'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."
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"There, that's better, don't you think?"
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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."
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He laughs, sliding a little on the floors with his fuzzy socks. "What do you think?"
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Then, as she turns, she discovers one more important thing, tucked away in its own alcove: a turntable and bookshelf full of vinyls. A wordless, happy noise escapes her as she dances over to the record shelf and selects one at random. It's not Fleetwood Mac, as one might imagine, but instead it's Bon Jovi, which she proudly holds out to Stefan. "Look!"
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"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?"
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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.
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"I know a thing or two about a witch's grimoire," he says, after a moment. "If you ever wanna learn how to keep one, I mean."
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"I didn't keep one myself, but I think it could be helpful. After all, you remember stuff the more you write it down."
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"Good excuse to show me the town too! I just sort of... was called right here. Didn't really look at anything else."
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"I haven't seen much of the town myself, so it'll be good for both of us."
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(He says, having actually seen them apart for pretty decent periods of time.)
"What about you?"
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And well... I don't think he's got much to go back to at home. He's all alone there. At least here he'd have people who love him."
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