gorysortofstory | Open Picture Prompt Post

[ now the narration wants a scene of Elijah grilling Matt as to his intentions when it comes to his little sister and whether or not they are honorable...

but that's the narration. matt would much rather steer clear of all of them. of course, he can never seem to, as klaus is always intent on terrorizing the lives of his closest friends in some way or another.

one would think elena being a vampire would change things, and yet. now there's a supposed cure. matt's not sure what to think of that.

matt gives her a half-smirk and looks down at the suit. he does clean up nice. ]

What, this old thing?

[This is a thing that needs to happen, this narration agrees.

At least, Rebekah's trying to steer clear from her brother these days, so there is that.

At the question, she nods her approval.]

Yes. I had forgotten how handsome you look in a suit.

[ matt's noticed it. rebekah's distance from her brothers. he doesn't know what to make of it, or if it will be something that sticks, but it's just been them lately, and matt can feel the shift between them, undeniable or not. ]

now that you mention it, it has been a while since they came up with another theme. [ not that he's all too displeased about that.

things do tend to blow up whenever there is a dance.

it's a wonder any of them attend at all. ]

I'm still disappointed I didn't get to go to the last theme one, but perhaps it was for the best.

[Considering she was daggered after being possessed by her own mother. Seriously. wtf show let her go to a dance.]

You didn't miss out on much, trust me.

[ There's a wryness to his tone that lets her know yes, a lot was happening, but ultimately, it was probably for the best she wasn't there. He lowers his gaze a bit, thinking of Mr. Saltzman. ]

So I've heard. [Her brother had filled her in on things, and from cleaning up the next the day after the dance she realized perhaps it had been for the best that she wasn't there.]

[ it was something, alright. rebekah's mother was ... something. matt's always affected by the deaths that ripple through mystic falls. as commonplace as they've become, he never wants to not be affected, and it was mr. saltzman. affected as he may have been, though, he doesn't have any intention to dampen the mood by doing a play-by-play and he knows rebekah doesn't, either.

instead, he turns to her once he's got his hands on the steering wheel. ]

You ready? [ for whatever the night brings. in mystic falls, one never can tell. ]

I think so. [She's going to try to sound positive. Maybe for once, something won't go wrong. She'd really like to just be able to enjoy her first high school dance. It's probably too much to hope for -- but she hopes anyways.]

[ positivity is always a good thing, but no one can blame them for their wariness. every time there's a dance or event of some sort, things always end up exploding, either figuratively or literally. matt wouldn't mind actually having things go right this time, and he was slated to go with Rebekah to Homecoming.

funny how things happen.

they reach the school in no time via the narration's powerful timey wimey powers, and then he's turning to her. ] We could always make a run for it, you know. [ he's joking! possibly. ]

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[A look. That is what she is giving you right now Matt: a look. Why? Because how dare you suggest she ditch a dance when she's finally getting to go to one. Sure, it's probably going to be a total disaster but if you think she's going to miss it you are insane.]

We are not going to run for it. We are going to go inside, and we are going to dance and if someone tries to ruin it I am going to kill them.

[And now she's joking!

...maybe. ]

[ ...matt is going to blissfully choose to believe rebekah is joking.

pls be joking, beks.

it's why he turns to her, smirk in place. ]

Let's not get too crazy now. [ and with that, he hops out of the truck and moves toward her door. he'd never outwardly admit it, but it's nicer than the truck he has, runs much more smoothly than it could've ever done.

~~thanks, beks.~~ ]

[Don't worry. She's joking.

Mostly.

Look she's had bad luck even getting to one of these if someone ruins this for her, all bets are off.

But for now she'll smile at that ~~ridiculous~~ charming smirk on hi lips, taking his hand as she steps out of the truck.]

I'll try to reel myself in.

I'd appreciate that. [ though now the narration has the most amusing visual of rebekah going promzilla on everyone for ruining one of the big dances. it would be the best thing ever.

can this happen someday? it should happen someday.

matt closes the door behind her, and offers her his arm. he glances at her as he emphasizes the gesture. (she really does look beautiful, he thinks. hard not to think, considering.) ] Bad track record or not, I think we got this.

[ it's not jinxing themselves, okay. it's putting out a positive vibe.

just stay at home, klauschan. ]

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[Rebekah being promzilla is going to be a thing that happens someday ok.

