Darkness;

”It’s a good thing I’m not selling them then, huh?”

Airiana smirked leaning in the doorway of his home. ”Damon Salvatore. You haven’t aged a day.”

#c: ariana #here bitch nugget

Damon smirked at her, this was a face he hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Well you know, with the whole immortality thing --what are you doing here?"

fatedttoendure

elena eyes the book as it falls, not lingering

long enough to discern an actual title—just enough for it to pique her curiosity. she tries to figure damon out, tries to restrict him to the title of enemy or the title of a monster—and it isn’t so hard to do. damon makes it easy enough for her; he’s good at being the villain, fits into the role of monster too easily. but then there is damon, damon who reads and damon who jokes and damon who teases. damon who banters with her and damon who keeps looking at her like that, like he’s seen way too much.

” I don’t believe that. “

the words are out before she can stop them; she doesn’t mean to let them go—this is damon. damon who cares for nothing but himself and damon who kills people impulsively and damon who reads.

but she doesn’t believe it. she isn’t sure why she doesn’t. maybe because’s there’s still a glimmer of the man she talked to that night at the lockwood function, right before he sunk his fangs into caroline’s back. there’s still a glimmer of the man who helped her do dishes, who loved katherine, too. or maybe that was all just apart of the act. but maybe it isn’t.

” isn’t that what you’re doing, hovering? you can’t really be here just to ruin stefan’s life—

unless you have an actual reason for being here.“

#c: elena #i actually liked this reply #woop

”Believe what you want, doesn't make it anymore true. I mean, there was also a time you believed Vampires didn't exist yet --here we are"

He states with a tight smile and a flash of his eyes, hands forged for breaking bones and snapping necks motioning around them. There's a hint of irony to his words, she believes hes a monster--and he is, he plays his part well, but there are layers to Damon Salvatore that no one gets to see--not even his own brother. The world they live in isn't always so black and white, so right and wrong, one day she'll get it, she'll wake up and see the world in color. Realize that even the villains can be the hero when they want to be. But until then he'll enjoy playing the bad guy, watch as has everyone fooled.

"I have my reasons, not that they concern you."

He almost sang the last part of his sentence picking the book back up and shifting his attention back to the pages--well not really, his attention was still completely on Elena. Not that she knew that. Katherine. He's back for Katherine. Not that anyone but him gets to know that, either. He's too paranoid she'll be used as leverage. And Damon can't afford not being in control of the situation. Next to his impulsive, sarcastic, and murder like tendencies it was one of his greatest faults.

fatedttoendure

there’s something there. something in the

way that he’s looking at her. it’s… different. not the way stefan looks at her, not really. matt never looked at her like that, either. she can’t put a finger on it, can’t define it anymore than she can define the rest of the craziness that’s stumbled upon her. vampires. witches. it’s maddening. damon is maddening. he’s wrong. all wrong. she hates it. she hates the way he walks around as if he’s unaffected, hates the way he looks at her;

like he knows.

what, she isn’t sure.

” He’s not my knight in shining—whatever.“

no. he’s a vampire.

so no. stefan wasn’t going to be whisking her away anywhere. besides. she was human. not helpless. and if damon wanted to kill her, he would have. but he didn’t. for whatever reason, he hadn’t killed her. maybe because he was waiting for the right moment, waiting to make her dying breath sound like an apology. but mostly, she felt like it had something to do with the way he looked at her, even now—

a riddle she didn’t expect to figure out anytime soon.

” ———Where is he? “

"No idea--contrary to popular belief I actually don't care what Stefan does, I'm not his baby sitter. Besides, you shouldn't hover, Elena, it's not attractive."

he quipped, dropping the book in his lap, amusement twinned with a sly smirk plastered on his face. He wondered when Stefan was going to tell her, he'd got it before--kind of, Stefan wanted her to remain oblivious to their dark blood drenched world, it was stupid and hopeless but Damon got it. Now though--now there was no reason for him to keep Katherine and Elena's eery resemblance a secret. Unless of course he was scared she'd flee due to a belief that was the only reason he was even with her to begin with.

