“i said i would handle it.” grit teeth, a balled fist full of the fabric of his brother’s hoodie to keep him still and, as far as damon is concerned, to spare him from his own stupidity. damon lets his anger flare to conceal something more honest. but he’s the older brother and those instincts rear their head, despite himself. old habits are habits, no matter how old they feel now. he’ll step in when it gets messy enough or when things seem particularly dire ( then again, don’t they always? ). “so, stef, tell me. what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” / hi it’s @miserableternity
stefan knows his brother is in there somewhere. he catches glimpses of the man he used to know more often these days but he still can't trust that. damon promised lifetimes ago that he wouldn't be able to and he's proven many times that he knows how to keep that promise. " i know how you handle things, damon. " stefan snaps and his eyes are wide, the panic creeping up in him clear as day even though he tries to stuff it all down. this is all about to go terribly wrong and it would all be his fault because every drop of blood that @miserableternity spills is fault. he has to live with that forever and he came to terms with that awhile ago but there's just too much on the line right now for one of damon's episodes. his fingers wrap around the wrist that holds his hoodie but he doesn't use any force to remove him. to keep him close. what is damon doing and why can't stefan ever figure it out before it's too late ? " i would have to clean up your mess anyway so i thought it would be easier to leave out the extra step of you fucking it up this time. "
