#nadiahqs

     it almost doesn’t surprise damon to find out he’s been placed in a tent with nadia. he doesn’t believe in god, doesn’t believe in fate, doesn’t even believe in karma, but he does believe the universe is full of random chaos, and that nine times out of ten, if something unfavorable can happen, it probably will. murphy’s law, he’s heard it referred to as, but he hates the idea of giving it a name. the point, of course, is that he is stuck with nadia in this tent for the next week and if there’s ever been a better time to get this whole thing over with and talk to her already, he can’t remember it. he despises this process of metaphorically clearing the air, and maybe if it had been most other people, damon wouldn’t have bothered. but not so long ago he really had been harboring some kind of feelings for nadia ( before his mother and her parents had begun conspiring to get them hitched and unknowingly done the one thing they could have done to butcher those feelings ) and if nothing else, he respects her too much to treat her the way he treats most other people. so before retiring to the tent at the end of the first day--which has felt like several days--he pulls her aside and guides them to the outskirts of the clearing where everyone is set up, safe from prying eyes and ears under the cover of trees. “it’s about time we spoke, isn’t it?” he says in a low voice, leaning back against a large pine’s trunk and sticking his hands in the pockets of his chinos ( which he’s decided to wear camping ). “i half suspect my mother had something to do with our sleeping arrangements.”