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"I can't exactly..."

  "Why's that? Where did you go?"

"I’ve done that a few times… they were not happy about it…"

 "I couldn't imagine why. I mean, it's not like they didn't deserve it." 

Are you paying for school on your own? 

Oh. Yeah. 

"He’s my mother’s."

"But it's so cute! How vicious could it possibly be?"

damonravenscroft:

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.

"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?"

"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."

"Do you need assistance?"

"I would love some, actually."

"So a family heirloom then… mmmm let’s see… I’m sure it can be solved… we just need to be patient…"

"I just really want to figure it out. I've been tinkering with it for an hour now."

"It is a puzzle!!!"

"It was in my attic."

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. 

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." 

"We can find a house so large that even Stiles can come. He can have his own wing so that way we never have to see each other. It’s not like I’m the biggest fan of his either. Whenever you need him, where is he? Not around that’s for sure. I can be there for you Layla, he can’t. He has proven it time and time again."

"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."

"If that’s the case don’t you think it’s time for a new house? In fact, I think we should both be living somewhere else. Perhaps living somewhere together? What do you think."

"T-together? Damon, I can't. I mean, if it was just me, I would love to. But I have to take care of Stiles, and he's not exactly your biggest fans."