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Damon Salvatore had everything he ever wanted (someonehasto) wrote in timestreamic,
@ 2016-09-16 19:27:00

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!log/thread, damon salvatore, elena gilbert

WHO: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
WHERE: Random dockside tavern
WHEN: 16th September, early evening
WHAT: Damon is drunk
WARNINGS: Brief mention of death and violence.
STATUS: Ongoing

Damon poured more of the swill they called whisky down his neck, as he sat slumped on his bar stool. He'd managed to barely hold himself together when half the people he cared about had disappeared last month. But, if he was honest with himself, he'd been failing epicly. It had been two weeks since TARA had returned him from RnR, only to discover that Bonnie, Enzo and Alicia had gone. As well as Katie and Rebekah having been taken just before he left. And, from what he'd heard from Stefan and Bon-bon, home was not a fun place to return to right now.

Sighing, he rested his head on his arms. Not worried at all about the locals. They'd already made the mistake of trying to pick a fight with him. Killing the biggest guy there seemed to subdue the rest. Well, that and compelling them to ignore him, and throw the body in the sea seemed to do the trick.

He can honestly say, he was not exactly a happy bunny right now. And, passing out at a bar when he was depressed was a very him thing to do. Just, a part of him wished it was a cleaner bar. Preferably nearer Mystic Falls.

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someonehasto
2016-09-18 03:37 pm UTC (link)

Damon dozed lightly on the bar, the alcohol having taken it's toll, even on his vampire constitution. But, he still sensed as soon as Elena got close. He was still far too well attuned to the Gilbert girl. Even if this one was from before she'd fallen in love with him.

"Were you watching me sleep?" He smirked, as he slowly opened a piercing blue eye to look at the love of his life. He internally sighed at the look of compassion on her face. The selfish part of him needed her to remember. To love him. But, when it came to Elena, he always found it hard to be selfish. And, he hadn't seen his brother this happy in a long time.

Groaning he sat up, running a hand through his hair. Bemoaning the loss of hair gel. Although, not as much as he suspected Stefan did. Grabbing the half full bottle of whisky by his elbow, he took another pull. "What are you doing here, Elena?"

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alwayshopes
2016-09-18 09:52 pm UTC (link)

Elena might be with Stefan, but she cared about Damon. She didn't want to admit that, but she did. His attitude didn't fool her. She knew he was hurting, maybe as much as she was with the loss of their friends.

"Don't flatter yourself, Damon, I came in for a drink," she half-lied. It was true that she'd come in for that reason, but implying she didn't care about him was definitely a lie. Despite herself, she did. No matter how stupid she told herself that was.

"You could at least be polite and share.

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	someonehasto 2016-09-20 03:46 pm UTC (link)
	Damon knew Elena far too well, even when drunk. And, caught the half lie, and raised an eyebrow at her in disbelief. "Are you make believing that I have feelings again, Elena?" Still, however rude he acted, he'd never turn down her company. No matter how much it hurt. And, he passed the bottle over. "I wouldn't ask for a cup. You don't know where they've been." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

alwayshopes
2016-09-21 08:03 pm UTC (link)

Elena just cocked her head to the side in a who do you think you're kidding look. She knew it was mostly an act. Damon did have feelings. If anything, he felt things too deeply.

She grabbed the bottle and tipped it to her lips and took a long pull of the liquid. A moment later, she passed it back with a little cough. "That's not whisky," she laughed. "No wonder you're in a mood."

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someonehasto
2016-09-28 04:41 pm UTC (link)

Damon watched as she took a pull of the crappy alcohol, and raised an eyebrow, smirking as she handed the bottle back. "Yup, crappy booze always puts me in a bad mood."

He felt his heart breaking the more he looked at her. Well aware that it would be at least a year until she realised that he was the one she was meant to be with. Not, Stefan. And, then it seemed to take her being sired by him for her to work that out. And, he sure as hell didn't want to go through that again.

Pushing the pain aside, he tilted his head to the side. His smirk turning into a real smile for once, as he stood gracefully. He held his hand out, and bowed low, looking up at her. "Dance with me, Miss Gilbert?"

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