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Hiatus Post:
Hey guys! I’m going to be putting all but one (Kol) of my RP accounts on hiatus. There are a few reasons I’m going to detail under the cut, but just know that I LOVE ALL OF YOU, and this is hopefully just a break and not something more permanent.
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"I am convinced that different people awaken different beasts in you.”
Michelle K. (via tirhase)
What Goes Up // forthedesiccation
Isaac wasn’t really the kind of guy who would volunteer to work at an event like this, but when Jeremy turned his puppy dog eyes on him and asked for help, Isaac felt a certain pang in his stomach and agreed. “It’s only for a few hours, and then we’ll get to have some fun of our own.” Jeremy assured him that there would be fried food and maybe, just maybe, a little something special on the ferris wheel.
Isaac’s dark blue t-shirt clung to his back and chest as he carried one last box of carnival prizes for Jeremy’s older sister, Elena. Sweat ran down his forehead and he lifted the hem of his shirt to his hair line and wiped until it was mostly dry. Jeremy was pulled away by a pretty but overly chatty blonde girl and was currently using his strong slender arms to hang said carnival prizes on the wall behind the ring toss. Isaac liked the way Jeremy just smiled as the blonde over explained the task.
Jeremy was so calm under pressure and Isaac admired that quality. He himself was terrible under stress and he was sure he would crumble under the girl’s commands. Elena, on the other hand, was sweet and the time she and Isaac had spent together she was always considerate with his space, though she did ask too many questions about his life in Beacon Hills and how he came to Mystic Falls. The few weeks that Isaac had been in Mystic Falls were better than Isaac thought were possible and he was beginning to feel more at home. Jeremy was a saint for dealing with the basket case that Isaac was when they first met.
Isaac watched Jeremy hang the last of the bulls wearing cowboy hats and blushed when Jeremy caught him staring and grinned. He sauntered over to Isaac with his charming smile and put his hands on Isaac’s shoulders, gently massaging his fingertips over the muscles. “So, you’re not dead. That’s good.” Isaac rolled his eyes and grabbed one of Jeremy’s hands with his. “I did what you wanted, now it’s time to pay up.”
Isaac let his nose lead him to the best smelling food he could find, which happened to be a Polish dog on a stick. Jeremy got one for each of them and a couple very large cups of fresh squeezed lemonade. They ate and drank as they walked around looking at the different booths. The last time Isaac had been to a fair of any kind was when Camden was still alive and all Isaac could remember from that day was being ditched by his big brother and left to fend for himself. He was much happier to be here now with Jeremy who wouldn’t abandon him for a date.
They made their way around the fair, slowly working toward the ferris wheel. The sun had gone down at some point during their walk and the ride was lit up with a bunch of twinkling lights. “Here we are.” Isaac grinned at Jeremy as they entered the line for the ferris wheel. It wasn’t very long before a man with a cigarette between his lips secured the bar over their laps and sent them on their way to the top.
"So is it everything you imagined?" Jeremy asked. The breeze was picking up, but Isaac didn't seem like he was getting cold. In fact he was always on the verge of too hot, constantly stripping off layers under the intense Virginia sun. Beacon Hills has apparently been a much more temperate climate. Not all hot and humid days followed by muggy nights, or blistering cold. It was never in between in Mystic Falls, always one or the other. The last few weeks of having a roommate had settled well for Jeremy Gilbert. Lot's of sex wasn't a bad deal, if Isaac was one thing all the time that wasn't hot...it was horny. He had crazy stamina and Jeremy always felt like the boy could go another ten rounds when he felt like collapsing. It would be enough to give someone a complex if Isaac didn't reassure him that he'd gotten his fill.
Isaac Lahey was a bit of a puzzle, hot and cold, never leaving Jeremy with much to go on. He couldn't never pin down exactly how the other boy was feeling if it wasn't something physical. He didn't really talk about his life before -- aside from the odds and ends of random conversations. Elena and Jenna had both tried to get him to open up, and they were the two people who could always get Jeremy to spill whatever he was holding in, so it had surprised him when they'd gleaned even less information than he'd gotten. Jenna had been giving Jeremy shit the last week because Isaac wasn't in school. Jeremy begged her not to bring it up, to let him handle it, but every day that passed was just another twenty-four hours for the insecurity to creep in.
