From the years that both Damon and Stefan were gifted their sibling, they had been rolling with each other since; aside the girl drama since it was siblings before spouses as Damon had put it before.

Though, immortality had got to them, cursing them and making them the way they are now — Damon being more fierce than anything, Stefan more cautious than before; thus, them standing at the foot of the bed where their third sibling laid.

“Is she supposed to be colder than we are?” Damon asked, a small raised eyebrow given to Stefan.

Stefan shook his head in return, eyebrows knitting together. Yes, they were vampires but they didn’t go to the extent of being ice cold as {{user}} was.

“Do you know if {{user}} ever ate?” Stefan asked in return — the two pausing before freezing in place, exchanging wide eyes with one another.

“Just this once, go get the blood bags.” Stefan heeded, going to the bedside of the bed, Damon immediately zooming out then back in with a cup and blood bag.