bonnie bennett (taimi starr) (floatsfeathers) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-11-12 17:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bonnie bennett (floatsfeathers), ~damon salvatore (niceish) |
who damon & bonbon
what reuniting!
where beach
when upon arrival (backdated)
warnings squishing hugs, language?
status closed/incomplete
One minute, he'd been in his own personally designed hell with Bonnie Bennett and her incessant crossword, the next he was opening his eyes to something honestly glorious. The sun was shining, the smells were substantially less musty than his house, and the best part? Wherever he was, there was no way it was 1994 in Mystic Falls. Damon sat up, shook some sand from his hair and surveyed his surroundings incredulously. Damon knew this place, but still couldn't wrap his mind around why or how it all worked. The only thing he knew was that, given the chance to ditch that prison world, he took it without batting an eye--somewhat. So long as Bonnie Bennett had taken the ride with him. They may have been bickering left and right, but there was affection to it. Damon loved her in his own way and she was stuck with him as much as he was stuck with her. Given the chance to redo it all with the same options (Elena off the table, of course), he'd choose the same. Right, Bonnie. Dizzied from the trip, Damon jumped to his feet anyway with a grumble over the malaise. He'd soldier through it, because finding Bonnie was far more important than a bit of vertigo. She had to be here, if he'd gotten out of that place without her, he'd regret the choice forever. They were going to ride that train to the bottom of his best bottle of bourbon together. A hint of panic crept into his system, fists flexing at either side of him in frustration. "Come on, Bonnie, where are you?" Doing an about face, he saw her further down the beach. With a blast of vampire speed, Damon was in front of her and scooping her up into a triumphant hug. "We made it!" When they'd first arrived in 1994, that little pocket of reality that served as some kind of - she didn't know - hell or purgatory or whatever, Bonnie was just grateful to still be. They were alive, they hadn't faded into nothing or ceased to exist. Best of all, she wasn't the Anchor anymore. While that gig had let her interact with her friends, it had definitely sucked in other ways. She hadn't been able to connect with her magic, even though she could feel it was almost there. She felt different than before. She wasn't a ghost, she wasn't the Anchor, she was alive. That knowledge fueled the relentless optimism that no doubt drove Damon crazy. They'd escaped the collapse of the other side. They'd get home eventually, back to Elena and Jeremy and everyone else they loved. She just had to get her magic back. And she would. Still, desperation was starting to set in when Arva appeared to them, offering them another kind of escape. They'd agreed together, this was what they wanted. It was a way out. For all her optimism, she was desperate enough to get out of the 90s that she'd agreed. When she arrived on the island, Damon was nowhere to be seen. That disappointed her more than she wanted to admit. Rather than dwell, she started to explore and before she knew it, she was being scooped up into an exuberant hug, seconds after hearing him call her name, by none other than the biggest pain in her ass. Laughing, she hugged him back. “I told you we'd make it out,” she told him smugly, but she was grinning, too. It was one of the weirdest propositions he’d ever gotten, but Damon wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. That was their only ticket out of that hellhole, they had to take it. The hitch was, he wouldn’t go without Bonnie. Whatever oddities fate threw at them, he was determined to tackle it with his witchy best friend by his side (not that he’d admit that while sober). Much like Elena, Bonnie was cursed with that ridiculous optimism that he’d never quite understand. That she was right this time hadn’t escaped him, so he was loathe to concede defeat in his staunch pessimistic ways. Despite as much, he was laughing in relief. The only thing that really mattered was that they’d made it. He’d deal with the ramifications of their decision later. “Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop grinning. “Can’t I be off the hook hearing about it now that we’re here?” He’d never waste the chance to poke fun at her. Easing off of her finally, sparing them any awkwardness in a hug that went on too long, Damon opted to stay close by to her anyway. Sure, he had the rundown from the goddess, but he still didn’t completely trust their circumstances. He’d been tricked by people he implicitly trusted before, after all. “Bet you didn’t picture us getting out of ‘94 just to end up having to partake in epic sexcapades though.” “Nope.” Bonnie grinned smugly at him as the probably, pleased as punch to be able to say she'd been right. No way was she going to let him out of admitting it or stop rubbing it in any time soon. She was also just happy to be somewhere new. The scenery around them was beautiful and this place with humming with a kind of magic Bonnie could almost feel. She couldn't explain how she knew, but she could feel that Arva’s offer had been