He was afraid of pushing the Isaac. The boy had no problem running away from the place he'd lived his whole life, Jeremy knew that nothing could tie him down if he made up his mind to leave. What if he pressed him about going to school and then he woke up the next morning alone. He wasn't sure what he'd do without that familiar warmth he'd grown so used to in the short time they'd been...dating? Jeremy actually wasn't sure. Another question he was afraid of asking. What were they? Roommates. Fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. Boyfriends? He just wasn't sure where they stood outside of sex. Which was good, but Jeremy wanted more than that.
"It's beautiful," Jeremy whispered as their car came to rest at the apex of the Ferris wheel. It had been the ride Isaac had gone on and on about and Jeremy was happy they were finally there. All his worries aside they had come to the carnival to have fun, and Jeremy glanced around at the empty air before pinning his brown eyes on the boy riding next to him. "You're beautiful." He slid his hand up from where it was resting on Isaac's knee to the denim stretched across his thigh. He started rubbing higher and higher in small circles, applying pressure with the palm of his hand as he leaned in to claim the other boy's mouth in a hard kiss.
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When Jeremy bumped into him Stefan grinned, his hands moving into his pockets as they walked. Maybe Jeremy was right, maybe everything would work out just fine for the both of them. Damon would at least be happy to know that when it came to his roommate so far things were going pretty well.
“Uh, I don’t know it just called to me I guess.” Stefan shrugged not sure what it had been about the school. He liked the area, the medical program, the old feel of the school and dorms. It was different from Mystic Falls, different from Whitmore where everyone from Mystic Falls seemed to flock too and most importantly if offered a fresh start socially and mentally. “Everything I guess, you?”
“Actually it came down to the Art program, it was either here or this place in Texas,” Jeremy shrugged. “I flipped a coin.” Jeremy was really starting to think that some sort of fate had intervened on his behalf. What were the odds of him ending up being roommates with someone he went to high school with? They were going to make a good team, Jeremy was certain of it, whatever he could do to help Stefan out with the social stuff would be a breeze. He was getting the sense that the other teen was a little more grounded than Jeremy himself had the habit of being. Stefan was a thinker where he was a doer; maybe that would help him stick with this college thing. He’d needed a good influence outside of his family.
The shopping trip was short and sweet, exchanging pleasant conversation; Jeremy getting all the info about campus he could from Stefan. He grabbed all the things he’d need for the foreseeable future, and hauled it all back to the dorms.
Overall he was feeling much more optimistic than when he’d first arrived. Even his schedule of mostly general education classes wasn’t getting him down too much. He had one art class he was really looking forward to, and with Stefan around he had no doubt that the semester would prove interesting.
Coffee | Forthedesiccation
Summer in Wolf Field has quickly come and passed leaving the air cool as autumn began to settle in around them. It was the time Alaric liked best, the start of classes at the college he taught at, the way he could walk to work for a few months before winter, they way his life became chaotic and busy with grades and essays to read. It was the perfect life or just about as perfect as he could think and certainly a step up from where he had been only a few years ago.
Over all Alaric Saltzman was happy.
Walking into the coffee shop he stepped in line, work bag slung over his shoulder and his mind was anywhere but in the coffee shop with him. It was on the latest project he’d assigned his students, the one that was due today and how well he hoped they’d all done.
Around him the line shifted, a movement he only caught briefly and yet acted upon stepping forward and bumping into the person in front of him. The jarring feeling of colliding with a solid and unexpected object pulled him from his thoughts.
“I’m sorry, I thought the line moved.” He apologized flashing a smile to the guy he’d literally bumped in to. “Aren’t you a student at the University?”
It had been an interesting morning to say the least. His alarm hadn’t gone off for some reason and Stefan had already left for class, so by the time he’d woken up it was well after he needed to be there. The shirt he’d wanted to wear had been dirty; in fact most of the clothes he’d bought his first day were dirty – long story short, it was coffee and then laundry day. He’d have to get his assignments from today’s classes from another student or email his professors. Better planning was going to be his priority going into next week, he was set on it. He tapped his toe idly to the song playing in the small coffee shop, about half a dozen people back in line.
Jeremy’s heart sped up as he turned to face the man who’d just bumped into him, eyes landing on a bright smile. “Uh, yeah…”Jeremy answered, words not coming easily as he processed through all the hot guys that swarmed this university. First his roommate, then his art professor, and now this tall drink of water just running right into him and recognizing him from campus. “Do we have class together or something?”
