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Damon Salvatore likes holding hands. (manwithareason) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-05-06 00:27:00

Entry tags:

{damon salvatore, {elena gilbert

WHO: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
WHEN: Saturday evening
WHERE: Elena's cabin
WHAT: Truce
RATING: Hey, whaddyouknow! It got high!
STATUS: Closed | Complete

Damon was honestly very confused. Everything Elena had said made it sound like she wanted him to feed from her, and not just that once like he had thought. Still, when he'd asked her directly about it, she'd said she didn't want to be bitten again. He'd thought, when she'd mentioned eating pirates, that that was where her poutiness was coming from - she thought he'd snuck off on his own to commit a few murders while she couldn't complain - but, firstly, he hadn't killed anyone, just made sure he was well fed so he wouldn't get as weak as he had been before, and, secondly, that didn't seem to be her issue either. If he didn't know better, he'd say she was jealous of the pirates for acting as his source of food.

Well, whatever was bugging her, he'd had enough of it. He wasn't stuck on a train with the woman he loved, and no brother to interfere, just to have her ignore him for something he didn't even know he'd done wrong. He wanted to go back to how it was before Tortuga, before he'd kissed her again, when she'd hang out in his room during the day and sometimes even stay there beside him at night. It had been a little awkward, mainly because Damon spent the whole time trying to resist jumping her bones, but it had been much, much better than this.

His face smooth and unreadable, Damon stopped outside Elena's door and lifted his hand to knock. He'd been to her room a couple of times in the past two weeks, but mostly they'd just stayed at his end of the train. Still, if he needed to go and see her to get this... whatever it was sorted out, so be it. "I come in peace," he called through the door, trying to hold back on the mocking tone that would usually be in his voice.

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manwithareason
2012-05-06 01:12 am UTC (link)

Damon walked inside when Elena stepped out of the doorway, shutting them into the room together. His smile faded and was replaced by a frown at her words. Did she really think that all he cared about was alcohol? Sure, they'd been drinking a lot since arriving on the train but for Damon that was more about staving off blood cravings than actually wanting to get drunk. He'd only been offering it to Elena because she seemed to loosen up and not worry so much when she'd had a drink. Maybe that wasn't the best way to make her feel better but it had seemed to work the times he'd tried it.

He stood facing her and shoved his hands into the pockets of the leather jacket he'd resumed wearing now that he wasn't out in Tortuga. He wanted to be blunt and just ask her what her problem was but he had a feeling that this was one of those really annoying times when he should try to use tact.

Nope... no, that wasn't going to happen. He was just too frustrated by the way she was acting and the confusion it was causing within him. He was usually so sure of himself - if someone was pissed at him he knew why and, usually, they had a pretty good reason. This time, however, he honestly didn't know what he'd done to annoy her and he wanted answers.

"Oh, come on, Elena," he said, his frown deepening. "You're seriously going to act like this? What the Hell am I supposed to have done wrong this time?" He'd been on his best behavior, after all. He'd made sure of that fact that he hadn't done anything too morally questionable or reckless. He hadn't even tried to sleep with that woman who'd said she didn't think he could handle her! In Damon's world, that was practically begging him to prove her wrong but he hadn't because he wanted to show Elena that he really could be 'The One' material.