☆.*┊ notasaviour ( based. )
Her heart ached. Over && over, she chased. Never really knowing where he’d end up next, never really knowing how long she’d have to find him, to have him back again. It k i l l e d her, each && every time, hundred of deaths && every next one had the weight of the ones before it burdening its shoulders… There were times she found him as a child, watched him have a better life than he did before; interrupted when he didn’t, changed the score. But he never remembered the girl who saved him. Just the girl with the doe eyes he ran into ( for what he didn’t know was the umpteenth time ).
This time she’d kept him safe, watched from afar like she was his guardian angel – she let him live. But he faced strife && it killed her not to be able to help him. She couldn’t always, he had to grow as a person && it hurt her just as it hurt him. But now, he’d reached a patch. Now she could see he needed her whether he knew it or not within his soul, deep deep down. He’d reached a decent age, the age she’d first known him. How she’d waited ‘til then, she’d never know, but now was the time to approach him. Her heart raced at the thought of it, but she did. She always did.
“Hi. Are you… James by any chance?” She played as though she were meeting someone. He always did like to be her hero even if he could be a villain. “I’ve been waiting over an hour… && I just thought maybe I’d been too hidden. Or – Maybe you’re not him && I have actually been stood up. In that case I might need a bourbon && someone to drink with… So what’ll it be? Either you’re James or someone pretending to be or you’re not && you’ve volunteered as my drinking buddy. Either way next round’s on me. What you say??” ❞
in a sea of people, it is hard to deem anyone as remarkable. each day you are greeted with a batch of faces, some new, some old, and some that are left like a fingerprint in the back of your mind, forever haunting you. her face, for instance, struck him instantly. it was like a breath of fresh air. perhaps finally, he thought to himself, something worthwhile would happen today. damon had caught eyes with the brunette as soon as he walked into bar, noting instantly that she was someone he had not noticed before. and damon noticed everything. the bar had become his normal go-to after a long day, each day seeming to follow the pattern of a ‘long day’. his brother incessantly would whisper the words of alcoholism to him, but then again, he never did like listening to stefan’s complaints. the longing to talk to her was present, yet still he sat at his end of the bar, with no means of breaking their silence between one another.
she was bold. she made the first move. their eye contact seemed to be enough to draw the stranger forwards; for a slight moment, he could feel everyone else within the area shift, all eyes upon them as her mouth dared to open. even a few females, all of whom he assumed wanted his attention, looked in interest. damon was not a fool; if anything, he was well aware of his charming good looks. he wore the truth of his arrogance like armor, and like a moth to a flame, it drew people in. it drew her in. “ if i said i was james, would it make you stay longer? ” ------ he was by no means the man she was looking for, and more than anything he wished he would not arrive. perhaps it was all a lie and she was only looking for an excuse to approach him. he figured he could take his chances. her words were like fire, drawing him in with each burning flick of her tongue. “ ------ i don’t do much for buddies… but i refuse to allow a girl like you to buy me a drink. ” ushering over the bartender, damon requested the finest bourbon that was on stock for the two. he watched, tantalized, as the bartender poured the glasses before his icy gaze returned to the woman. such a fascinating woman. “ the name is damon. damon salvatore. ”