#1864 verse

[studsalvatore]

@malka-lisitsa continued from here

Damon shakes his head in disagreement, still offering the crook of his arm for her to lay her wrist through with a smirk. 〝I believe the words I use are accurate, Miss Katherine.〞 He does believe the words — believes them with his entire being. 〝However, I will gladly accompany you into town.〞Their pace is not hurried. Damon lets himself feel the warmth of the sunlight on his skin and the pride of having such a beautiful woman on his arm. 〝May I inquire as to the occasion that requires this trip?〞

[hybrid-royalty-main]

Closed starter @malka-lisitsa

Home from the war on a furlough, Damon had absolutely no responsibilities and nothing to do. He'd never been father's favorite, but if he had stayed no doubt he would have been given the work that now went to his younger brother. He was certain that father was relieved that he didn't have to do so out of duty - believing his elder son to be feckless and irresponsible.

In truth, Damon might have stepped up if given the opportunity and the trust, but never receiving either? He was content to let Stefan be the golden child. It left him with so much more free time.

A distinct advantage when it came to wooing their unexpected houseguest. The beautiful and beguiling Katherine Pierce. Of course Stefan expected priority when it came to the young lady, he was the one to receive her after all, but all was fair in love and war. Miss Katherine was far too much for his younger brother and Damon was shamelessly using that to his advantage - believing himself to be the better choice.

This was where he found himself, on a lovely Thursday afternoon, happening upon the young lady in their expansive gardens. Aiming for surprise, Damon snuck up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Has my dear brother left you alone again?"

[stopdefendingme]

Damon & Alexandria | | 1864

Damon had been drowning himself in sorrows ever since Katherine had been locked up in the tomb. The only person he could rely on was himself. He hated his father for what he had done. His mother was dead. Stefan left town along with Alexandria. He had no one. Once Damon was home he found himself loosening up his tie, heading in straight for another glass of bourbon. As he poured the drink he noticed ahead on the fireplace mantle a picture of himself, his brother and sister when they were all younger, when things had been a lot less complicated. He heard rumors through the town that Stefan left off to New York city to become friends with an original vampire name Niklaus, and not to mention all the people he has killed in the time being. But he hadn't heard much about Alexandria or what had become of her. Was she even still alive? Before he could finish that thought he felt the presence of someone standing behind him. He turned to notice his younger sister, whom he had only just been thinking about. She hadn't aged a day since he transition, neither had himself. "Alexandria? What are you doing back home? I had thought you left for good this time." He asked in a calm manor.