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@damonravenscroft
Giant Slide?
It’s good to know you’re not idiotic.
I don’t get scared easily, Damon. I just hate heights.
It's good to know that you are more than just a pretty face.
What else do you fear? Do spiders scare you as much as heights? Or do you find yourself trembling in the dark? Or is it just the idea of heights that terrifies you?
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Being sick....
"Well, we’ll just have to see how things play out, won’t we?" she asked, waiting for him to enter behind her before closing the door.
"The art’s sort of… everywhere, as you can see…" she said awkwardly, clasping her hands in front of her and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. When she said ‘everywhere’, she pretty much meant it. Though there were some short stacks of destroyed canvases (courtesy of one of Clyde’s "tantrums") that she had yet to throw in the rubbish, most were in just fine condition and in varying states of completeness.
"I suppose we will beautiful."
Damon slowly made his way around the room, inspecting the art piece by piece. He frowned when he saw a stack of destroyed canvases. "It's a shame these have been destroyed, they are quite good. They are all good. I have to say I'm impressed doll. I knew you would be good, but I didn't think you would be this good."
"I’m not always right, hush." Layla laughed quietly. "I’d like to live with you, too, really." She paused. "I really don’t think you can do anything about it. It’s just…for the past few years, I’ve been so used to doing things for myself and on my own, it doesn’t feel right to let you do it all for me."
"I love you too, Damon, but you don’t need to do all these extravagant things for me. I’m happy now." She smiled, grabbing his hand. "Really."
"So I want to live with you, and you want to live with me. I'm still not seeing a problem here. I know that. Believe me it's strange for me too, but if we want whatever this is to work, we have to be able to count on each other."
"I know I don't have to. I want to. Let me treat you like the queen you deserve to be."
All of the Stars || Damon and Layla
Layla had figured his past wasn’t pretty, but she didn’t know close to any of the darker details. She could tell that it was nothing like her own, which was, for the most part, was everything but dark. It was cheery, bright, full of a love which only got ripped apart because of something she couldn’t control. She paused at the entrance to his living room, for a moment before making her way over to the spot where Damon was gesturing.
Sitting down, Layla listened to him tell her all the reasons she shouldn’t hear his backstory, all of which made her want to hear it more. Layla hesitated while he spoke, wanting to say all the right things to put him at ease. Saying that there was nothing that Damon could tell her that would make her want to leave wasn’t a lie, but it felt…fake, somehow. “Damon,” Layla said, “Tell me everything.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I want to know.”
The comfort that Damon felt from Layla squeezing his hand was just the push he needed to tell Layla all about this past. The only person who knew the whole story was someone he wasn't even speaking to and while Damon normally felt anxiety at the mere thought of his parents mention. But today, sitting here with the woman he loved, knowing that his dad was dead, he almost felt relieved to tell Layla the truth. Damon squeezed her hand back and tried to smile at the woman sitting next to him. 'As you can probably guess from my reaction, my father and I didn't have the best relationship. Hell my mother and I didn't have the best relationship. My father was an abusive, drunk, vindictive son of a bitch who had to control everyone and everything around him. As long as I can remember he would beat me whenever I didn't comply with his wishes. I learned early on to do whatever he said, unfortunately even that didn't stop his rage. My mother was a drunk, mostly because the alcohol helped dull the pain of my father's fists. When I was eight she started doing drugs, she didn't have a preference, it was just whatever she could get her hands on. After my father would hit my mother, she would turn it around on me. Never being physically abusive, but being emotionally abusive. Blaming me for all his anger, blaming me for the pain he put us both through. One day I snapped, and had enough. I beat him before he could beat me and I ran away. I was living on the streets poor and starving when I was arrested for stealing food. I was to be put to death when Melissa stepped in, requesting I come and work for her instead of being executed, the queen agreed and I think you know the rest." Damon's eyes trailed away from Layla while he waited for her to respond. It was a lot to digest. He just hoped that Layla could stomach the things he had told her.
Giant Slide?
Why thank you. Maybe some day they will talk about my intelligence, but then again, that’s not sexy to most men.
You care about me? How sweet. But please do tell me what is so odd about my being afraid of heights?
Those men are idiots. A woman without brains is a woman I wouldn't bother with.
Like I said, you don't seem like the type of girl who gets scared easily. I don't know, it just doesn't seem to fit.
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All of the Stars || Damon and Layla
Layla stood in his living room, confused. Damon didn’t look the least bit upset. Rather, he looked relieved. Like a huge burden had been lifted off of his shoulders, and Layla was determined to figure out why. She walked to the entryway of his kitchen and hesitated. “Well, every day is a good day to have breakfast.” She commented, still debating whether or not to ask him about it. “But..your father is dead. Breakfast just doesn’t seem…right.”
She took a deep breath, debating whether or not to just go for it and ask him about what he wasn’t telling her. “Damon, what are you not telling me?”
