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@twistedbutsad
Well, one day you’re there and then all of a sudden there’s less of you. And you wonder where that part went, if it’s living somewhere outside of you, and you keep thinking maybe you’ll get it back. And then you realize, it’s just gone.
Peggy Olson, “Mad Men” Season 2, Episode 13 (via introspectivepoet)
Underrated Dalaric moments - 1x20 “Blood brothers.”
Everyone is hurting, and that sucks. But I’m sick of seeing shit about how Alaric is responsible for Damon not making it back.
You know, Bonnie and Ric are a lot alike. They both go into a fray when they should maybe put themselves first from time to time. They’re both victims of circumstance. But that’s irrelevant here.
The point I am making is that Bonnie grabbed Ric first. So please stop acting like he made a conscious decision to beat Damon back into the world.
#mun and muse tbh
// But you're both so darn cute.
For our new life together. You have to share. Happy Valentine's day, to my dick best friend.
tbh it’s lucky Alaric has an amazing love life because PBK… #foreveralone
overeducated and underemployed guy with violent tendencies falls in love with the much older man who murdered his wife, despite the two of them killing each other sometimes
narcissistic mass murderer with an addictive personality falls in love with the husband of the woman he slept with and killed, a bitter alcoholic who went on a murderous rampage and tried to kill him and most of his friends, after said narcissistic mass murderer killed him...repeatedly.
// So my laptop broke today. I was planning on getting back in the swing of things, but it's looking like it's gonna be at least a week before I can get the parts I need and get it put in. So that's right out. I love you guys, but I would probably end up breaking my phone too if I tried to write up responses on that thing.
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Alaric chuckled, shook his head. “Yeah, you’ve said that, but I call bullshit.” Sort of funny, the way they both kept saying the same thing. Maybe they just deserved each other.
There was always a look on Damon’s face when he thought about the desert. Alaric knew the look well, now. He snagged an onion ring, dipping it in some odd tomato chutney, and stuffed it in his mouth. “Course, MREs come with those little bags of candy. Can’t top that.”
Even the way Damon ate looked tired. Alaric wondered if he could coax him to skip the study tonight, make a fresh start in the morning, as he bit into the burger. Ah, bacon. Bacon bacon bacon. “So, Florida? San Francisco? Hey. I love you, we’ll get through the semester. But man, you gotta learn to layer your clothes.”
"Yeah," Damon said, leaning his head against his hand and grinning a little sheepishly. "Yeah, I kind of figured you would." Which was good, he thought. He didn't know why he kept saying that shit. He guessed maybe he was trying to give Alaric every out he could, before he got in too far. But who the hell was he kidding?
They were already in way too deep.
Following Alaric's lead, Damon tucked into the burger. It was a diner burger, so greasy and not huge, but awesome for someone that hadn't eaten in a few hours. And it had bacon. And cheese. And the odd french fry Damon saw fit to balance on the next bite, for expediency's sake. "And about the whole layer thing - you know, I could. But then, what reason would I have to sidle up all close-like?" To illustrate his point, he nestled up as flush against Alaric's side as he could manage, and flashed him a cheeky grin.
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"Yeah, I promise. Good food, food quality sleep… I don’t envy you. I’m not so old that I can’t remember what this was like," he said, grinning. "But I’m serious - you can’t burn out. So, fine, study, don’t sleep - but this weekend, I will be your cruise director."
He let his hand find Damon’s cold cheek, angled it for a kiss.
"Summer," he said, as he pulled away, rubbing Damon’s hands warm. "In the summer, we’ll get a proper break - I’ll take a couple of weeks off, we’ll go somewhere where it really, really counts as summer. Drink stupid colored cocktails with fruit floating in them. Rest." He sat back against the seat again, drumming his fingers on the table.
The waitress brought their food, anad Alaric thanked her, reaching for the hot sauce.
"Onion rings should be gross. They’re not, they’re perfect."
