Misguided ghosts, traveling endlessly
 ꜱ ᴇ ᴀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ   3   ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴇ:   "𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒐"  ʀ ᴇ ʜ ᴀ ꜱ ʜ 

                                                                       but we were each other, 
                                                    reflecting our ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ
                                                                        secret selves in the other’s identity
                                   I didn’t know the answer, but I knew there would be many more 


Andie now stood compelled, at the ready of her premeditated role, trembling in fear.  Everything had changed; The buried love for his brother, and Elena burned bright in the fabrications already set in motion.  Though he’d fought every force of darkness overshadowing, Stefan knew his masked role treaded along a fine line,  crumbling further with every drop of iron-scented blood. Leaving a repute beneath contempt stood the last authenticity before inevitably going down in flames.

As long as the Salvatore brothers had been bound in blood, their roles were constantly reversing.  He’d now served a debt, duty-bound as Klaus’ henchman; Only sacrifice could scrub away his filth. —  So, even if he’d been at liberty to discuss the reality of affairs, Stefan would illustrate their final depart with a feigning reversal of fortunates; A facade he knew to guarantee effective repel against Damon.

Footed in the dimming shadow, silent eyes watched his brother’s navigation through creaking doors, nearing footsteps, and bewilder. Damon’s averted sight met the their confronted greeting.  Though his body language enacted unflinching apathy, a faint, painful clarity hovered Stefan’s dispassion; An omen of agony that’d only displayed to his mind.

ooc i love season 3 + i spent more time decorating this than i should have. also, click under the cut      

imagine this scenario~

Stefan/Damon: “Hello brother.”

The other brother: