( falling for damon was never a part of her plans, but then again, not much of anything has been going according to plan lately. parental death aside, the vampires certainly threw her for a very large, very unbelievable loop -- but there hasn't been a hint of doubt, since damon told her. he made sure she had the facts, which was helpful in the long run, followed by a much needed break from. well, everything. damon included. there was no intention of ever throwing herself back into the bloodstained, century long fire of vampires and witchcraft, but the distance helped in some other way, instead. damon, despite his faults, has been the only good feeling she's had since her parents died. maybe it's almost selfishness that drives her back into his arms, chasing after the feeling comfort and familiarity when he kisses her like she's the only person in the world, but it's predominately something else. love, if she had to put a name to it, which she doesn't, unless it's in the journal hidden in her room. she could say damon feels the same way, but she's not the best at reading him just yet -- she doesn't need to complicate things any more, regardless. it is what it is.
she's made the drive up to the old boarding house a million times now, although less so in the last few weeks due to stefan's presence. it makes her feel a little antsy whenever damon isn't by her side -- not that he's a bad guy, of course, but she imagines it has something to do with how similar she looks to katherine, the way he stares at her like he has laser vision sometimes, and could burn right through her still beating heart. occasionally there's a twinge of affection there, which is almost weirder and less preferable to the look of destruction -- i'm not katherine, she finds herself saying frequently, gazing down at her shoes and leaving through whichever door happens to be convenient at the time. damon doesn't look at her like he's expecting anything, which is always nice. he just looks like he wants her to stay the way that she is, and she's grateful for that relief among all the confusing feelings and distrust in the world. she still trusts him, definitely more than she should.
either way, the attempt at a Normal Teenage life is something elena will never stop striving towards, and she arrives at the boarding house under the intent to steal damon away to a probably boring but mostly fun date night, likely at the grill. damon's always taking her off guard, so she arrives unannounced -- though she imagines he can hear her car park in the driveway, locked with a beep as she makes her way over and knocks twice on the door.
internally, she prays stefan doesn't answer, because that'll get real awkward, real fast. )
( just as much as falling for damon wasn't part of elena's plan, falling for elena was never part of damon's plan. he will deny that he has, of course, if anyone asks, even elena — though he would, likely, be kinder to her about it than he would anyone else — but it's hard to interpret his actions in any other way. he's been honest with her from the start about what he is, that she looks like katherine, that he has a brother he doesn't get along with. he told himself it would be easier to get her to trust him if he was honest, and though that was probably true, it sidestepped the more pertinent reason: he wanted her to trust him. not because he was scheming, but because she had put her trust in him at all, and he found himself averse to the idea of breaking that trust. the truth drove her away, but only for a week or two, and then she was back in his arms. it's been a few months since then, and... damon has no idea what the hell he's doing.
he'd come back to mystic falls with the express purpose of unleashing all the caged vampires on the town, leaving it to burn while he and katherine went somewhere far away and made up for all their lost time. since meeting elena, falling into a relationship with her, falling for her, he has made fewer steps toward realizing that purpose than he should have. he has the crystal, could undo the spell whenever he wants — hell, he even has elena's bennett witch best bud at his disposal — and yet. and yet, every time he thinks about it, elena comes over, and he finds himself distracted. for 145 years, he's lived with a singular goal, and now that he's close enough to that goal that he can practically taste it... he doesn't even know if he wants it anymore. being the first choice, finally, is a heady feeling, one damon isn't keen to give up so quickly. yes, he loves katherine, but she was always playing him and stefan off of each other, playing games and driving wedges between them. elena has no interest in stefan, and often seems uncomfortable even being in the same room as him. it is, if damon's honest with himself (which he tries never to be), the first time he's ever felt... good enough. like he is enough for someone, just as he is.
having to rein in his more murderous tendencies is difficult, and it's only the idea of what elena would say if he gave in to them that let mr. tanner leave town with his life (and a compulsion to never return). sometimes damon's not sure the lingering threat of elena's disapproving (or, worse, betrayed) expression will be enough to stay his hand, but so far, he's held himself in check. it doesn't do to dwell on possibilities, things he might or might not do, so damon instead lives in the moment, enjoys what he can, and revels in stefan's obvious discomfort over his relationship.
it is strange to actually be dating a normal teenaged human, resemblance to katherine aside — elena gets it into her head sometimes that they need to go on real dates and won't take no for an answer. not that damon would truly be inclined to give it, but he has must at least project the illusion of detachment, obviously feigned though it may be. when damon hears her car pull up outside the boarding house, he smirks to himself, anticipating another Normal Date Night. he blurs to the door, standing in front of it and waiting for elena to knock, and opens it promptly after her second knock.
he may be on his way to being tamed (a thought which fills him with dread, if he thinks about it too long, so he doesn't), but that doesn't mean he can't find fun in his own ways. )
( despite everything, and the natural instinct to push damon away, it's been easy to get closer to him -- he's not good, but he is good to her, not that it excuses anything, but it does help her faith in him. he isn't unfixable, he's a work in progress. and she's seen the good in him, even when he tries to cover it up -- he's kind every time their fingers intertwine, he's sweet whenever elena falls asleep on his chest, listening to the gentle rise and fall of his chest in the late hours of a ( rare ) peaceful evening. the world can call damon cruel all it likes, but the world will never know damon like elena does, and that's fine by her. maybe she's a little clingy, when it comes to him.
