#f2f:damon

Penny and Damon had history, one which Penny would happily keep between them, but without it, she most definitely wouldn't be who she was today, or alive even. After her less than desirable transformation she’d cut ties with her adoptive parents, dropped out of school, and started to live her life as kind of a nomad, wandering from place to place, never getting comfortable anywhere, and more importantly traveling with nothing more than she needed. No connections, no emotions, it was almost like she didn’t exist. One night she found herself at the bar next to Damon and after a few drinks, they’d all but spilled their lifelong dreams and passions, and through insistent prodding, countless interventions, and sheer brute force Penny was able to let her walls down just enough to carve a special place for Damon in her heart. His companionship brought her back from her own personal hell and for that Penelope was eternally grateful, and so she trusted him with her life, and he trusted her with his, their mutual fondness and affection for each other compounding into what they would both consider a bond thicker than anything they’d ever known from family. “Would you hurry up already, I wanna get perfectly inebriated, force you to dance with me, and then get super emotional at the end of the night before you tuck me in with a blood bag, and I want to completely forget about the dragons coming to murder those poor councilmen and then threaten to kill us all” she rambled, though it ended in a whine as she waited at the door of her semi- unpacked apartment for Damon to come out of the bathroom. “You look damn good I’m sure, but if you’re not out in two seconds I’ll be forced to kick your ass, fuckface!” 

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Maxine had been surprised to find she woke up in a world of pain, that she imagined wasn't unlike the ninth circle of hell. She was also surprised to find she woke up at all. Whether or not she passed out from pain or Katherine knocked her out was beyond her, but the vampire seemed to o been gone. Not that any of it mattered, because the sadistic psychopath that she was, hadn't healed her before she left. On the bright side, if what she knew was true, she'd come back as a vampire. So technically she'd still be alive? The problem was Max liked the sun far too much to go through any of that. There was something she remembered, though - little things. The way Damon fixed something faster than he should of been able to, especially by himself. But also the ring on his hand - she could of sworn he had one on. It took two minutes to push passed the pain and grab her phone and even longer to try and get the touch screen to work with all that blood, but she called up the Mystic Grill, hoping Damon was around.

The pink haired woman barely managed to speak his name wo whomever answered, but he asked her to hang on so Damon must of been there. When his voice came on the line, it shocked her; she had nearly passed out again. "Beach, H-Handsome.. blood.. everywhere.." She chose her words carefully; she wasn't sure if her subtle accent would slip through in her condition so she chose his nickname, location, and blood was typically not a good thing. Before she managed anything else, though, she began to cough and choke on what she could only assume was her own blood - unfortunately, that wasn't the only place she was bleeding from.

Three days. That’s how long it’d been since she’d been trapped in this god forsaken place - which also equaled up to three days of absolutely no sleep and three days of putting up with Damon’s nonsense. She was going to lose it. Bonnie threw off her covers and slipped on her slippers to march over to Damon’s room. It wasn’t her greatest plan, but she needed sleep and in order to get that she needed to be in someones company, even if that someone was a moody vampire. She swung his door open and briefly eyed him before removing her shoes. “Scoot. Now.” It wasn’t her intention to be rude or demanding, but she had no time for explanations. The witch slid into his bed and moved around a bit to find a comfortable spot, once she did she sighed a happy sigh and closed her eyes. “Goodnight.”