Damon : But it has to be right Elena , Its true that I can't stay away from you because I love you and I can't bare to not see you every day or even fight with you , the thing that matters is that I'll keep you safe weather you wanted it or not nothing more ..while he was crying and trying to hide it. Elena was torn inside by now she couldn't let him be her friend and nothing more , she felt guilty for not letting him be with her instead of Stefan .. but just then she was welling to do anything to make Damon happy so she asked him : what can I do ? just tell me what you want me to do right this moment and I'll do it even if I'm cheating on Stefan than I'm glad its with you , with whom my heart wants .
Damon was gazing at her and he couldn't believe that she would hurt his brother for him ,than a thought hit him (a kiss) is all what he needed from her, from her warm soft lips. he told her :
"Kiss me, Elena. Just once." His voice held a note of hope and his tone bordered on
Elena had flashbacks of the last time they had 'kissed.' His mouth had been rough and demanding and had tasted like whiskey, as he held her face tightly between her hands "Once," he repeated, cutting her off. He had taken two steps toward her and their bodies were almost touching. "Please.
she wanted to kiss him.
she had to know why the very thought of kissing Damon was pushing her nearly over the edge " Okay, Damon," Elena murmured, reaching a hand up to his face, gently pulling it down. "I will kiss you. Once. Elena reached around the back of his head with her other hand and urged him closer, until their lips were mere inches apart. She heard him draw in a shaky breath. In the time that she had known Damon, she had never seen him like this – this fragile, this vulnerable – not even when he had discovered that Katherine wasn't in the tomb. His lips were unexpectedly warm and soft The kiss was so simple and pure that Elena never wanted to break it. So, hand still tangled in his hair, she pressed him down further and tenderly drew his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking softly. All that mattered in the world was this moment; Elena's lips moving over his, so carefully and tentatively – as if she was afraid that she might break him And just as she was pulling back, Elena felt something hot and wet splash her cheek. Looking up, she realized with a shock, that tears were spilling out of Damon's eyes, rolling slowly down his cheeks and dripping onto her own face. Damon let the tears spill down his cheeks, not bothering to hide them. There was something utterly redeeming about the moment, and he didn't think he could stop it if he wanted to. Elena wrapped her arms around his silent, trembling form Damon's body thrummed with desire as Elena searched his eyes, running her hands through his hair. God, he needed her. He loved her. But even in the heat of this moment, he couldn't tell her that. She could never know that
Elena suddenly knew; she had always known.
She loved Damon
Damon was gazing at her and he couldn't believe that she would hurt his brother for him ,than a thought hit him (a kiss) is all what he needed from her, from her warm soft lips. he told her :
"Kiss me, Elena. Just once." His voice held a note of hope and his tone bordered on
Elena had flashbacks of the last time they had 'kissed.' His mouth had been rough and demanding and had tasted like whiskey, as he held her face tightly between her hands "Once," he repeated, cutting her off. He had taken two steps toward her and their bodies were almost touching. "Please.
she wanted to kiss him.
she had to know why the very thought of kissing Damon was pushing her nearly over the edge " Okay, Damon," Elena murmured, reaching a hand up to his face, gently pulling it down. "I will kiss you. Once. Elena reached around the back of his head with her other hand and urged him closer, until their lips were mere inches apart. She heard him draw in a shaky breath. In the time that she had known Damon, she had never seen him like this – this fragile, this vulnerable – not even when he had discovered that Katherine wasn't in the tomb. His lips were unexpectedly warm and soft The kiss was so simple and pure that Elena never wanted to break it. So, hand still tangled in his hair, she pressed him down further and tenderly drew his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking softly. All that mattered in the world was this moment; Elena's lips moving over his, so carefully and tentatively – as if she was afraid that she might break him And just as she was pulling back, Elena felt something hot and wet splash her cheek. Looking up, she realized with a shock, that tears were spilling out of Damon's eyes, rolling slowly down his cheeks and dripping onto her own face. Damon let the tears spill down his cheeks, not bothering to hide them. There was something utterly redeeming about the moment, and he didn't think he could stop it if he wanted to. Elena wrapped her arms around his silent, trembling form Damon's body thrummed with desire as Elena searched his eyes, running her hands through his hair. God, he needed her. He loved her. But even in the heat of this moment, he couldn't tell her that. She could never know that
Elena suddenly knew; she had always known.
She loved Damon
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles by Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles by Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
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Ok so I was just randomly listening to the 2 songs off the TVD soundtrack from episode 1x01 and 3x19...and I noticed something that blew my mind. I just thought I'd share it. We all know how influential the music can be as far as foreshadowing goes. This analysis just furthers my belief that Delena were meant to be all along and from the very beginning.
So when Elena is going to the cemetery in the very first episode of season 1, unbeknownst to her, Damon is hiding in the fog watching her. While this is going on, the song in the background (Say All I Need by One Republic) has lyrics that go "All I need is the air I breathe, and a place to rest my head."
In season 3 episode 19, Damon and Elena finally kiss passionately. The accompanying song (Never Let Me Go by Florence and The Machine) has a verse that says "I found the place to rest my head."
I see what you did there TVD crew :-)
So when Elena is going to the cemetery in the very first episode of season 1, unbeknownst to her, Damon is hiding in the fog watching her. While this is going on, the song in the background (Say All I Need by One Republic) has lyrics that go "All I need is the air I breathe, and a place to rest my head."
In season 3 episode 19, Damon and Elena finally kiss passionately. The accompanying song (Never Let Me Go by Florence and The Machine) has a verse that says "I found the place to rest my head."
I see what you did there TVD crew :-)