Damon Guiseppe Salvatore

Katherine looked at Damon and shook her head. She took a breath in and looked over him. There was a hitch in her throat. “Damon, I know you care about me. But Damon, you built a life for yourself. It’s not fair for that other girl,” she whispered as she began to cry. Her crying soon turned into sobbing as she shook her head again.

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☠ Tantrum, immature, they could call it whatever the fuck the two of them wanted to, but it all just proved neither really knew him. It had been over a hundred years and nothing had changed. He was still not good enough. He was never going to be good enough. The only thing he could change was himself. He didn't have to stand by and believe that someone, anyone could actually care for him. There was a reason he was the way he was. Because fear is a lot easier to control, than hope. He didn't have to live up to being the bad guy. Swallowing back all the pain in the world, he shook his head at Bonnie. The truth was it changed everything. She knew first hand how his history was. How he devoted himself to a future with Katherine, only to have her love his younger brother more. It was Bonnie herself who pulled him away from the crypt when he had saw Katherine's dead body for the first time. he had told her everything then. If anyone knew his inner workings it was her, and yet here they still were. If they wanted to talk, then he would talk. The thing Ryan didn't understand was that he would never lay a finger on Bonnie. But the trust, the bond was already broken, and for the two of them that was something much more hollowing. "What is there to talk about? Do you want to say you love me? That you care about me? That it was just a one time thing? Did you believe Jeremy when he said it? Because I'm pretty sure you had to talk me down from pulling his heart out of his chest when you came crying to me because he cheated on you with a damn ghost." He looks over at Ryan and almost can't help but find the irony. This was who she wanted him to be. It wasn't like she fucked some guy that was completely different than him, no this was the new and improved version. It was something that was going to take more than some little pep talk to get over. "There is nothing left to say. It already has changed everything. I did this game once. I'm not doing it again. And the only reason I did it the first time was because I can never hate my brother as much as I want to. You leave me in the same room as your little lover... one of us is going to die tonight, and I'm not sure the survivor will be sorry."

[ℜ]     Glass after glass, sip after sip. It’s the main thing keeping him grounded right now. That and the crackling fire just a few steps away as he and Damon sit quietly. It’s been years….maybe even a century since he’s had a nightmare from his past, burying it under bravado and his work load. So for him to be tortured with the memory has him wondering if its fates way of screwing him over when he finally finds happiness. He bows his head at the weight of the thought and holds a hand up to cease Damon in refilling his glass anymore, tears gathering on his lashes once more only this time he doesn’t wipe them away. 

☠ The urge to make a snary comment was strong, but Damon resisted. There would be plenty of other times to be a pain in the ass to Ryan. Now was not one of those times. Damon could be a heartless bastard when he wanted to be, but even he didn't have the heart to break Ryan further. He knew all too well how deep the scars of family go. Which meant that the only thing he could do was reach out and give the other male exactly what he was looking for. Lips purse into a thin line as the vampire tries to think of the most appropriate response. If he gave Ryan some line just to comfort him, the other would see right through it. He had to be sincere, a level of vunerablity that he hadn't quite accepted with his mirror just yet. "I can't promise you that." He muttered honestly, shaking his head. There were far too many times that Stefan and himself were far too apart for him to have any sort of intervention on the younger Salvatore's fate. "I can't make you dependent on our bond. You didn't fail your family. Sometimes shitty things happen and as hard as we try we just can't stop them. That doesn't mean you were unable to protect your sister. For as long as I am alive, you know I will fight for you all." He nodded. It wasn't just Stefan that was his family any more. He wasn't about to let anything happen to any of them. He'd sooner die.

In the midst of everything, she finally gave in and moved back in with the Salvatore. She didn’t want to interfere with his life, or ruin anything that had happened but it seemed to be out of her control. The brunette sat up as she’s saw Damon walk in the guest room. Comas seemed to be impossible to get back into he swing of things.

    [҉B҉]    Bonnie shifted a little in his lap, biting her bottom lip. She couldn’t really even answer the question, not even of her life depended on it. All that she could think about was Damon’s hand and how close it was to the place that she dreamt it should always be. “You..” She breathes against his lips. “I mean — I don’t know what I mean.” She says as she leans in closer, brushing her lips against his. “Just get these jeans off of me.”

☠ As much as he wanted to feel sorry that Ryan wasn't on her mind he couldn't. Sure he had come to terms with their little arrangement, but nothing was better than being the one that made her come undone. Ryan would have his time with Bonnie that made Damon want to puke soon enough. For now he was going to have his own fun. Pulling the zipper down agonizinly slow and starting to push the fabric of her jeans down, Damon smirked. "Are you really sure you want me to take your pants off?"

[҉B҉]     A smile creeps onto her face the moment that plate is snatched from her hands. A shiver of anticipation makes it way up her back when the plate breaks on when it hits the floor. Willingly Bonnie lays back against the bed, spreading her legs slightly to accommodate Damon. She groans feeling Damon’s tongue against her clit, rolling her hips more so that she was rocking against his fingers. She lets out a breathy moan at his request, her body already becoming pliant underneath his.

It’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.

[ℜ]     Flames, the screams, bodies everywhere. So fresh he can still hear the sounds the blood made as he trampled through the town in a rush to get to his family only for him to be too late. But not for Amanda. God her screams of help are still ringing in his ear even as he stands in the bathroom rinsing his face with cold water. He takes a moment to just stand there, breathe, and remind himself that he’s okay, that he has Bonnie and Damon. He’s alive. Even if it was at the expense of his dear sister. Grabbing a towel off the back off the door he dries his face and then tosses it into the laundry bin to collect later, throwing on a shirt and scrubbing his eyes free of whatever tears have gathered there. 

Damon wasn't heartless. It wasn't like he just ignored the way that other people feel. It was more about the fact that he knew more than anyone sometimes the best medicine was silence. Words just never did compassion justice. Hell a simple hug was never enough. So Damon listened and kept the bourbon coming. It didn't need to be said that he was there for Ryan, it was obvious. A bonding moment far deeper than anything the two had been through before. Nodding his head, he rested his hand on Ryan's shoulder. His grip was firm, his fingers just light enough to not cause pain. The symbolism was louder than the silence lingering after Ryan's words. I'm here for you. It was a sentiment that he had only ever really offered Bonnie, but was branching out to the other. Finally he nodded his head. "I'm sorry." Two words. It wasn't enough, but what else was there to say.