𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖉.
when he speaks the fateful truth she cannot deny it. the understanding between them developed slowly, thoughtfully, because there was so much darkness around. they had no choice but to walk into this with their eyes open, the trust earned and not simply given. whatever they were, it was built against a universe in which they should have never met to begin with. their feelings should have never gotten here; to where elena breathes and damon feels it, where damon speaks and elena knows every facet of what he means. the push and pull of what the other actually needs is a taut string, waiting to be severed by one of them going too far. but for the first time since she met him, elena doesn’t believe it will be damon who could ruins things. even with his demons, the impulses and urges he has to fight every day and often doesn’t, it’s her that is closer to pushing them off a cliff. one way or the other, her actions will set the scene of what comes next; and for the first time in an agonizingly categorical life of grief, elena lets her guard fall against the one person, a vampire, who could end that life altogether. the one monster who has wanted to for truly vengeful reasons. damon’s love was not pure, it was forged. “ i’ve always known who you are, ” she replies, the setting sun sending a golden hue around them. “ you didn’t hide. ” for better or worse, damon was honest. he did what he said he would, he spoke vitriol without warning or apologies. “ and now i don’t want to either. we haven’t made each other weak, damon. ” doe eyes look into his, slowly leaning in as their lips meet. she couldn’t help it. the idea of the moment, of kissing him, swept through her entire body and wouldn’t be fought. when she pulls back, elena speaks softly. “ we’re falling in love. you see it, don’t you? ”
she is dancing with the devil. flirting with danger. flirting with death. he tried everything he could to make her realize he’s no good for her. showed her every bit of his darkness and yet she stayed. worse, she fell for him. saw the good in him. he can’t stand her compassion, her gentleness, her humanity - and yet . . . it is everything he admires about her. ‘’ you need to take a step back. ‘’ he tells her, a bare whisper that leaves fleshed lips. again, another warning given. she moves closer, the rhythm of her human heartbeat echoes around him, loud and clear. he swallows, his gaze cold and his body is tensed, slowly beginning to realize it’s him who’s afraid now. terrified of all the things he might do to her. his mind : a dark place. yet, when her soft and delicate lips finds his, all is forgotten. he wanted nothing more than to hold on to his anger, his hatred, his pain. but now, he just wants to hold on to her. for dear life. he takes in her words, hues flickering back and forth between her own, a mixture of hesitation and desperation written all over him. ‘’ elena - i don’t.. ‘’ he leaves a trail of words behind, cursing underneath his breath, before he closes the distance, his lips finding hers. gentle, lingering, simple but sweet, before deepening the kiss. he’s completely mesmerized, aware of the feelings : attacking him. overtaking him entirely. hands settled upon her waist, forehead resting against her own, lips brushing against her softer ones. ‘’ i despise the word love. i don’t think i’m capable of such thing. ‘’ eyes shut, giving his head a little shake, but still holding her close. he wants her close. needs her close. ‘’ i need you to understand - i never did this before. i never felt this before. but whatever this is, i want it with you. just you. ‘’