"Have I ever told you I don't deserve you?" Damon said, smiling into the chaste kiss and smiling that much wider when Alaric warmed his hands. He didn't know why he was so cold natured. He grew up in Virginia; they had winters there. It wasn't like he'd never been in snow before. It was just...after Afghanistan...
He mentally shook his head. He had enough on his plate without stirring that up. Thinking about the summer was easier, better. A summer with Alaric, someplace warm. Although he really couldn't imagine Alaric drinking stupid colored cocktails. It seemed so far away.
Luckily, the food was a lot closer. "You'd be surprised how much a diet of MRE's changes your views on what should and shouldn't be gross," he told him, plucking an onion ring from the plate. "After reconstituted chicken tetrazzini, these things are like the halos of angels."
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He knew better than to argue, which didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He supposed he’d done the same thing, back in his first year. “This weekend,” he said. “You’d better be prepared for some serious sitting around, relaxing, getting fed and… random handjobs at odd intervals.”
He grinned at a waitress. “Two cheeseburgers, fries, onion rings. Amphetamines, if you’ve got them? And a couple of cokes, someone needs all the caffeine he can get. Thanks, love.”
He turned back to Damon. “Fine, couple of hours, but my place. Warmer there, I’ve got plenty to read.” He settled his hand over Damon’s, proving a point; Damon was freezing.
Damon didn't bother trying to bite back a laugh. "Promise?" he said. Although, he might have to see what he could do about haggling up those handjobs to something a little more interactive. Assuming he was conscious, which he was kind of doubting. Normally, he would argue - it was just in his nature - but the thought of curling up on Alaric's couch or in his bed or, hell, on that rug in his floor with one of his big ass sweatshirts and some scotch, sounded like a vast improvement on his week so far.
He leaned closer into him when Alaric placed their orders Alaric was just so damn warm, and his hands were like heaters over Damon's own. God, it was like someone had taken a list of all the things Damon could ever ask for, and shoved them into a college history professor.
Onion rings sounded great, too, for the record. It was strange, he knew, but the best midnight diner food to him was onion rings and a cup of coffee. That also applied to the days following all night study sessions, and or sleepless nights. .
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Lydia made her way into the library early on Monday morning, to get a few extra hours study - that she didn’t need - in. Her usual desk was occupied by a handsome stranger, and while she would have left him usually, the rest of the tables seemed to be full. “Uh - oh sorry” she tapped his elbow lightly. “Sorry to wake you, but do you mind if I sit here?” the redhead asked politely.
"My next question is - why are you asleep in the library?" the woman chuckled, sliding into the seat opposite.
Damon glanced up at the newcomer, then back down at the book he'd been using as a pillow. "Go for it," he said after a second. It wasn't that it took that long for his brain to catch up - old habit had it up to speed just as soon as he was awake - but he had to figure out what he wanted to say. Then, "And that is a very good question. To which I have a very good explanation."
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"You’re underdressed," he said, not unkindly. Damon really needed to get the hang of this temperature. Not the desert. He gave a quick, reassuring squeeze, grateful he’d thought to leave the heat on in the loft.
"I haven’t eaten. You look like you could pass out… quick bite, and then you’re comin’ back to my place. To sleep, not study. You can’t do shit this tired, Damon," he said. The stress was killing him. Guy’d spent months at a time living minute to minute in a war zone, and the stress of college was killing him. “Capisce? Burger? Fries?”
"Yeah, well," Damon said, picking up his coffee after a waitress refilled it, "I'm officially a college kid. Underdressed is practically a way of life." He flashed Alaric a smile, and tried to keep it looking lively as he could. He really didn't mean for Alaric to worry about him. He wasn't even used to having people to worry about him.
"I'll have what you're having," he told him. "Preferably something fried. And I'm buying." It was the least he could do for standing Alaric up. "And you worry too much, you know that? I'm good. I've still got a political science midterm tomorrow. Couple hours, then I'm yours."