#idk #but #here #c: elena

fatedttoendure

a roll of doe-eyes, an arch of a thin brow—irritation engraved in her vanity; damon, being, well, damon. she doesn’t expect any more, really. it’s damon. in all the craziness and instability that comes along with the glory of the supernatural, she can always count on damon to be a first rate jackass. he’s reliable that way, at least.

she has to remind herself that damon is anything but reliable, that the frustration she’d come to recognize as something of a comfort can quickly turn lethal.

she wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place—and stefan wasn’t here, so obviously that was her cue to leave vampires she could deal with. sort of. maybe. damon, however, was a red stop sign glaring her in the face.

she thinks to come up with a quip of her own, but then remembers that vicki’s dead, that matt and her brother will never know why—

she’s supposed to hate damon. that’s how to works.

&she’s certainly not supposed to be playing into his little game.

” —— i’m here to see stefan. is he here? “

#oh look lex is coding #lets see how long this lasts

His blue eyes lazily drag up to her face, funny how she's a mirror image of Katherine, a constant reminder, yet the second she opens her mouth he remembers she's not her. Katherine is still locked in a tomb, tucked away where he can't have her. And some how as some sort of sick and twisted joke from the universe, despite the fact that she is the exact opposite of everything Katherine was, he can feel himself slipping under Elena's spell too... --and he can't have her either.

"If he was don't you think he'd be down here already whisking you away from my dark wrong doing presence?"

#c: elena

"We're good on bibles, --so thanks, but no thanks."

You should knock (me down with your feels)

This wasn’t real, Airiana kept telling herself, yelling at herself. None of this was happening and she was just drunk. She was passed out in her hotel room and this was just a really terrible nightmare. None of this was actually happening. It couldn’t be. It hurt too much.

Damon felt like a snake, coiling himself around her and choking her, hissing in her ear all of her insecurities. She could literally taste the alcoholic aroma being exchanged within the little space between them. She needed to move, get away, protect herself, do something but all she found that she was capable of being was frozen.

Like a dog, she whimpered, weak like she always knew she was. The brunette finally broke his gaze, shaking her head and looking away as if that might save her from his words. As if that might provide her some condolence, something to hold onto but it only made things worse. It only made her feel trapped once again, like she was looking out on the rest of the room that was her freedom, and she was still stuck here beneath his voice, quivering and quaking in his grasp.

"No, no, no," The girl cried, tugging lightly on her wrists, a sad last attempt at breaking free. She bit her lip, looking up at the ceiling as if finally swallowing the truth down her throat. The vampire pulled her closer, whispering understanding but Airiana still didn’t care, she wished she could’ve just stayed angry. Wished she didn’t waste her stakes before hand, and killed him now.

Once again Damon’s speech drew her gaze and the intensity of his stare kept her eyes locked on his- mesmerized by the way they glimmered with certainty. She shook her head, slinking down slightly, knees bending beneath the weight of her sorrow. “No…” She cried quietly, wanting to leave him. “Please no.” The human murmured, shutting her eyes as a few more silent tears followed. “I don’t wanna feel like this.." She said in a hushed tone, silent sobs racking her body with little tremors. Her words were mixed whimpers, little sounds of desperation and complete despair.

This was why Airiana Saltzman did not cry.

Because she knew she might never stop.

#this is horrid #ariana #i am sorry #bUT FEELS

Damon stayed quiet, he wasn't entirely sure what else to do. Again, this was Elena's thing, not Damon's. Damon was the tough love, tell you what's on his mind type and not a lot of people could handle that. He knew Ariana could, she didn't like it but she could take it. He just quietly held on to her as she cried, not knowing her well enough to tuck her to his chest and hold her head like he did for Elena so many times. Damon was silent comfort. He spoke when words were needed and shared the silence when they weren't. That was his thing. He'd said all he needed to say, anything further would just be reiterating himself, so now it was time for a little silence.

