Beau. 21; New Zealand.
Just one among billions; living vicariously through the fictional, trying to hold it all together (sometimes, often, failing), constantly growing but not necessarily up. I'm forever swinging from extremes, waiting in the in-between.
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The restraint in this scene is what makes it great. Michael Narducci could have easily written this as a melodrama. They could’ve talked about their journey together, and how far they’ve come. Alaric could have forgiven Damon for turning Isobel and they could’ve talked about Elena and how Damon needs to take care of her.
But those things didn’t need to be said, and thank God they weren’t. Instead, the final scene between these guys felt like these guys. Ribbing each other and giving each other a tough time. Crying, without looking at each other. Matt Davis and Ian Somerhalder are at their absolute best here. If you weren’t devastated by this scene, you’re made of stone.
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