&. @thewhippedsalvatxre || the plotted thing
“You turned it off.” She wasn’t surprised. Not by a long shot. They’d known this was a possibility and for the past few days she knew that Stefan had been doing everything in his power to prevent that possibility from becoming a reality. But now Stefan was gone, trying to find a way to save Elena and she was in dire need of a distraction. Her mom was dying, her best friend was in some kind of witch-induced coma until her other best friend died and she was…she was holding on by a thread. Not that she’d tell anyone that. Caroline’s arms folded over her chest as she regarded Damon. “Figured you’d be half way to Paris by now. Leaving a trail of bodies in your wake.” She flopped onto the couch in the Salvatore’s living room, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Stefan’s going to try to find a solution to the Elena problem. So I’m your new babysitter.” She raised her eyebrow, folding her hands neatly in her lap.