Nothing but the hard and strong beating of her heart, the sound of blood rushing through her veins the more worked up she got filled his ears. And it stayed like that, stayed like that for a while. Eventually, maybe not today, or tomorrow, or next week, hell it might take a month, maybe even two--she was just starting to let herself accept it. That Ric was gone. And he wasn't coming back, she wasn't alone--he knew somewhere deep down she knew that, if she'd just stuff her pride and let herself care about Elena, she'd be there for her, like no one ever had before. She'd treat her like a little sister and Ariana would know the love of another. Just like Elena had shown Damon. Ariana's love with Elena would be different of course, like that of a sibling, but she'd still know it. Because Elena Gilbert's love was like freight train, it was fast and powerful, and you never saw it coming until the sound was racing down the tracks and by then it was too late. You were in too deep.

You should knock (me down with your feels)

Boom, boom, went the canons raging on in Airiana’s heart. Catapoulting they went, ripping through, and shredding everything in their path. Damon Salvatore was lethal. Damon Salvatore was gun powder that she’d incidentally lit herself.

Her heart was beating so fast, she couldn’t wrap her mind around what was happening, where she was, how she got so mad, where her head stung like she’d just gotten hit. She shook in his grip, trying to breathe but somehow it was all so much. Too much.

Upon realizing she was trapped, cornered, locked in his grip she began to fight again, panic slicing her like a knife. “STOP! STOP IT! LET ME GO! GOD DAMMIT DAMON! LET ME GO! FUCKING STOP IT, JUST!- STOP SPEAKING! STOP! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT, JUST SHUT UP!”

Her body shook with sobs, she didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to listen. Didn’t want to be forced to listen. As much as she tried to ignore it, Damon reminded her of her father. Violent, and strong and it scared her to death. The grip on her wrists, the proximity, the alcohol stained breath, it was all too familiar.

"STOP! LET ME GO! I HATE YOU! YOU FUCKING LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! I’LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW DAMON! STOP IT! STOP!" No matter how hard she tried, she was locked in place with his strength. He held her down like an anchor, drowning her while somehow keeping her afloat. The grip was secure she had to make sure she didn’t get it confused with safety, because she wasn’t safe. Not at all. Not in her mind. Safe was away from the truth, in a distant land filled with bourbon and stakes. Airiana didn’t want to mistake being pinned down and being forced to listen as some sort of safety harness.

Damon Salvatore was not safe. He was dangerous, and manipulative and cruel, and he’d get inside your head the moment you opened your mouth just to see you crumble.

"I DON’T WANT TO GET THROUGH IT!" She screamed suddenly, finally meeting his eyes from longer than a second. "BECAUSE IF I GET THROUGH IT THAT MEANS HE’S REALLY GONE. IF I GIVE UP THAT MEANS HE’S REALLY DEAD. IT MEANS I’VE ACCEPTED THAT HE’S GONE AND I DON’T WANT TOO OKAY! FUCK YOU DAMON! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!” The girl screamed, shuttering as she yelled.

Airiana seered with white hot anger. Drowned with her tears and sorrow. She hated this, she hated this feeling. Crying, shaking, screaming, weak- all of it she hated. But there was nothing else to say. Nothing left for her to scream in his face, nothing left for her to yell. She was only crying now. Just accepting defeat. Just being. It was her lose for words that made her stop. For once in her life, Airiana Saltzman didn’t have anything to say. Couldn’t muster a coherent thought even if she wanted.

She just stood there, locked in Damon’s grasp as her breathing slowed, though still audibly loud. The girl peered up into his eyes, the intensity of their blue hue captivating her all the while being the only thing she could look at because of his grasp.

She broke her own rules, Airiana did. She said she wouldn’t find relief, not in his arms, not like this. She promised herself she wouldn’t relax because she felt safe, because she wasn’t. Yet here she was, somehow beginning to time her breathing with his as if it were supposed to be some condolence. It sickened her, but strangely all she felt was relief.

