( 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.
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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.