you're the last of the line of Salvatores. Personally, I couldn't care less about our blood line ending, but that's just me. I wouldn't worry about it. I nod in thanks as she hands me the glass and I take a drink of it.
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