Life was one big tornado for Airiana, wasn’t it? It started with a blue sky, and then there came a cloud. And that cloud stirred her up and elicited a storm and that storm because an unstoppable wind that whooshed in violent circles, picking up even more strife and destruction that it had in the first place.

Tornado, fire, girl, it didn’t matter what Airiana was. She was hell bent on a path to self-destruction and Damon was jeering her off the road to somewhere unbeknownst to her.

Damon’s comment on the bourbon snapped her to her senses. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at first, eyes still locked on the ocean blue orbs occupying those dark damn holes in his skull. Airiana continued to breathe somewhat heavily, still unable to find oxygen.

"I hate you…" She whispered in reply, unable to pick up on his typical sarcasm.

He let her continue to scream, she made sense, he supposed. But living in denial wasn't going to help, she had to accept it. There was no other way for it to work, she couldn't spend her life drowning everything in a bottle of alcohol. Sure Damon sat at the grill for about three or four months after Rics death, keeping that damn stool to his left empty, pouring two glasses of bourbon, both of which he wound up drinking, but the difference between Airana and Damon was that he moved on. He supposed it was easier for him because he had his brother--and Elena. He had the two most important people in his life, all Ariana had, had was Ric. And he was gone.

But that was over a year ago, she needed to move on. He understood that she didn't want to, that she'd needed him but that didn't change that what she wanted to do and what she needed to do were two entirely different things. "I know." he muttered, her pulled her closer to him still "I know." He added honestly, sincerity in his voice as he spoke--in his eyes as they fixated on hers. "But telling yourself he's not dead isn't going to make it true." he added "What you want doesn't matter. You think Ric would want you to sit around wasting your life away? You think he'd want to watch you like this?" Damon asked, brows creasing as he studied her "You don't want to hear it but I don't care, I'm gonna keep saying it over and over again until you finally accept it, I'm gonna drive it into that thick skull of yours until you finally let yourself thank me--I don't care if it's not until you're ninety--or even after you're dead, one day you're gonna realize you wasted half your life mourning someone who didn't want to be mourned--not like this." he finished, face inches from hers.

#ariana #FEEEELLLLSSSS

You should knock

It was like fire.

No, she was the fire. That much she was sure of. She was always fire, for as long as she could remember. She had to be. Her soul burned with the passion of blue flame dancing in the night. Airiana couldn’t breathe. There was too much smoke hanging all around her. It was like a massive darkness following her everywhere she went. The wisps of hell were choking her, hands, claws, tail, whatever Satan had, wrapped around her neck intent on killing her.

Damon was gasoline, and Airiana was a match. And god damn, his words had really dragged her across the switch this time. It only took a spark, a teeny tiny extra push to get her to react. That’s all it took with her, she was easy like that.

She couldn’t even process it really. Couldn’t even really focus on the words themselves. Yet through this deafening collection of words, she could hear so clearly what he was saying. And she could cover her ears all she wanted, plug them up, cut them off, it didn’t matter what she did. He’d still get them through her thick skull.

Her hands began to shake.

"Yeah Damon!?! C’mon, don’t stop now!" She shouted, kicking the bottle of bourbon away from her hard so that it cracked against the wall, several large pieces of glass darting away. The girl had gotten up, immediately up in his face, any previous fear long since dissipated. The fire burning in her eyes was evident. So completely, evident. "C’mon! Keep em’ coming! What fucking else do you have to say, Damon?!" With this, she pushed at his chest, the vampire barely wavering in her pursuit.

"Fuck you, Damon! Fuck you, and Alaric! And Elena! And everyone fucking else from fucking Mystic Falls!" The brunette was wild with rage, fury churning in her her lungs making it difficult for her to breath. Fire burning in her heart making her pulse run rampant. She kept trying to shove him though, despite her lack of success- punching and hitting at the boulder that was Damon Salvatore.