He stepped forward as the line actually moved but kept his body turned toward the man behind him, there were still a few people before he had to make his order and he already knew what he wanted. “I’m Jeremy by the way,” he grinned back as he held out his hand.
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The human next to him had a certain level of dark energy around him, a depression and death that clung to his skin and the more he looked the harder it was to un-see it. They were a lot alike in many ways, another thing that Enzo couldn’t shake now that he knew it was there. The human was hurtling himself towards death’s door like it was some kind of race with a prize to win.
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat the vampire wondered if he could do it. Could he break the very thin trust Damon had put in him by killing this human though he’d been asked not to? He’d already pushed the line, toed it so close that when Damon looked at him he could see the disgust in blue eyes and he’d never wanted to see it again.
“Great, you’ve got a hero complex.” Enzo let the words he was thinking form on his lips not sure what else to say to the depressing human in the seat next to him. Perhaps there had been a part of Enzo that had been hoping for a struggle or a fight. This however, just rushing towards the end was boring and giving the old vampire far too much time to think his actions through, something only the old him would have done.
“If you’ve been dead before you wouldn’t think you’d just be rushing towards death like this.” He shifted in the seat again glancing over at Jeremy before quickly adverting his gaze back out the window to the passing darkness around them.
Jeremy just chuckled as the vampire boiled his entire existential crisis down into a few words. “Yeah, maybe it is just a hero complex.” Jeremy let the amusement in his voice bleed into a sigh. “Or maybe it’s a victim’s complex. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’ve been kidnapped and had my life threatened in the last few years.” He reached up and slid his fingers through his hair, shaking out the unwashed strands. He hadn’t even bothered to get cleaned up from his near-death experience earlier on in the night; it was so ordinary to him.
“It’s not rushing so much, more accepting the inevitable.” Jeremy replied. The vampire was less and less agitated the longer they talked, if Jeremy could keep his foot out of his mouth than there was a chance he could survive this. He knew he was right about them, about vampires; they were victims of their amplified emotions. Being a Hunter wasn’t just finding your prey, it was also understanding them…something his father understood. There were so many questions Jeremy wanted to ask, and all of them threatened his safety. It wouldn’t be smart to dig into the past now, to pry into this man’s pain for answers. But, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t see his dad standing over Enzo and hurting him, the man he remembered couldn’t be capable of something like that.
“Did he really do those things?” Jeremy asked, it was a disgusting and morbid curiosity…not a hero’s complex at all, that was going to get him killed. So much for no foot in the mouth…“He really electrocuted you?”
Can You Hear Me
Jeremy and Alaric
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The vampire wasn’t sure if he should be intrigued or annoyed at the human asking if he was ok. On one hand Grayson never checked and that set Jeremy apart from him in so many ways that in that moment it was easy to see that he wasn’t the same man who’d spent years torturing him. On the other hand it was annoying that Jeremy was even trying to talk to him, that he was trying to make the line between him and his father much more obvious than it was in Enzo’s mind.
In response Enzo simply growled and looked out the window busying himself with watching the night around them. Finally after a growing moment of silence he turned to glare at Jeremy, dark eyes angry and hurt.
“Why come with me?” He asked accent laced with anger. “You could have told Damon or Stefan what I had in mind, what I had threatened and they would have stopped me yet you didn’t you just jumped in the car and came along. Why?”
Was it some misplaced sense of duty and honor in the kids head? That seemed likely though it only served to make him see him even more differently, that blurred line becoming clearer again.
Jeremy contemplated the vampire’s question. Yes, he could have tried to get a text to one of the Salvatore brothers, or even to his sister – although he couldn’t see himself calling her into danger, even though she rushed at it headlong just like he did. Maybe that was the answer, that he couldn’t help himself. Getting into the car with Enzo, agreeing to go with him, it just seemed like the outcome would be so much more peaceful with his agreement. Calling anyone else into it would just result in more fighting and Enzo continuing to see him as a pale reflection of his father.
“I just,” Jeremy couldn’t come to just one conclusion, but there was something there resembling the truth. “I’m done fighting the inevitable, I guess? Ever since Bonnie brought me back from the dead, it just seems like i'm barely a step ahead of it."