not that that's something she's admitting, either. she doesn't keep secrets from him, but not spilling the entire content of her heart isn't lying, it's just -- withholding. handling the situation with care. being smart about it. anyway, she tells him i love you in quieter gestures, kisses on his cheek and wrapping her arms around his neck during the various parties around mystic hills she drags him to -- saying his name, damon, with power and pleasure, infused with every hint of emotion she's ever had towards him. all the love in the world, the doubt, the insecurity, the fierceness. every time she says damon it sounds like a promise, or maybe a plead -- i'm not leaving or don't leave me. she's not so sure.
regardless, his tendency to sneak up on her has since lost its effect, and the door opened up immediately is mostly just expected at this point. a hand wraps around the shoulder strap of her purse, lip bitten and hip popped out, while she looks to the ground for a second -- just one! -- flickering back up to meet him a moment later. )
Mister Salvatore. ( she matches him with a smile, bright and flirty, bringing up a hand to tuck some hair behind her ear. ) Hopefully not too unexpected? I was hoping we could go out. ( a shrug. ) Or in, whichever. It's Saturday, I wanted to see you.
( she hates hunger. it's suffocating, built like insanity, this insatiable lust that drives even the strongest of vampires to do criminal, unthinkable things. it wrenches in her gut early in the morning and late at night, makes her starved for liquid red that only comes from the life of something else -- and she hates it, all of it, but hating it doesn't make the hunger go away. if anything, it makes it passive aggressively worse.
regardless, animals don't satisfy a new vampire for too long. blood pouches are fine, but she still feels her teeth protrude when a human gets too close, eyes turned red with veins -- monstrous, but she manages. damon taught her the benefit of feeding without death, but the thought has always intimidated her -- scared her off herself, if she's being honest. elena isn't sure she could ever kill someone, but that doesn't mean the temptation wouldn't be there, liquid gold filling her mouth for sustenance, nutrition, life, all of it. blood is beautiful, that way. stolen life and life renewed, different beings but its essence is the same -- share a life force between two creatures, one the predator, and one the prey.
enter harry.
who smells unfairly good on elena's bed, sweet and kind and he makes her laugh which makes the whole situation easier, being able to tease and toy around with him, like they would if this were an ordinary circumstance. she'd never hurt harry. well -- she'd taste him, sure, and has plans to, and teeth in his neck will probably hurt, but she'd never kill him. he's too good to her, and she'd hate herself for the rest of eternity. )
So -- ( they had dinner downstairs, but snuck in fast food through the window, french fries dipped in milkshakes, which elena happily munches on, giving harry a quick once over. ) You're sure about this? Sure for sure?
The various good samaritans of Mystic Falls. Your brother thought it would be a brilliant idea to involve the blood cooler in the cellar in the fighting. Stefan's hiding out in his room. Tell Jeremy he owes us at least five pints of blood.
[ he's been ignoring and suppressing his body's hunger cues for nearly 150 years. he has no idea how he's supposed to start listening to them again, or when, to what degree... he's not made for this anymore. ]
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she's made the drive up to the old boarding house a million times now, although less so in the last few weeks due to stefan's presence. it makes her feel a little antsy whenever damon isn't by her side -- not that he's a bad guy, of course, but she imagines it has something to do with how similar she looks to katherine, the way he stares at her like he has laser vision sometimes, and could burn right through her still beating heart. occasionally there's a twinge of affection there, which is almost weirder and less preferable to the look of destruction -- i'm not katherine, she finds herself saying frequently, gazing down at her shoes and leaving through whichever door happens to be convenient at the time. damon doesn't look at her like he's expecting anything, which is always nice. he just looks like he wants her to stay the way that she is, and she's grateful for that relief among all the confusing feelings and distrust in the world. she still trusts him, definitely more than she should.
either way, the attempt at a Normal Teenage life is something elena will never stop striving towards, and she arrives at the boarding house under the intent to steal damon away to a probably boring but mostly fun date night, likely at the grill. damon's always taking her off guard, so she arrives unannounced -- though she imagines he can hear her car park in the driveway, locked with a beep as she makes her way over and knocks twice on the door.
internally, she prays stefan doesn't answer, because that'll get real awkward, real fast. )
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he'd come back to mystic falls with the express purpose of unleashing all the caged vampires on the town, leaving it to burn while he and katherine went somewhere far away and made up for all their lost time. since meeting elena, falling into a relationship with her, falling for her, he has made fewer steps toward realizing that purpose than he should have. he has the crystal, could undo the spell whenever he wants — hell, he even has elena's bennett witch best bud at his disposal — and yet. and yet, every time he thinks about it, elena comes over, and he finds himself distracted. for 145 years, he's lived with a singular goal, and now that he's close enough to that goal that he can practically taste it... he doesn't even know if he wants it anymore. being the first choice, finally, is a heady feeling, one damon isn't keen to give up so quickly. yes, he loves katherine, but she was always playing him and stefan off of each other, playing games and driving wedges between them. elena has no interest in stefan, and often seems uncomfortable even being in the same room as him. it is, if damon's honest with himself (which he tries never to be), the first time he's ever felt... good enough. like he is enough for someone, just as he is.