genuine. And even if she couldn't quite access her own magic, she could sense this place was full of it. Bonnie rolled her eyes at the sexcapades comment. “You would focus on that part,” she said, shaking her head. “Damon, we’re here for more than just procreation. We’re going to be building a new society here.” Not that sex didn't sound nice. She'd been trapped in 1994 with only Damon for company, so it had obviously been a while. As long as they weren’t in Mystic Falls forever, he didn’t wholly care where they ended up. He’d prefer to be somewhere that had Elena, but that Bonnie was around kept him sane. There were worse places to end up, too. The scenery didn’t suck. Being tasked with repopulation was on the undeniably bizarre side, but he hadn’t given that aspect of the deal much thought until now. “It’s the most important part of rebuilding,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He wasn’t on board with it though, not as long as there was the slightest chance Elena could show up. No other women existed, they were platonic friends-to-be. Damon would bust his tail helping where he could, but anything else was off the table. “We should figure out where we want to set up camp,” he added, glancing around. “Assuming you want to stick with me now that we’re out of the endless supply of bourbon,” and don’t think he wasn’t salty about that. It had nearly been enough of a reason for him not to want to come. Bonnie just rolled her eyes again. She suspected he didn’t actually mean that, but she decided not to call him on it at the moment. They both had people at home, people who thought they were dead, people they might never see again, but Bonnie wasn’t ready to give up hope and she didn’t think he was, either, no matter how much he tried to act like it. Admitting that she liked having him nearby wasn’t something she wanted to admit, either, so she shrugged and pointed to the signs she’d spotted. “It looks like the main camp is that way. We should probably check that out before we decide where we’re going to be sleeping. She didn’t know if there’d be central housing or if they’d have to put something together themselves, but heading that way seemed like a good idea either way. Hope wasn’t his strongest suit, but Bonnie had been inspiring in an annoying sort of way. He meant that fondly. He knew he was the last person she’d ever want to be stuck with and the same could be said in return once upon a time. Over time, their dynamic had evolved, so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Not being near Elena was torture, but it beat being completely alone in a year he abhorred to relive. Following with his eyes where she pointed, Damon gave a faint nod. “Uh huh… Living with people in a commune!” He finished with a faux-British flourish. “I do declare.” Poking fun at people was forever ingrained in his nature, even if they weren’t around to roll their eyes or scoff at him. “Guess we better go make ourselves feel welcome, Bonbon,” Damon said, starting toward the main camp. “If you see a volleyball along the way, I want it. Gonna name it Wilson.” Bonnie rolled her eyes and hit him, but she couldn’t help laughing a little. “Well, at least it won’t be the two of us,” she said. “And we’re rid of that stupid crossword.” If she was lucky, they’d have some other clothes here. Preferably something in the Not Flannel family. “Come on, jerk,” she added, shaking her head at him as she picked up her pace as they walked toward the direction of the main camp. She didn’t know if this place was going to be better than 1994, but she was optimistic. It was gorgeous here, for one, and for two, they weren’t stuck anymore. That had to better than being stuck in the past. As much as he’d grown accustomed to only having Bonnie around, the prospect of having other people around was something he welcomed. Damon wasn’t entirely sure how much more of the crossword and perpetual preparation of pancakes he could take. Funny how having over a century of stories to share seemed insignificant in light of not knowing how much time they’d be stuck in that prison world. Although Elena was nowhere to be seen, he had Bonnie and ideal scenery. Damon could handle that in the interim of waiting and wondering if he’d ever see the woman he loved again. Bonnie kept him grounded, reminded him not to slip off the wagon and fall back on his old ways. They’d be fine, this could work; he was oddly optimistic. So, he followed alongside her happily. “You’re just jealous ‘cause I thought of it first,” he joked, nudging her back. Bonnie wasn’t likely to admit to enjoying Damon’s company, but even if that was true - and she wasn’t saying it was - it was going to be nice to have other people around. Of course, they had no idea how it was going to go, whether it would be safe here or just as insane as Mystic Falls, but right now Bonnie would take it. It had to be better than being stuck by themselves in 1994. She shook her head at his joke, rolling her eyes again. “Yeah, that’s totally it. I wish I could come up with a stupid idea as easily as you,” she shot back. The banter was familiar, comforting, but she was anxious to start exploring their new environment and she set off eagerly down the path with him, looking forward to whatever adventures waited for them here. |