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monkeybars2015-08-27 10:19 am
consumes) wrote in monkeybars2015-08-27 10:19 am
closed] [i'm a word that no one ever wants to say
Damon Salvatore ends up in Teleios after the end of Chicago, after too many decades in a world of hell where he lost track of himself and lost track of the meaning of anything. They make you pay for everything, and he has plenty to pay for. It was no less than he deserves so he doesn't talk about it.
He's grown more than any Damon does back in Mystic Falls, but he still has the typical Damon charm, the snark to it.
He arrives to this city to find Elena has married Stefan. Stefan and Elena are married. Husband and wife. They. are. together. Yes.
Klaus has managed to have a baby (the poor child, who the hell gave that psychopath the ability to reproduce?).
And also, Elena and Stefan are married. Did he mention that part? She's training to be a doctor, and it makes all too much sense. Also, she doesn't know him. At all. After missing her for all those decades, after the two years they spent in Chicago together looking out for each other and becoming best friends, it's painful. It's more painful than he can put to words so he doesn't in true Damon fashion. Mostly, they're both happy and plenty happy without him which is also not surprising so he stays out of their way.
He's at the bar getting served by some guardian angel who barely looks old enough to drink and sends him a jackass comment when Damon mentions this, but he is getting older and older by decades now.
Then he hears it.
There's an utterly familiar British accent as she orders her usual drink like she always has. She would have noticed him by now. Has she? He doesn't know. She is the type to always be so careful, to know who all was in the room before she entered it. She's bad ass and classy and better than him. They were both so guarded about everything. Neither of them dug in deeper than they had to. They enjoyed each other. They trusted each other. They didn't push, but they had incredible sex and spent time together, and he cared enough to try to protect her from what chased her, and she was one of the closest friends he made in that damned city which seems thousands of years ago now.
Damon would never admit it but there is a pang of fear. He has already gone through this once. Elena did not recognize him. She did not know the years and years they had lived together. Even Stefan, he barely understood, and never has he felt farther away from them both. He can't do this again.
"Looks like you could fuckin' use it." The boy behind the bar fills up his drink more before he walks off to kiss the hell out of Sarah (who also doesn't recognize him despite the fact he still remembers clearly what her panties look like).
Damon lifts the glass in toast to the kid and then downs it completely before he walks over to her, saunters over really. He is trying to be more like he was and less like he is. "Bela Talbot."
He breathes out her name, ignores the panic.
She turns, and he still can't figure out if she recognizes him or not. In a moment of panic, he moves in, grabbing her face with his hands and kissing her hard before she can speak out loud and ask Who the hell are you? It feels so intensely familiar. It aches through his chest. Hope. Like something he thought he'd broken the neck of a long time ago and buried deep.
Hope has a habit of being shattered.
As long as he's kissing her, it can't be shattered this time so his mouth parts further over her own, deepening the kiss.
He's grown more than any Damon does back in Mystic Falls, but he still has the typical Damon charm, the snark to it.
He arrives to this city to find Elena has married Stefan. Stefan and Elena are married. Husband and wife. They. are. together. Yes.
Klaus has managed to have a baby (the poor child, who the hell gave that psychopath the ability to reproduce?).
And also, Elena and Stefan are married. Did he mention that part? She's training to be a doctor, and it makes all too much sense. Also, she doesn't know him. At all. After missing her for all those decades, after the two years they spent in Chicago together looking out for each other and becoming best friends, it's painful. It's more painful than he can put to words so he doesn't in true Damon fashion. Mostly, they're both happy and plenty happy without him which is also not surprising so he stays out of their way.
He's at the bar getting served by some guardian angel who barely looks old enough to drink and sends him a jackass comment when Damon mentions this, but he is getting older and older by decades now.
Then he hears it.
There's an utterly familiar British accent as she orders her usual drink like she always has. She would have noticed him by now. Has she? He doesn't know. She is the type to always be so careful, to know who all was in the room before she entered it. She's bad ass and classy and better than him. They were both so guarded about everything. Neither of them dug in deeper than they had to. They enjoyed each other. They trusted each other. They didn't push, but they had incredible sex and spent time together, and he cared enough to try to protect her from what chased her, and she was one of the closest friends he made in that damned city which seems thousands of years ago now.
Damon would never admit it but there is a pang of fear. He has already gone through this once. Elena did not recognize him. She did not know the years and years they had lived together. Even Stefan, he barely understood, and never has he felt farther away from them both. He can't do this again.
"Looks like you could fuckin' use it." The boy behind the bar fills up his drink more before he walks off to kiss the hell out of Sarah (who also doesn't recognize him despite the fact he still remembers clearly what her panties look like).
Damon lifts the glass in toast to the kid and then downs it completely before he walks over to her, saunters over really. He is trying to be more like he was and less like he is. "Bela Talbot."
He breathes out her name, ignores the panic.
She turns, and he still can't figure out if she recognizes him or not. In a moment of panic, he moves in, grabbing her face with his hands and kissing her hard before she can speak out loud and ask Who the hell are you? It feels so intensely familiar. It aches through his chest. Hope. Like something he thought he'd broken the neck of a long time ago and buried deep.
Hope has a habit of being shattered.
As long as he's kissing her, it can't be shattered this time so his mouth parts further over her own, deepening the kiss.