Like if you think Carrie was an issue...welp...

But for now she'll just take his arm happily, unable to wipe the beaming smile from her lips (she's lived so long but sometimes the smallest things still make her happy -- moments where she feels like a young girl again).]

I think we're both more than capable of having a good evening.

[srsly klaus no one wants you there. you don't even go here.]

[ you really don't, klaus. ]

It's not our capability of having a good evening I would be worried about.

[ it's everything else. everything can go wrong in a dime, but matt's choosing to be optimistic this time around. thus the keywords being would be. they can totally have a blast, okay.

he leads rebekah into the familiar gymnasium, adorned to the brim with colorful frilliness and spotlights. none of the familiar faces have shown up, at least not yet, and strangely enough that's welcomed.

it just feels like him and her, and that's how this works best. somehow. when it's just him and her. ]

Well, of course not, but let's try to be positive, shall we?

[Or seriously. Promzilla. That'll be a thing.

But for now her expression stays pleased, almost beaming with joy as she follows him into the gym. Sure, it's such a simple thing to be so happy about but she can't help it.

None of the others are here yet, not the people they really knew anyways, and it suits her just fine. It's best when they're alone.]

Positivity never hurt anyone.

[ and it's not like he can say he wouldn't welcome a change of pace, or something going their way for once. matt doesn't like this feeling, of being stuck. of his friends being stuck and his being unable to leave them because it doesn't matter how hard they fight, something always ends up happening.

and it blows everything apart. he wants to be realistic, but he also doesn't want to believe that each and every single time something is going to go to hell. he doesn't want to keep himself from enjoying something because of the chance that it might.

so he turns to her with a slight smile once they step into the gym.

the lights are just right amount of dim as the couples start swarming toward the dance floor. ]

They did a good job decorating the place. [She comments, looking around with a look of awe on her face. Has she been to a million balls and fancier parties? Sure. But there's something so beautiful about the simplicity of all this.

It feels so normal

And it certainly helps that she helped plan out the decoration themes. ]

Caroline's always dedicated with this stuff. [ matt turns to her a bit curiously, catching the look of awe on her face. it isn't anything like how she looked at that ball. the ball in which she gave him a grand tour, showed him her favorite room in the whole house. showed him her room, something so vulnerable about it.

balloons and trickling stars make her look in such a way that fancy balls can't, and it makes her that much harder to figure out. ]

Why's this stuff so important to you, anyway?

So I've noticed. We didn't even kill each other working on this one.

[Miracle of miracles, to be honest.

It's different. Sure, the ball had been nice and all, but she's been to a million balls with her family. This is different. Simple. A right of passage she's never gotten to have before.

At his question she shrugs her shoulders a little, trying to deflect.]

I've never gotten to go to one before, I wanted to see what it's like.

[ matt's more intuitive than he's given credit for.

honestly, it goes with the whole invisible thing. people kind of overlook him easily, and that lets him, in turn, look at things more closely. if he notices she's trying to deflect, he doesn't call her on it.

he does study her for a moment, his lips curving almost imperceptibly. ]

So? [ he turns to her expectantly. ] Does it meet your approval?

[She nods a little.] It does. [She smiles, closing her eyes for a moment. She can almost imagine just being a girl, a human girl going to a dance with a boy she really liked. It's a nice thought. It's nice to pretend, even if just for a moment, just for a night.

Of course, she's not just a girl but this is still her first high school dance and she is here with a boy she really likes so perhaps it's not all pretend for once. She opens her eyes, the smile shifting to something more genuine now.]

It exceeds it, even.

[ matt didn't get it, at first. why rebekah would have an interest in him. even as a person, or a friend, he couldn't see it. why this timeless vampire would be so hellbent on going to prom and being part of the committees. and he does now, he thinks. he gets what he can give her. she's not human, but she can feel like a human girl that's just going to a dance with a human boy.

he can give that to her, and maybe he wants to.

matt turns to rebekah when she says it exceeds it. ]

Night's not over yet.

[ he lifts up his arm in offer, before he tilts his head toward the dance floor. ]

[She smiles, taking his arm easily.]

No, it's just beginning.

[And they might as well enjoy themselves for now because knowing the Mystic Falls track record they would eventually go awry.

As he leads her onto the dance floor a slow number is playing. She takes one hand in her own while resting the other on his shoulder.]

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