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"You’re a complete mess. Look at you!" Eva exclaimed, raising her eyebrows in shock, "Drowning your sorrows away with the very bourbon that Damon used in his times of despair," Her tone turned convincingly soft - one of Eva’s many talents that she developed over the course of dealing with her mother’s death and creating a fake persona to the world, "Staking yourself, isn’t the answer. You must be strong!”
Eva pumped a small fist into the air before pouring herself another drink. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders: her promise towards her father that she would make Damon pay for what he had done had finally been paid. But more importantly, the people that Eva loved were finally safe. She didn’t need to worry about Damon taking anyone away from her.
"Well, it’s not like I could have helped myself," Eva pointed out innocently, "Besides, who I am to pass up the opportunity of watching Damon squirm in pain as he played Russian Roulette with his own beloved bourbon collection,” She brought her lips up into a half smile, "If you want, I’ll sell some of Damon’s stuff and use the money to buy you a few bottles of bourbon to replace the ones I ruined."
The idea sparked an interest in her, after all, it wasn’t as though Damon was going to need any of his stuff. She would have gladly burned it all if she didn’t have an intense phobia towards fires. Her gaze shifted towards the fire place, though her train of thought was suddenly broken once Laela’s voice filled her ears.
"As much as I would’ve loved to drive a stake through his heart, I’d preferred to make him suffer first ,” Eva added after a moment of silence, “I’ve watched all the Saw movies, so I’m sure I would have been able to think up some master mind gruesome torment-thing for him to endure before his life ended.”
{ ♖ } —-;: "I know right, 's a vicious cycle'a manpain and woe," she agreed, "will the fuckin' sufferin' never end goddamn it." she mock-yelled, dramatically shaking her fist, deciding not to smash the glass fro dramatic flare, it was a nice glass. "I know, somehow I shall have to live on after th' death of the man who ruined my life. only time can heal th' pain. Give me a sec." she said, standing still for a few seconds, as if she was in deep thought "Uhp, 'nd I think time just healed it."
Laela knew she was being distasteful, she knew that other people would miss the older Salvatore uncle, one of them being one of her closest friends, but she didn't care right now. For her, this was a celebration. It was finally over. She could finally return to her childhood home in the sound knowledge that she wouldn't have to face the man who had destroyed her life and killed her father. She was free.
She grinned, "Ooh, little sis, are you suggestin' we go though our dearly departed unc's possesions." she tutted, "I dunno, that sounds real disrespectful t' his memory.." she said, finishing off a glass of his beloved bourbon before pouring herself another, "I dunno if I could live with that guilt." she smiled, "Ooh and while we're there we can see if he really did write awkward love letters t' your husband." she suggested, "Maybe he has a few awkward return letters from Dan letting him down gently?" she teased.
"Maybe a few mixtapes." that thought made her laugh, she always found it fun to tease Damon with those jokes when he tried to make fun of her, but in truth it was rather hard to imagine Damon crying listening to Someone Like You with a bottle of bourbon and a picture of Dan. Fun times though.
"Evie Salvatore, I didn' know ya had it in you." she said in a teasy tone, though she was genuinely surprised by those words coming from Eva of all people's mouth. "I'd probably just have gone short 'n' sweet, y'know? so that no one could freakin' rescue him" she sighed, "like with my first attempt." she recalled the annoying blond who had prevented her from staking the bastard almost a year ago.
