@amenagerieofmuses asked:
[ shower ] your muse joining mine in the shower. (from Elena to Damon)
Damon was currently humming along to some melody he was sure he made up himself over the period of the last few centuries for no other reason than the fact that it calmed him down enough after a kill.
He never meant to drink his last meal to the death, this man who was vacationing in Mystic Falls with his family for a week, but when he found out that that same man had been horrifyingly abusing his wife and their younger daughter?
He felt no remorse as he fed and fed and fed and as the man’s body grew limp and was ever so close to death's door... Damon managed to pull back, his fangs dripping the thick, red liquid as he snarled at him. “I wasn’t going to do this. But you just had to go and do that, didn’t you?”
Without giving the man any chance to fight back or make up an excuse, not that he could do so coherently, Damon snapped his neck and dropped the body as soon as the life left him.
“Ugh.” He muttered to himself as he took in his own appearance, blood splattered everywhere and a little mud from when his meal tried to fight back was also mixed in there somewhere.
So that’s how he found himself in the shower, humming and just leisurely letting the amazing water pressure fall over his head and body when he heard the door to the shower open and in came Elena.
“Didn’t know you were awake, otherwise I’d have had you join me for dinner.” Damon smirked at her, his eyes dipping as he took in her features and every inch of revealed skin.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He whispered, not even aware that he had spoken out loud.
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