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[wheredemonslie]

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            ❛     i will answer any questions you need me to , elena. i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you any of this before... but i rather have you as a friend than not in my life at all.     ❜

[wheredemonslie]

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            ❛     oh katrina... did you really think you were going to get far ?     ❜

[crowsalvation]

you just don't know when to stop. / elena to damon!

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Damon’s head tipped slightly to the side the moment the words left her mouth, and he stared at her like she had just said something profoundly irritating. His eyes narrowed and he shot her a glare.

“That’s right.” he mused flatly, not even attempting to deny it. “I don’t know when to stop,” he continued, voice laced with that Damon-like defiance. “And I won’t. Not until I get what I want.”

His brow lifted slightly, a knowing look into his expression as he looked her over. “You wanna know whatthe funny thing is,” he asked, “I know that’s what you want too.” Damon let out a short scoff under his breath, shaking his head once.

“You’re just too damn stubborn to admit it.”

[crowsalvation]

❛  everyone i've ever loved has either left or died.  ❜ / from elena to stefan!

🐝  *  ―  𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮/𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. accepting

There was no instinct to correct her. No urge to rush in with optimism. He knew better than that. He knew what it was to catalogue loss until it became a pattern instead of an exception. He knew what it was to start loving people with the underlying expectation that one day you would be standing alone in the aftermath of it.

His palms framed her face, gently, thumbs brushing the soft line beneath her eyes and he tilted her chin up just enough so she had to meet his gaze.

There was something in his expression then, a shared language neither of them had ever wanted to learn.

“I know,” he said quietly.

His thumb traced a faint arc along her cheekbone, grounding himself as much as her. He could feel the weight behind her words, the way they weren’t dramatics but data and evidence gathered over years of funerals and goodbyes and empty spaces at dinner tables.

“I know what it does to you,” he continued, voice steady but softer than usual. “It makes you wait for the exit. Even when no one’s heading toward it.” His jaw tightened briefly, because there were a thousand ways he related to that sentence, and none of them were hers to carry.

“But I’m not everyone,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[crowsalvation]

i wasn't born to follow you, or anyone else. / katherine to damon!

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐓 𝟏. accepting

“Maybe not,” Damon said, voice low, steady in a way that felt stripped of all his usual theatrics. “Maybe you weren’t born to follow anyone.”

His eyes lifted fully to hers then, and whatever mischief usually lived there had faded. What replaced it was unguarded and ppen in a way Damon rarely allowed himself to be.

“But I was born to follow you.”

There was no hesitation when he said it. No shame either. If anything, there was a strange kind of peace in the admission, like surrendering to gravity instead of fighting it.

His eyes traced her face slowly, reverently, as if committing every detail to memory even though he already knew it by heart. The love in his expression wasn’t boyish infatuation or fleeting obsession. It was deep devotion.

“You could walk into fire,” he murmured, softer now, stepping just a fraction closer. “And I’d still be right behind you… not because you asked me to be.”

A small breath left him, an almost fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“But because it’s you.”

[vmprre]

don’t look at me like that. / elena!

if  only  he  could  tear  her  from  his  thoughts.  if  only  he  could  stop  watching,  stop  caring,  stop  aching.  damon  would  have  done  it  long  ago.  but  he  couldn’t.  since  the  moment  he  returned  back  home  . . .   every  breath,  every  decision,  every  path  he  took  curved  inevitably  back  to  her.  the  vampire  tried  to  keep  his  distance  but  failed  to  do  so.  they  went  through  it  all  :  there  was  confusion,  understanding,  a  friendship,  perhaps.  but  also  frustration,  anger,  little  fights.  trust  .  .  .  and  suddenly,  no  trust  at  all.  he  cared  for  her,  more  than  he’s  supposed  to,  more  than  he’ll  ever  admit  out  loud  but  god,  he  cared  for  her.  ‘’like  what?’’  he  replies  back  instantly,  his  dark  eyes  filled  with  a  certain  desire  fixated  upon  her  and  only  her.  step  is  taken,  closer  to  her,  taking  her  in.  ‘’like  what,  elena?’’  oh,  he’s  playing  with  fire  and  both  know  it.  he’s  testing  her,  challenging  her.  a  wicked  game  it  is  but  he’s  had  enough  of  it.

[vmprre]

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

it  was  just  another  evening,  another  fancy  party  his  parents  decided  to  organize.  damon  couldn’t  decide  what  was  worse:  the  clearly  depressed  state  of  his  parents’  marriage,  or  the  blonde  and  wealthy  girl  his  father  hired  to  keep  his  son  occupied.  his  thoughts  drifted  to  katherine  more  often  than  not,  but  as  the  night  wore  on,  more  drinks  poured,  his  guard  slipped  and  he  began  to  loosen  up.  he  became  so  absorbed  that  he  lost  track  of  time  and  forgot  about  his  date  with  her.  one  person  in  particular  enjoyed  the  sight  of  it  and  decided  to  make  things  even  worse  by  inviting  her.  his  father  had  sworn  to  do  everything  he  possibly  could  to  keep  katherine  away  from  damon.  and  so  he  tried,  fully  aware  of  the  consequences  but  he  didn’t  care.  the  room  was  crowded,  packed  with  family  &  friends.  their  voices  echoing  like  ghost  against  the  walls,  laughter  rose  in  bright,  jarring  bursts  that  made  his  skin  crawl.  the  blonde  girl,  her  name  long  forgotten,  held  onto  him  with  desperate  familiarity.  way  too  close,  a  closeness  that  feels  less  like  affection  and  more  like  a  trap.  and  oh,  a  trap  it  was  indeed.  there  she  was:  those  wide,  unblinking  eyes  locked  straight  into  his  own.  and  in  that  frozen  heartbeat,  he  knew:  he’d  fucked  up.  he  steps  away,  dark  eyes  fixated  on  the  girl  he  cares  about,  closing  the  distance.  everyone  around  him  vanished  away  -  everyone  but  her.  ‘’what  are  you  doing  here?’’  utter  confusion,  but  also  regret.  just  the  sight  of  her  brought  him  back  to  reality.  ‘’sorry  …  tonight  -  it  wasn’t  supposed  to  go  like  this.’’  get  the  hell  away  from  me.  he  understands  her  anger.  her  frustration.  he  reaches  out,  fingertips  around  her  wrist,  bringing  her  closer  to  his  chest.  ‘’don’t  go.  let  me  explain.  please.’’

[darkseen-a]

i love the mun, she’s lovely and special and sweet and kind and a light in this cold, cruel world. 💕

    i’m  not  crying,  you  are.   pffft.  i  love  you  so  much  and  this  is  so  cute  and  kind  and  djhsdbbdhs  wow!!

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