He turned the car onto the highway at the end of the Salvatore’s long driveway and started into town. The headlights reflected off the Mystic Falls sign, a few miles up the road Katherine Pierce had forced him to crash his car and if it hadn’t been for vampire blood he’d be dead. Damon had saved his life then, and he couldn't believe that it was all about Elena, Damon cared. Whether he was choosing too right now was another matter, but Jeremy was stuck on the thought that Enzo may still come around, decide not to end his life. Maybe Jeremy had one more day to live, five, sixty, but at the rate death was knocking at his door...he doubted it.
“It’s going to catch me anyway,” he shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his mortality resting awkwardly on his shoulders. “At least if it’s you…maybe you can find some peace or something. Man, I don’t know.” There was so much more to it than that, but perhaps that was enough. It didn’t have to be epic or important, but at least this time it felt like his choice.
There's No Place Like Home | ForTheDesiccation
Shock colored the vampires blue eyes as he was moved across the room, the sharp splatter of glass fading as he dropped the bottle somewhere between the rows of tables in shock. As his hands came out to brace himself he felt the hard edge of the pool table against his lower back, the boy on his knees before his alcohol brain could catch up.”Messy.” He groaned bewildered blues eyes looked down at the boy as he reached out to curl his hands in his messy long hair.
He needed something to steady his still spinning head as he took in the sight before his eyes. This kid was going to be the death of him, that he was sure of. “Very messy.” He purred, fingers stroking along the boys scalp, cock already coming to life at the thought of what the kid was offering.
The scent of Damon’s arousal and the feeling of his fingers digging into Jeremy’s scalp only served to drive the boy’s hand into Damon’s jeans that much faster. He ducked his head forward, slipping Damon’s shirt up with his nose and pressing his wet, open mouth against the tender skin above the vampire’s navel. He let his fangs scrape over the warm flesh while his fingers wrapped around Damon’s cock. He sucked a bruise onto Damon’s stomach as his fist found a steady rhythm, short and fast strokes. “Love you,” Jeremy breathed quietly; knowing that Damon was completely tuned into him and would be able to hear whatever he said. “Missed you so much. “ He kissed the already fading bruise and looked up in wonder at this creature he never thought to possess; sure for so long that Damon Salvatore could never have feelings for the other Gilbert.
He slowed the movement of his hand gradually, pulling Damon back from the edge before moving the fabric of his underwear aside and lowering his lips down to take everything the vampire had to offer him -- mouth wide open and greedy. He found Damon’s hip with one hand, gripping tightly to steady himself, while he used the other to wrap his slender fingers around the base of Damon’s cock.
Jeremy flicked his tongue and relaxed his jaw, letting his throat open in accommodation, a skill he'd gotten quite proficient in while they were in New York. He wanted this to be everything for Damon, pushing away the voice in the back of his mind that said he wasn’t good enough; he wanted to show Damon he wasn’t just remembering New York better than reality. He wanted Damon to want this to be his reality for a long time.
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“At least you have a major.” Stefan laughed as Jeremy finished talking. “Damon, my brother, he didn’t care what I came for. I don’t think he really cared if I even came here since it was my idea, well at first anyways.” He shrugged thinking about how now he’d rather be at home or traveling with Damon.
“That’s nice though, that he finally caved and you could come for what you want.” It was also neat being roommates with an art major. Stefan had always enjoyed writing and it would be an interesting mix of creativity.
“We came a week early because I…” He trailed off for a moment deciding if he was going to share or not. “I just have trouble fitting in some times and Damon wanted me used to everything before everyone got here. I’m not sure it helped though.” He added the last part with a smile in Jeremy’s direction.
“You’ll figure it all out,” Jeremy assured. “The world just isn’t as cut and dry as people would have us believe our whole lives. It’s stupid that you’re expected to know you’re major right away anyway.” He turned to the boy beside him, giving him a big smile. He was cute; the more time they spent together was making Jeremy all too aware of that fact. “And you’ll have me to help with all that social bullshit. Even though I shunned it in high school, all my mom’s lessons on social etiquette still sunk in. I’m pretty good with people.” He bumped his elbow into Stefan’s trying to get the serious expression to slide off his face. “My sister might even say I have the ability to be charming." Jeremy contemplated the look Elena would give him if she overheard that, all smile and wrinkled nose, and it made him chuckle.
