#halfemptysalvatore

[samaelscorrupted]

damon

"Again, not sure what to say. I barely know the guy. Handsome, for one. But at the same time, I just don’t know. Seems like he could be a bit of a jerk whenever he isn’t being a little charming, you know?”

[xhistoryhunter]

-- Damon, grab me a blood bag, would ya buddy?

Just gotta -- catch my breath for a sec -- hold on. [Ric was leaning on the wall by the Salvatore boarding house door, before he apparently decided the floor looked a little more comfy and slid down to it.]

[samaelscorrupted]

Could you ever see Damon as more then a friend?

-- I barely know him. Based on what I do know, assuming the feeling's mutual, I could see going on a date with him, sure. Charming, funny, with those eyes -- but the thing is, I'm not even sure I'm okay enough to casually date anyone these days. Sort of... walking a thin line, I guess? I don't know. Honesty isn't always clear.

[samaelscorrupted]

Damon's pretty cute, eh?

Well, yeah. Anyone with eyes can see that!

[samaelscorrupted]

What do you think about Damon?

I don't know that much about him, so I feel kinda silly answering this. He seems fun, though, y'know? Which is really nice.

[xhistoryhunter]

Would you say Damon's your best friend? And if so why?

'Course he is. I mean... 

Look, Damon's an ass. But I get the guy and for some goddamn reason I wanted to forgive him, so I have. I trust him. No matter what kind've stunt he pulls, I think I'm stupid enough to always trust him. There's no one else I'd rather have by my side to fight with the world ending, y'know? 

[xhistoryhunter]

Marty Jefferson's body was found, and Ric was about to attend a Council meeting when he remembered, oh, right, bad idea - he might kill 'em. 

Instead, he finished off the last of his last bottle with a grimace and kept his jacket on. His jackass of a pal hadn't been around in at least a week. He was sick of drinking alone and in general, plain old sick. The seizure, sprained wrist and frequent follow ups to the hospital were costing him big time and he was too damn tired to let suspicions settle at the back of his mind along with everything else. It was about time he just... go up and ask. Damon was supposed to trust him after all, right? So... he should trust Damon. 

Yet his stomach twisted uneasily as he entered the parlor room of the boarding house after knocking at the front once. He didn't usually even do that; the boarding house was almost a public space between the A Team. But it'd just been so damn long since he'd been around, and the place felt more like a prison to him than anything else these days thanks to his weeks in the basement. "Damon?" He hung his coat over his usual chair, glancing over at the liquor cart before clearing his throat and raising his voice a bit. "You there?"