( that’s just it. stefan can’t push his hunger under the rug with his foot and fool himself into believing that maybe, this time, it will work. his solution doesn’t work. admittedly, neither does damon’s. for some reason, stefan has always been divided by his human side and his vampire one, doomed to straddle that line for all eternity, wavering left and right on shaky feet. he watches the battle for control flicker across his face and he knows that he combats it because he has to; he thinks that he has to. )

When has anything ever been simple?

( more than anything, he wants it to be. he wants for love to be as easy as breathing, for stefan to be as comfortable in his own skin as a vampire as the rest of them are ( regrets aside ), for this place to simply not exist and be a prison that they’re trapped in. )

You have to eat. It's non-negotiable. And I don't mean that in the way I've always meant it. This isn't about being stronger or faster, or more prepared. This is about survival. Bambi and all his friends have taken a long trip straight off the planet and don't think you'll find Cinderella's handmaidens scurrying around, either. They're gone.

( in short: it's the cup in his hand or straight from the source, which stefan has a rocky relationship with mastering. )

Snatching, feeding, erasing — forget it. We can't. So if you have a better idea, please. Share with the class.