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damelia post before I go away love yall/hj 🙏

#outlast trials #red barrels #project relapse #amelia collier #damon greene #vanilla mace #ive been watching her on YouTube recently and i feel amazing #damelia #outlast fanart #animation #strikeslast #strikesarts #BRING MY COUPLE BACK

ok. ig. whatever. idc.

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ok i just did like 6000 lines of damelia coke THIS FANFIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD I HAD TO SPREAD THE WORD.

its called disparate youth by tenenbaums on ao3 GIVE THEM SOME LOVE NOW.

#strikeslast #the outlast trials #amelia collier #damon greene #damelia #ao3 fanfic #It feels like all my prayers have been answered #THIS FOOD IS SO FUCKING GOOD LOIS

forget you not.

she couldn't remember the last time she set eyes on his azure hues or the untamed tresses that fell over and framed his face perfectly. she'd forgotten the sharp lines of his jaw, how they clenched whenever he was in thought or angry. the little details of damon salvatore were nothing more than a blurred memory after his last disappearance, another promise yet broken but by who this time? amelia couldn't remember who left or why, the two had unruly tempers and they were both too stubborn for their own good. that's what she told herself the first few years of his absence-- or her neglect. this was for the best, the two of them going their separate ways and never finding each other again, but why was he crossing her mind now of all times? there was a bitterness where her love once grew, keeping him out of thought KEPT HER from darkening herself anymore than she already was. why the fuck was he heavy on her heart now? amelia couldn't explain it. there was a strange yet dangerous mix of pride and shame that settled in her once she'd managed to take a step back from him.

she truly was pathetic.

time and time again she'd played second fiddle to something or someone in the eldest salvatore's life, and time and time again she'd crawl back to him to fix. his happiness always trumped her own. that's what amelia knew to be love. despite getting her heartbroken over and over again, having her hopes rise only to be crushed under his heel, she always loved him. those were memories that she tried to push to the back of her mind. amelia promised herself that no matter how low she'd fall, how alone she felt or how much she felt nostalgic, she'd never crawl back to the eldest salvatore's feet again. a promise she was reminding herself of now as she blinked away images of his smile, his smirk, his chuckle-- one she swore she could hear clear as day.

" i have that effect on women. i'm charming, irresistible, irreplaceable. "

why can she hear his voice? her eyes cut through her surroundings as she searches desperately for the face she can't see. he isn't even here. her breath quickens from sheer panic, had she not ran far enough to escape him? to escape her feelings? no. she was becoming unhinged from her malnutrition, purposely starving herself from any source of blood unless absolutely necessary-- and it seemed as though now was the time. she could hear her normally steady heart start to kick harder and for a second she almost feels alive, but it isn't something she can relish in as everything starts to spin. the voices are getting louder and his is falling to the back of the crowd, eyes falling on her as she appears more disoriented.

" d-damon...? "

and then everything went black.

#eldestsalvatore #damelia