Damon had been dreading this day since he met Layla. He knew she would ask about his past. That she would ask about his parents and what had happened between them. He had just never imagined it would be so soon and that it would be like this. Damon shut the fridge and grabbed his coffee before heading to the sofa in the living room. If he was going to tell her all about his past, he at least wanted to be comfortable doing it. He waited for Layla to walk into the room behind him, knowing that she wouldn't let him out of her sight for one second without knowing what was going on. He gestured to the spot next to him and started talking. "Layla, there is a lot you don't know about me. About my past, about my family, about the reason I was first placed under the employment of Melissa. It's not pretty. None of it is. I understand if you don't want to stick around for the gory details. Hell, I understand if you don't want to stick around after I tell you. I'm scary and damaged and my darling Father and dearest Mother are the reason for that. If you decide you want to hear all my deep dark secrets have a seat. If not go ahead and leave, and know that I won't hold any of this against you."
"Better" is an awfully general term. I can’t have any idea what you mean if you just say you’re "better" than me.
Though you certainly don’t seem like a better person, so that can’t be what you mean.
Fine, allow me to break it down for you. I'm a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. What are you exactly?
You seem to be the type that hears himself more than anyone else.
What's wrong with that? I have a fantastic voice. Why wouldn't I love to hear myself?
"Well, it’s not."
"Oh come on. You don't even enjoy them a little?"
Someone Keyed My Car
How?! No one saw anything, and I have no leads to go on!
I'm sure someone did. They are probably just keeping quiet. I say we threaten everyone who lives and works on the street where it happened. I'm sure we will find something out.
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"He has been there for me, Damon. Especially before I met you. And he still is. Stiles is my family. He has been for years, and he always will be, no matter what you may think. He’s also an adult, which means he can make his own decisions. No matter how much I might not like him."
"And I love that. But…I can’t say I understand."
"I'm sorry. You're right, you're always right. So what do we do? I want you to live with me, but I want you to feel comfortable about all of this. I want you to be happy. What would make you happy?"
"That is there to understand? I love you Layla. I love you. I just wanted to get you something to show how much. I have the means and ability to do that now, so let me."
Giant Slide?
Is that how people see me?!?
Hush!! It’s not like I’m the only person in the world who has this fear.
Well that and how beautiful you are.
No, but I don't care about the other people in the world. I don't know them. I however do know you, and I find it a little odd that you are terrified of heights.
I'd love to have my picture drawn!
I think that was very rude.
What can I say? I'm a rude and unpleasant person.
I hope you aren't expecting an apology.
Being sick....
"I’ll uhm, I’ll try to learn that. Perhaps I just need more practice?" she attempted to tease, unlocking and then opening the door to her chambers.
"I should try that out sometime. I’ve heard that an occasional drunken night can sometimes actually be a bit beneficial for one’s mood." She was just rambling now, she knew that. She knew what sort of man she was dealing with and she knew what was about to happen. Second thoughts? Lord, yes, that’s what she was having.
"If you'll allow me I would love to assist you with that. I have no problem with paying you the compliments you so rightly deserve."
"Whoever told you that was correct. I've found the occasional drunken night to be quite therapeutic. Some might even say they have healing powers."
"Okay, so who's next?"
"It means one more ticket earned…wait…I don’t even know where all of the money is going…whatever, let’s do this."
"Right, okay. I guess we are just jumping right in."
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"I suppose that’s uhm… comforting."
"Oh, sorry… I uhm… it was better," she said, using her sleeve to wipe off the lip of the flask and twist the cap back on. "Here," she said, handing it back to him as her other hand reached into the pocket of her dress for the key to her chambers.
"It's a compliment doll. Learn to take one."
"No need to apologize. I'm glad you liked it more the second time. In my personal opinion the more you drink the better it tastes. You should test it out. If my flask runs dry, I'm sure there are plenty of hidden stashes of alcohol throughout this place." He replied as he slid the flask back into his pocket.
All of the Stars || Damon and Layla
Layla had expected a wide range of reactions, but the one that had never even come across was the hysterical, even slightly sadistic laughter. It was as if he didn’t care, or even that he was happy that his father was dead, which was something that was hard for her to comprehend. Maybe it was because of the fact that when her own parents died, she did not laugh hysterically. She shut down. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized how little she knew about his history. Damon wasn’t exactly the most open of books.
"A-are you alright?" Layla asked tentatively. "I mean…you seem fine…it’s just-" She paused, not really knowing what to say. Confusion was the dominant emotion at this particular moment for her. She just couldn’t comprehend how he wasn’t devastated, but there was a nagging feelings the back of her mind that she just didn’t know what the history was between them. "Well…yeah. He is."
There was an overwhelming sense of relief that washed over Damon as soon as the news of his fathers death had been confirmed. No longer would he have to look over his shoulder, afraid of what his father could, and would do to him if he ever saw him. When he left home all those years ago, his father threatened to kill him if he ever saw him again. But Damon knew it wasn't so much a threat as it was a promise. He felt ten pounds lighter, knowing that his father couldn't make good on that promise anymore. He practically ran to the kitchen and began pulling pots and pans out, this called for a celebratory breakfast.
He was already pulling things out of the fridge when he realized he hadn't responded to Layla's question. Pulling his head out of the fridge, he called out to her. "Of course, I'm fine. You're here aren't you." He shouted before continuing. "Come on in here. We should have breakfast. Today is a great day for breakfast."