A girl challenging a bull.

"FUCK YOU DAMON! Who the fuck do you think you are?! I’ll fucking kill you, I’ll kill you!" She could feel it now, tears. They blurred her vision making it hard for her to see, that’s how she knew. When she was so hot with anger that she couldn’t see.

"Who the fuck do you think you are comparing my pain to hers! Or yours, or anybodys! Who the fuck do you think you are using your fucking girlfriend to prove me wrong!"

"Alaric hates me! Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I know that I held him back his entire life because I couldn’t deal with my dad on my own? Don’t you think I knew that he left because he was sick of me and his brother?!" She couldn’t breathe now. No matter how many gulps of air she took, it was all just heaving; unable to retain the oxygen around her.

"How fucking dare you! How dare you try to pull that crap on me! ELENA HAD THE WHITE PICKET FENCE DAMMIT!" She screamed, continuing to pound at his chest. "SHE HAD THE PRISSY ASS MOTHER FUCKING CHEER LEADING UNIFORM WHILE I HAD ALCOHOL BREATHED IN MY FACE AND SHATTERED GLASS AT MY FEET!"

Airiana was crying now.

She was definitely crying now. She couldn’t help herself. It had just completely racked her body. A force that was so powerful it hit her when she was most vulnerable.

"I DIDN’T LOOSE PEOPLE BECAUSE THERE WEREN’T ANY FOR ME TO LOOSE! I ONLY HAD ONE AND NOW HE’S GONE TOO. AND GOD FUCKING- YOU DON’T KNOW ME DAMON! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENED TO ME, AND I DON’T WANT YOU TOO. I DON’T WANT YOU COMPARING ME TO HER, AND I SURE AS HELL DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF ALARIC-" She had to stop, catch her breath. And she couldn’t, tears squeezed through her eyes and dropped countlessly from her face in her frenzied hysterics.

#ignore katherines hand lmao #ariana #idk what this was tbh

He let her come at him, unflinching--no movement. He stood still, like a statue, like a punching bag, not like it would leave permanent damage. She shoved at him, he barely budged, fists flew at his chest, beating into him, still he barely budged, she screamed in his face, bourbon on her breathe, the smell was sharp against his senses. Her voice was loud--almost too loud for his heightened hearing, but still, Damon Salvatore didn't budge.

She needed to get it out, he knew that, hell all it took was one look at her the day they met to know she was harboring a deep pain, one that clawed at her from the inside out, one so similar to his own. The demon that lurked in the back of his mind, waiting, preying, ready to take him down and swallow him whole like a storm raged sea. Similar to the darkness he'd allowed himself to drown in the night he'd lost Elena.

He was registering her words, though his gaze stayed calm and collected as he watched her, watched the anger, the fire inside, her take its toll, first it burned hot and fast, ready to tear everything down in its path but then it changed and began to burn slow, her emotions--grief--pain everything hitting her all at once. At some point he grabbed her wrist, jerking her to him to still her, cool blue eyes locking onto hers. "Ric doesn't hate you. Don't do that to yourself." he said calmly, voice almost swallowed by her own screams, but sooner or later she'd quiet down to try and listen to him speak.

"You're human. You live, you love, you hate and you grieve. You don't have eternity, Ariana." he added, still holding her wrists to keep her from flailing about, his grip was tight but not aggressive, just enough to keep her in place. "You're pissed because I'm right and you know it, you just don't want to hear it. You're pissed because of things you can't change. But that's life. And life is a bitch, but you're stronger than this so get it together and push through, wipe the dirt off your knees and stand back up." he finished, gaze still locked with hers. This was not Damon's area of expertise, this was Elena's thing, not his. But Elena wasn't here and neither was Ric, so here he was picking up the pieces, like he had so many times before, for Elena, Jeremy, his brother. Here he was trying to make things better, it was like slapping band-aids on a shot gun wound but she'd get there. Some day. She just needed someone to put her back on track. And how the hell he ended up being that person was just beyond him. "By the way you owe me a new bottle of bourbon." he added, gaze shifting from her over to the broken one, his attempt at trying to lighten the mood no matter how futile.

