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swamp witch ([personal profile] mistyday) wrote in [community profile] itinere2017-06-28 08:07 pm

'cause you know I'm coming home



Somehow, at this point, a magic doorway leading to yet another world doesn't surprise her at all. As soon as she sees the sun and the waves and the green where her quarters should be, she doesn't hesitate to step through. It's not just the warm draw of nature either, so refreshing after the cold darkness of space - there's something else drawing her as well. Or rather, someone else. She follows that sense down the beach, through the town, and to another door.

Knock, knock.

And there she stands on his front step, beaming. "Hey, stranger."
stefanged: (comforting hug)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-06-29 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
No way.

He had to be dreaming. Stefan had spent what, a couple of weeks here now? Two long, lazy weeks and yet, there sure is his favorite witch standing right outside his door. It takes him all of a millisecond to step back and stare, before he lets out a loud huff of a laugh.

If this is Itinere's way of an apology, after seeing and conversing with his dead brother's spirit, then it's more than made up for itself.

"Hey, habibti," he says warmly, rushing over to embrace her. "Long time no see."
stefanged: (easy smile)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-06-29 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Not even for a moment." He laughs, pulling back so he can let her in.

The front room doesn't resemble an apartment, honestly. While it lacks the staircase and upper awning of Salvatore Manor, the wooden paneling and high ceilings seem far grander than it has any right to be. The couches, the lamps, and even the baby grand piano are from different eras altogether - and yet, it suits Stefan.

"When'd you get here?" He's already rolling up his sleeves, as if he's preparing to make her a meal. "Just now, or a couple of days ago, or...?"
stefanged: (confident smile)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-06-29 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't particularly get it either, but he'll chalk it up to one of God's mysteries. It brought his soulmate back to him, didn't it?

"It's where Salvatore lived," he teased, leaning against the wall. The Alesci Manor had been homier, with far more Arabic calligraphy hung on the walls (and to give him credit, there's a couple here and there). "But yeah, it's home. Everyone's is kind of like it. You step into your apartment and it takes on whatever you think is home."
stefanged: (in that case)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-07-01 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs, the warmth seeming to echo through the house and brighten even the smallest of light fixtures.

“Likewise,” he admits, ducking his head a little. “Maybe that's why this apartments a little bigger than the others.”

It had come with three bedrooms, rather than everyone else's usual one or two. At the time, Stefan had chalked it up to a replica of his manor. Now, he's wondering if Itinere was trying to tell him something.
stefanged: (is that a challenge?)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-07-05 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Much better," he agrees, basking briefly in the warm sunlight.

It's warmer with her here. Brighter too, like it's filled with life rather than remnants from another time.

"You wanna see your room? Or well, what I'm gonna guess is your room, 'cause it sure doesn't look like my brother's."
stefanged: (confident smile)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-07-08 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright." He leads her to a room at the very end of the hallway, opening it and ushering her inside. Once again, it's as if the place knew she would arrive. Pale white walls greet her, but the room is fully furnished with those green plants she loves so much.

He laughs, sliding a little on the floors with his fuzzy socks. "What do you think?"
stefanged: (easy smile)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-07-14 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
No way. The room had already seemed tailor-made for his soulmate, but the addition of original vinyl Bon Jovi albums seals the deal. This place really was lifted from their minds - and it really did want to be their new home.

"Holy shit," he says, rushing over to inspect it. "It's exactly like I remember..."

Which is a little weird, because it's technically Salvatore's memories and not Alesci's, but he's rolling with it.

"You know I was actually his guitarist for a hot minute?"
stefanged: (confident smile)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-07-21 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Because I didn't remember," he says, with far more amusement than he rightfully should have. "Funny thing about this place: it fixed all of my memory problems."

It didn't exactly fix his identity issues, but he's starting to find himself and to walk the path between Salvatore and Alesci. He is both, and he is neither - and it only took him three years to figure it out.
stefanged: (tell me about it)

guess who's coming to dinner »

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-07-19 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Tonight has to be perfect. Not just because Elena's coming (as she usually does), but also because Misty'll be joining them - and Stefan wants them to get along so, so badly. His soulmates deserved each other's friendship. Plus, it'll ease his guilty conscience.

Or so he keeps telling himself as he idly stirs the freshly-brewed masala chai on the stove. He's gone all-out: there's falafel, hummus, baba ghanoush, and even roasted lamb waiting in the oven. For dessert? Homemade ma'amoul (shortbread cookies stuffed with dates) and baklava.

He's trying - and failing - to hide his nonchalance behind the stove, but he's sure that they can spot it from a mile away. They always do. As he pours himself some of his chai, he takes a sip. It doesn't soothe his anxious nerves one bit.

"Hey, um - " He glances at Misty, knowing Elena will walk through the door at any moment, "Think you could get a pitcher of water, real quick?"
stefanged: (solemn)

[personal profile] stefanged 2017-07-21 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Were anyone else coming over, Stefan might've calmed down too. Misty's songs usually ground him when everything else fails - but when he's murmuring du'a and surahs from the Qur'an, he knows nothing can slow his heartbeat.

"Nothing," he says out of habit, setting his mug down. "I mean, it should be nothing, but... you've never met Elena, and Elena's never met you and..."

He shrugs, knowing full well his anxiety's taking hold. "I just want this to be perfect."