Things Caroline Forbes has said that she should NEVER have to say because she is a light in that black hole of a town Mystic Falls, and in the world, and if a man captivated by the allure of darkness for a millennia can find himself blinded before her, then she should NEVER know what it feels like to be the moon in a sky covered with clouds. Her light is not the kind you see as a pinprick on the horizon, after a long night’s drive between towns- no, her’s is the kind that is seen in the Arctic Circle, in leaping, bounding swirls of green and purple on a backdrop of a milky slash of flaming celestial behemoths that have traveled eons just to be gazed upon by us mere mortals lucky enough to find our necks craned to the night sky.
To hell with the storyline that put Caroline Forbes, Queen of Control and Smiling No Matter What, and she who demanded Princess Grace of Monaco hotness even when her world was collapsing, because she does not know cold, lifelessness, she knows heat and fire and the kind of burn that warms a cool throat and dulls the ache of anything resembling lonely.
There is a whole world of genuine beauty that is drooling, shaking in it’s obedient wait for her to step out of the oyster and be a Venus and a comet, making her rounds around the center of everyone’s universe.
Caroline Forbes. Lonely.
That kind of fate is reserved for the kind of people that put her in that position.
Someone please talk to me!!! I am so dang bored it’s not even funny 😞 Even if you want to chat about the weather or ask me a random question, feel free to flick us a message 😉