Damon Salvatore likes holding hands. (![]() ![]() @ 2012-04-22 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | {damon salvatore, {radical edward |
Characters: Damon Salvatore and Radical Edward
When: The evening Damon arrives
Location: 602
Warnings/Rating: Mostly low / Some swearing / Some TVD spoilers
Summary: Damon meets his roommate
Status: Closed/Complete
Damon was frustrated. And hungry. Neither of which issues seemed to have a foreseeable solution. He couldn't be here. Not after what had happened with Elena. They had kissed! They would have done more if stupid Jeremy hadn't interrupted them. Elena had been so close to giving in to the feeling Damon knew she had for him and now it was all ruined. Sure, they had fought but that didn't erase what had happened at the motel. He wasn't going to do anything to mess it up this time - she was going to see that he could be everything she wanted and needed - and now he was stuck on a fucking train in the middle of God-knows-where with no way of getting home or contacting Elena. This was awful. He'd rather have been kidnapped and bled again, by a vengeful vampire barbie, than be stuck here. Letting out a growl of frustration, Damon lashed out, the tiled wall of the shower taking the brunt of his aggression. Tiles fractured and fell to the floor where the water falling from overhead splashed and swirled around them. Damon looked at the destruction, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. He wanted to rip apart the whole stupid train but he knew that wouldn't get him back to Elena, so what was the point? Sighing, Damon reached out and turned off the shower before shaking droplets out of his wet, black hair. He'd hoped showering would make him feel better but it hadn't. Pushing aside the shower door, he reached out for one of the towels that hung on the rail nearby. He didn't know if it was clean or belonged to this Edward girl he was supposed to be sharing with but he honestly didn't care all that much. He quickly rubbed himself down before wrapping the towel around his waist, stepping out into the steamy bathroom and through to the bedroom. He hadn't even had his phone on him when he'd been brought here - he could see it now, sitting on the dashboard of the rental car - so he couldn't try to call home, even if he thought he knew it would be hopeless. It would be doing something and anything was better than just sitting here doing nothing. He felt so trapped. |