having to rein in his more murderous tendencies is difficult, and it's only the idea of what elena would say if he gave in to them that let mr. tanner leave town with his life (and a compulsion to never return). sometimes damon's not sure the lingering threat of elena's disapproving (or, worse, betrayed) expression will be enough to stay his hand, but so far, he's held himself in check. it doesn't do to dwell on possibilities, things he might or might not do, so damon instead lives in the moment, enjoys what he can, and revels in stefan's obvious discomfort over his relationship.
it is strange to actually be dating a normal teenaged human, resemblance to katherine aside — elena gets it into her head sometimes that they need to go on real dates and won't take no for an answer. not that damon would truly be inclined to give it, but he has must at least project the illusion of detachment, obviously feigned though it may be. when damon hears her car pull up outside the boarding house, he smirks to himself, anticipating another Normal Date Night. he blurs to the door, standing in front of it and waiting for elena to knock, and opens it promptly after her second knock.
he may be on his way to being tamed (a thought which fills him with dread, if he thinks about it too long, so he doesn't), but that doesn't mean he can't find fun in his own ways. )
Why, Miss Gilbert. What an unexpected surprise.
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not that that's something she's admitting, either. she doesn't keep secrets from him, but not spilling the entire content of her heart isn't lying, it's just -- withholding. handling the situation with care. being smart about it. anyway, she tells him i love you in quieter gestures, kisses on his cheek and wrapping her arms around his neck during the various parties around mystic hills she drags him to -- saying his name, damon, with power and pleasure, infused with every hint of emotion she's ever had towards him. all the love in the world, the doubt, the insecurity, the fierceness. every time she says damon it sounds like a promise, or maybe a plead -- i'm not leaving or don't leave me. she's not so sure.
regardless, his tendency to sneak up on her has since lost its effect, and the door opened up immediately is mostly just expected at this point. a hand wraps around the shoulder strap of her purse, lip bitten and hip popped out, while she looks to the ground for a second -- just one! -- flickering back up to meet him a moment later. )
Mister Salvatore. ( she matches him with a smile, bright and flirty, bringing up a hand to tuck some hair behind her ear. ) Hopefully not too unexpected? I was hoping we could go out. ( a shrug. ) Or in, whichever. It's Saturday, I wanted to see you.
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regardless, animals don't satisfy a new vampire for too long. blood pouches are fine, but she still feels her teeth protrude when a human gets too close, eyes turned red with veins -- monstrous, but she manages. damon taught her the benefit of feeding without death, but the thought has always intimidated her -- scared her off herself, if she's being honest. elena isn't sure she could ever kill someone, but that doesn't mean the temptation wouldn't be there, liquid gold filling her mouth for sustenance, nutrition, life, all of it. blood is beautiful, that way. stolen life and life renewed, different beings but its essence is the same -- share a life force between two creatures, one the predator, and one the prey.
enter harry.
who smells unfairly good on elena's bed, sweet and kind and he makes her laugh which makes the whole situation easier, being able to tease and toy around with him, like they would if this were an ordinary circumstance. she'd never hurt harry. well -- she'd taste him, sure, and has plans to, and teeth in his neck will probably hurt, but she'd never kill him. he's too good to her, and she'd hate herself for the rest of eternity. )
So -- ( they had dinner downstairs, but snuck in fast food through the window, french fries dipped in milkshakes, which elena happily munches on, giving harry a quick once over. ) You're sure about this? Sure for sure?
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Either come collect him, tweedle dum and tweedle dumber or come help me clean.
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At least call me and keep me company while I bleach.
( damon is a. a neat freak and b. way too easy for elena to push around. )
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punts this into the au where they're together
:D :D :D
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salt au? salt au.
[ yes as a human he's a noodle man, he will still kick your ass, elena. ]
salt au!!
okay fair enough. i promise. shoot.
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[ he's been ignoring and suppressing his body's hunger cues for nearly 150 years. he has no idea how he's supposed to start listening to them again, or when, to what degree... he's not made for this anymore. ]
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when you get hungry. minimum two times a day, maybe? better if it's three.
you know. breakfast, lunch, dinner?
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[ one bag (or person, you know, whatever you're into) is enough for any vampire, what is this eating multiple times a day?? ]
what about portion control, what's that about
i haven't had to worry about any of this shit in a century and a half, i have no idea what i'm doing
[ and he's panicking a little about it, and he's trusting elena with that panic. don't laugh. ]
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you know. eat and stop when you're full.
( that is not laughing, that is just true. )
look, i'll help you.
OOOOOOOOO you have to try a bunch of stuff to figure out what you like. doesn't that sound fun?
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