You should knock

She scowled at him, pursing her lips at his mention of Ric. “Yeah well, I’m not very good at listening.” Airiana murmured, rolling her eyes. She felt herself instinctively tense as he approached her, a direct result of their recent quarrel. Though, it was probably better that the human was on guard rather than unsuspecting and vulnerable. Airiana could smell the scent of alcohol on his breath, fresh and cool. She suspected hers smelled just the same, perhaps maybe less in her efforts to control her breathing by doing so through her nose. Let’s just say Airiana had learned a thing or two about proximity and Damon Salvatore…

The sudden shift in the vampire’s tone suddenly made Airiana feel very tense. Her shoulders stiff in self-protection, eyes glued to the ice of his. Airiana could feel her heart beat in her chest, steady but intense. Damon tended to elicit that from her lately; intensity. And not the good kind either.

"I wish you did." She snarled lowly, eyes staying intent on his for several moments. The huntress kept them there, she had nothing to loose. Freebies were for people who cared about their lives, in which, Airiana did not. Alaric was dead and to be quite honest, Airiana was sure if she died she’d see him at some point. Maybe. Who knew. That was the uncertainty with death.

Once again, she recognized the sweet aroma of alcohol standing in the air between them. She was sure they were close enough to sense any type of movement between the two despite her less than glamorous capabilities as a human. It was the intoxicating stench that finally drove her away- drudging up too many memories of the alcohol stained breath of her childhood. And he (Damon) too was just as dangerous. She backed away from him, keeping his stare before walking to the opposite side of the room and slinking down the wall.

She took a slug of the drink, reveling in the burn of the liquid as it traveled down her throat. The girl just looked on at Damon, waiting for his next move, whatever it was.

#lmao oops #ariana #idk what htis is

"So I've noticed." he replied with a bit of an eye roll. As she spoke again his jaw involuntarily clenched, annoyance swimming through his eyes as she turned away. "You're worse than Stefan, with the brooding and self pity--actually no you're worse than Jeremy, with the poor me, I'm so emo crap. The world does not stop spinning because you lost someone. You're still alive Ariana. Despite everything ,you're still here. And what do you think Ric would do right now if he could see you?" He asked, slowly moving over to where she sat against the wall "Do you think he'd pride you for going on a suicide mission? Do you think he'd greet your stupid ass on the other side with a hug and a 'hey its good to see you!'. No he wouldn't, in fact he'd be pissed as hell. Life sucks. People die. And you move on. That's just how it works, Ariana." he added, voice rising a bit the more pissed off he got. "Elena has lost everything and everyone she's ever loved. Her mom, her dad, her birth parents, Aunt Jenna, Jeremy, Bonnie, Ric, hell she even lost her own life but she kept fighting. Her life is a never ending funeral but you don't see her throwing it all away. Get it together, stop acting like life has stopped, like you can't move on. It's pathetic. And stupid." he finished. He needed a drink. Why was he always the one baby sitting? This wasn't his job, this wasn't his kid or his niece or hell even his responsibility but he supposed he owed it to Ric. So here he was acting like the parent, again, like he had for Jeremy so many times.

You should knock

The brunette bit onto the inside of her lip as she watched the vampire glide over to his dresser with a certain nonchalance that irked her a bit. As he spoke, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his words. More specifically, the misnomber of referring to her as “little Ric.”

"Don’t call me that." She snapped, grinding her teeth a little harder now. Even if Damon wasn’t the most preferred company (actually far from it) he was still company, and that more than she’d had in a while. And despite his imperil qualities she had recognized that if Ric had hung around him for long enough, she could too. Furthermore, it was her duty (but not her honor) to honor Ric in sharing a drink with his former drinking companion.

