#invitis

    He'd been sitting around for months. Damon's death was raw in his mind, getting the news from his baby sister that Damon Salvatore was never going to be around to harass, irritate, or jar Niklaus in any way had caused him... pain. Immense pain, he couldn't shake it. Nor did he bother trying. He buried his face against the pillows of his bed - Hayley could not reconcile him, Niklaus could not - no one could. 

    That night, he found himself in a drunken stupor. He sat in a bar, half a bottle of Bourbon in one hand, the other rested on the table before him. He was entirely disheveled, his hair was unkempt, having grown out quite a bit, he didn't bother shaking, causing there to be quite a bit of scruff, and he was in a white t-shirt and a leather jacket.

    He let his head fall forward onto the bar. An angry sigh escaped him.

Asher stared at the note, unable to speak. His jaw tightened and he closed his eyes. First Stefan now his dad. Stefan was back and Damon was not. What was he supposed to do? He could try to find an elemental. Terran and he were on good terms. His dad's soul couldn't be gone forever right? Neither could Bonnies.

                                   you are the greatest thing i've ever achieved in my 173 years.

His dad was gone. He barely got any time with him and right now his anger ebbed away to be replaced with sadness. He regretted what had happened, he should have gone instead of his dad. Given him the chance to change things. But Damon had gone while he watched over Bonnie, made sure that the ones who came out where okay.

                                         His heart hurt.

                                                   Damon was gone.

                                                           He had lost his father.

Go to a music festival

i am satan, didn’t you know? >.> lmao. you knew what you signed up for with me.

do you think alaric will start saving a seat for damon now?

    He was laying on Damon's hotel room bed, and watched his brother and Elena moving around, both pacing frantically. Well, Elena was. Stefan turned his head to look at his older brother. "You stole my hero hair. Your eyes distract everyone when it comes to actually doing things and the way you squint is obnoxious. Sometimes I just want to slap that smirk off your face and other times, okay, I'll admit it, my damn older brother is totally kissable, but hey - you didn't hear that from me." He shrugged, then looked to Elena.

    "I loved you, yeah, but you love Damon, it hurts to see you together; maybe because I'm selfish, yeah, I'm real selfish. I wanted you to be mine and only mine forever. And I wanted my brother to myself... no matter how badly I pushed him away. But if things start getting toxic between the two of you, I swear I'll kick your ass. Because you know what? Damon's the most important person to me."