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[prisonwrldrp]

Damon would LOVE to see a Stefan or Alaric !!!

you heard our LOVELY damon!we would LOVE to see a STEFAN SALVATORE or ALARIC SALTZMAN here.

[waywardviking-blog]

A Closer Walk with Thee // Damon and Eric

It was with an entirely too strong conviction that Eric kept his eyes trained on the grass beneath his feet, for if he let his eyes wander, they'd land home on the sharp jut of Damon's cheek bones, bones that Eric knew well, yet he didn't entirely know how.  There was something about the way the dark black curls fell delicately around bright blue eyes that was more familiar than not.  Eric remembered seeing moonlight reflecting off of those soft locks of hair, can almost remember what the strands feel like between his fingers, can almost taste Damon's skin and he's not even looking at him.  He can remember what Damon feels like underneath him, how baby soft those lips carved from sin feel against his own and the bastard has probably never used chapstick before in his life.

Eric is blushing now, so he keeps his pace brisk and will try to blame it on the chill air that's not so chill.  

Damon was beautiful even now, even after the apocalypse had so obviously haggard his worn appearance.  Eric could see it in the deepset lines, and he wanted to frown, he almost wanted to cry...  but he wouldn't.  There was nothing to be sad over.

"The-the camp is just a few miles," he manages to say, voice betraying him and giving way to the anxiousness he feels.  How does he explain this?  'Can you tell me why all I remember of you is having sex with you?'  That couldn't possibly go over well.  Sometimes his memories betrayed him, right?  His nightmare had been of both Sam and Godric burning, yet Sam was still alive, so perhaps these were his own childish fantasies taking hold of him and running wild in his head.

He cleared his throat, feeling it scrape against itself with a wince before speaking, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans.  "Um...  how long have you been on your own?  Or, well... have you really been by yourself for four years?"  Eric felt saddened that this poor soul was alone for moments, let alone years...  and perhaps it was his fault.  Maybe he left, like he always seemed to do...