The store loomed in front of them, the throngs of people thinning out as they got off campus and crossed the street. Overall, Jeremy was glad that he’d picked Wolf Field and not his father’s alma mater; the pressure just wouldn’t be so damn oppressive. “So what made you choose to come here? I mean there are colleges closer to Mystic Falls.”
Chili Pepper // fatherofhybrids
Nik turned his head to look at the women waiting for him, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. She had been the same one who he was planning on failing. “Thank you.” he said, directing it to Jeremy before he stood walking over to her.
"Can I help you Mrs. Abernathy?" he asked, giving her his charming smile, hands clasped behind his back as he listened to her speak about how great the class was, how she was so, with more o’s than he thought necessary, interested and how she couldn’t wait to really get into the class. Accepting her compliments and offering her his opinion on her work, he finally bid her goodbye, watching as she left the classroom, fingers still curling annoyingly in her hair. There was a reason he preferred men and that was it, right there.
Turning around he walked over to his desk, leaning against it as he looked back at Jeremy. “I am sorry for the interruption, please continue. The roads are choices you have made in your life, how will you depict the differences between good, bad and other?” He asked. It was the one thing he loved about a good artist, asking them about their work, probing into their minds about it.
The professor nodded as the girl said her peace while Jeremy’s eyes were caught up on how Nik’s hands rested clasped behind his back. He had long fingers, and slender wrists, but his hands were still strong and masculine. He seemed impatient with her, and Jeremy got the impression that when it came to something that bored him, the man might have a bit of trouble masking it. Single minded, that's what his father would have called it anyway. Jeremy thought it was cute, the way he twitched when her voice got too shrill, and kept his posture rigid until she was turning to leave. Of course, all the body language had gone right over the girls head, and she'd left feeling on top of the world.
When his professor's full attention was placed firmly back on him, Jeremy got that same warm feeling under his collar. The eyes and the intensity, it was all just too much for the freshman. He listened to the questions about his art, but he couldn't help set it aside in favor of voicing his thesis on why that girl had no idea she was being talked down to.
"It's the accent," he smiled as he voiced his reasoning. "It throws people off what you're really saying. Like that girl," Jeremy gestured to the door. "She had no idea that she was the last person you wanted to talk to, because your accent makes everything sound like..." he paused, mulling over exactly how brave he was feeling. "Like sex."
"And, as for your question about the choices. I don't want to focus on good or bad. They're all in the past, and the point of the assignment isn't to dwell. I don’t know if a choice can be one hundred percent one or the other." He glanced down to where his finger was stroking the binding of his sketch book. "Who we are is made up of our choices, and I think that’s what makes this series fit the parameters of the project. These four choices make me who I am."
There are people who cannot resist the desire to get into a cage with wild beasts and be mangled.
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via rabbitinthemoon)
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Who did the human think he was? Calling shots and changing his plan? Clearly he was more like his father than Enzo had given him credit for and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. If the idea of torturing him for hours wasn’t so appealing he’s go ahead and just off the human now. Instead however he found his feet moving forward towards the car and the open door.
“Waling would have been fine.” He huffed not liking the inferior feeling he was getting from Jeremy. It made him uncomfortable, almost like he was back under the watchful eye of Grayson Gilbert and at the thought a shudder ran down his spine. Pulling the door shut he leaned against it, an unconscious attempt to make himself smaller.
Jeremy started the engine with a quick turn of his wrist, noting the posture the vampire had slipped into. Some of the aggression had deflated out of him and Jeremy couldn't put his finger on why. Something had happened in last few minutes that just made him shake his head. He was not going to make this situation and more deranged by asking...no. His eyes slid from the dark and narrow Salvatore driveway to the brooding vampire at his side. Something really was off with him.
"Are you okay dude?"
Turning his eyes back to the road, he tried not to dwell on what the hell he was thinking, or what was wrong with him? It was like if he wasn't on death's door compromising the sacrifice made for his life, if he wasn't tempting fate once again, then he wasn't living. He was Jeremy Gilbert, alive, and this man wanted to change that. So what was making him go along with this? Was he so morbidly curious about the things that his father was capable of? The things he must be capable of.
When I inevitably end up doing a star wars au you can all blame Helen.
