mingle with the commoners or something

[huaaaaagh]

Who: Paisley crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Paisley!
When: All month, it's a mingle!!

[Sup, team? Off the planet we all go, and upgrades we did get. Enjoy the coffee supply, it is guaranteed to not last long. But hey, the beds are nice!]

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[delincuente]

[No, nope, they aren't even going there. She laces her fingers around his, quickly and firmly.]

I'm going to. I'm always going to.

[stefanged]

[He lets out a nervous laugh.] Don't go making promises you can't keep.

[But right now, he'll take that answer for what it is: a sign that they'll work through all of his muddled memories together, rather than leaving her in the dark.]

I love you more than anything, and I don't want it to change. ["Except it could."] So we'll get through this together as long as we can.

[delincuente]

I'll keep it as long as I can.

[She wants to pull him into a big hug, but she knows he's probably antsy about contact right now, and with good reason. Instead, she just keeps their hands linked, and moves an inch or two closer.]

And if I could keep it for the rest of my life, I would.

[stefanged]

[That's an even bigger promise than her insisting on how much she'd still love him. She's seen the old Stefan - and she wants that? She wants that guy with every inch of her being?

She's either brave or stupid, and right now, he doesn't want to dwell on either possibility. So he lets out a sigh of relief.]

In that case.... Thank you, Alex.

["I hope you don't have to break it anytime soon."]

[delincuente]

[Every single inch. She laces her fingers through his, and looks down at her feet.]

Thank you.

[stefanged]

[Huh? He laughs, a little nervously] For what? I didn't do anything this time.

[delincuente]

Just... being yourself, and trusting me with all of this, and everything.

[stefanged]

You're my witch. There's nothing I'd keep from you, not any longer than I had to.

[That's the real difference between Salvatore and Alesci: secrets are Salvatore's lifeblood, but the bane of Alesci's existence. As long as he can keep communication open, he will.]

[delincuente]

[She smiles gently, and leans her head against him.]

And that goes both ways, mister. You're my vampire.