Once again, Airiana had to restrain herself from lurching out at him. No, none of this was her fault. He was the dick in this. He was the antagonist, not her (or so she’d like to think). “First off, I’m not bent out of shape.” She replied, walking back over with the same confidence she had before, snatching the bottle from his hands. Pulling off the top with her teeth, she spat it onto the ground, professing her defiance by shooting him an irritated scowl and taking a rather large first gulp of the drink (though when could one ever have too large of a first sip).

"Secondly, I gave you what you deserved. If you’d like more than that, just ask. I will happily oblige." She bowed curtly in his direction and took another out of breath swig.

"And it is your fault for attacking me. You could’ve taken out all your pent up anger and emotion on your therapist or something."

Damon rolled his eyes at her as he shrugged on the shirt "In my defense I warned you, you're the idiot that wouldn't back off. Sometimes I think you're worse than Ric. Then again, Ric had to learn the hard way too." he replied giving her a bit of a taunting smirk. Damon lifted a brow, face clearly unamused by her threat as he walked over to stand in front of her "Like I said, you only get one freebie. Don't let it go to your head." he warned, a flicker of danger rolling through his ocean blue eyes.

"And just for the record" he added swiftly taking the bottle from her, hesitating just before the neck reached his lips "I warned you not to push me--at least own up to the fact that you should have kept that snarky little mouth shut. I mean, I know I'm a dick." he added before taking a swig and pushing the bottle against her chest for her to take, swallowing the amber liquid as his gaze locked with hers. "You're lucky I didn't kill you." he added, not a drop of humor in his voice.

#ariana #fjiodfjoisdjfsd

You should knock

I like you better when you’re in murderous revenge mode—philosophical Damon is exhausting.

Fine—say that I do like her. Say that the attraction is there and you get to be right and all is well in the world. None of that matters if she’s dead come next time Marcel’s on a ‘hail Mary’ mission. The doppelganger spell bought Davina a free pass—never said anything about the rest of us.

Marcel, Klaus, and the rest of their posse is circling like a lion waiting for fresh meat—and we’re in enemy territory.

#hes not gonna know who any of these people are lmfao #enzo #i cant

Are you serious right now? Who do you think's been trying to kill Elena and use her all powerful doppelganger blood for evil? Klaus. And who do you think's kept her alive? Me. Don't use danger as an excuse not to be with her you idiot, use it as an excuse to be with her. Life's too short--well for a human--to screw around. Honestly I don't know how you'd survive without me. I'm like the Sherlock to your Watson. Or the Starsky to your Hutch.

You should knock

I wasn’t so sure you thought it was feasible to put anything nicely.

She’s a witch. I’m a vampire. And in the time I’ve known her, I’ve somehow managed to convince her to be an enemy to Marcel, do a potentially fatal spell, and go up against her coven. Hardly time to be admitting anything—providing there’s something to admit.

#i feel so weird talking about my character lmfao #enzo #fjisodjsoijfsoijfd

Damon scoffed Well. I can tell you right now you're not giving that girl far enough credit. You didn't convince her of everything. Marcel killed her mother in front of her, and possibly her father--according to what she told Elena, pretty sure that's enough to bloom hatred for that dick bag from anyone. As for her coven, well she never really seemed to be on board with the whole abracadabra kill the doppelgangers and rein hell on a bunch of scary Vampires. She's not stupid.

You should knock

You seem to be very informed for someone who was just months ago preparing the I’m not good enough speech.

Aren’t you supposed to be in the Bahamas or Cape Horn around this time? I figured you’d have taken Elena and whisked her off the second your wounds healed.

#enzo #jfisodjoisdfjosdjfiosjfosdjf

Blah blah blah, all I hear is you trying to be a dick to direct the direction of the convo. Been there, done that, wrote the book.

All I'm saying is--well to put it nicely, quit being an idiot and at the very least, admit it to yourself.

You should knock

You’re hardly a good judge of character, mate.

Oh, yes. The ‘big Elena love.' Tell me about that. I want to understand it.