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The human was agreeing and though pushing past him raised a spike of anger from the vampire he shoved it down and following behind Jeremy. They couldn’t go too far, Enzo didn’t drive and he didn’t trust the human to do so either.
“Just outside of town, I have a hotel room there.” He growled passing by Jeremy and heading down the long driveway confident this time that Jeremy would follow. “We don’t have much time, I’m sure your little witchy friends and annoying sister will try and find where you got off too.”
Had it been up to him he’d gladly give up revenge on Wes to take this human with him as his personal revenge against the Gilbert family. A smirk crossed his lips as he entertained himself with the thought of how Damon would react to hearing that piece of information.
Jeremy frowned at the vampire's back and glanced over at his car. He wasn't contemplating it, he was now firmly attached to the idea that he could change Enzo's mind about this, he was just wondering why they couldn't drive. Walking miles to be tortured by a vengeful vampire didn't sound like the most appealing thing to him. He walked calmly toward his car, heartbeat steady, he didn't want Enzo to think he was trying to escape. "Let's take my car, then nobody will even know I was here, and nobody will suspect I saw you."
He didn't add that Enzo, the man that had already tried to kill him once tonight, would probably top any most wanted list for his disappearance. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the doors, not bothering to check how this change in game plan was settling with his captor. He slid into the car and leaned over to open the passenger side door.
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“Uh I plan on it.” Enzo said exasperation lacing his words when Jeremy told him to show him what it had been like. That was why he was taking the human with him, though something in the kids head still was registering that he had some sort of an option here.
“Did you miss the part where you coming with me wasn’t an option?” He asked narrowing his eyes in annoyance and fixing them on the human in question. He’d personally thought he’d made his demand pretty damn obvious.
Stepping forward he invaded the human’s personal space reaching up to finger one of the bruises on the side of his face. “What you’ve been through, what your friends have been through, it’ll be nothing compared to the havoc I bring them if you don’t come with me or shall we flip a coin and see who goes first….the sister or the girlfriend?”
Enzo was sick of playing games and was ready to get down to business now, something that Jeremy’s lack of listening was getting in the way of and really there was only so long that the vampire would be patient.
His verbal surrender wasn't enough Jeremy realized as Enzo descended upon him, he wanted him to fall into line.The hard press of fingers into the sensitive bruised skin on his cheek made him wince and duck away, the threat to Elena and Bonnie making his anger spike with the shot of pain to his jaw. "I said I'd go didn't I!" He spat, eyes blazing into Enzo's.
"If you think this is going to fix what's broken, then lets go." Jeremy walked passed the vampire, slamming his shoulder into the other man's on his way by. He stalked out the door of the boarding house and into the cool night air. There was a huge chance he was in over his head, and he might not make it out of this alive, but there was something he couldn't describe, some sick curiosity about his father -- or some hero complex he wished he wasn't cursed with. Damon had changed for the better...well back for the worse, but it was possible to make a vampire see that revenge wasn't the right answer.
"Where to then?" Jeremy asked, trying to mask the undercurrent of fear he was feeling creep in.
Can You Hear Me // bourbonwithasideofstake
Jeremy’s question brought a frown to Ric’s features. Damon had opened up to him one drunken night about a lot of things, things he didn’t really want to share with Jeremy. It just wasn’t his place to, even here as a ghost it would feel like too much of a betrayal to the confidence his friend had in him.
“Damon didn’t have an easy human life Jere.” He said softly in way of an explanation. “One day he might tell Stefan and it will be up to him if he wants to tell you but it’s not my place. Please, respect that for me and just know that Damon isn’t spiteful without reason.”
Jeremy could see the conflict in the worried lines of Ric's face and he felt guilty for pressing him. Whatever Damon's issue was, it was clear that it wasn't something Ric felt comfortable sharing with him. Jeremy sighed, it came down to trust. He had to trust in Stefan and he had to trust in the truth of Ric's words. Nodding his head along to the older man's pleading words, he replied, "I get it, it's okay." Jeremy shifted closer, fighting that urge to throw his arms around the other man.
"I just don't think I can lose him Ric," Jeremy admitted, body filled with nervous tension. "If it comes down to something drastic, I just don't know who I'll be in a situation like that, who am I now without him?"
Everything about his continued existence was tied into his relationship with Stefan, there was nothing he cared about more than them being together.
