“Don’t even give me that losing appeal either. It’s quite a testament to Elena that I am hers. I haven’t felt that way about anyone, not even her sister. That doesn’t mean that I have totally forgotten my roots.” He smiled again, steepling fingers in front of him around the glass. “I have always thought that people were not meant to be monogamous. We have basic animal instincts, which say that if the pheromones are right, let nature take it’s course, but hurting another person is where a human differs from that primal state. I cannot hurt her.”
“Holy wars exist not because of anything holy, but because of the corruption of some men. The patriarchy’s drive for power and dominion over all things enables war. God is merely the excuse. As for the Flood…” Samandriel shrugged. “Let’s just say you shouldn’t believe everything you read in the Bible. That particular event is a complete fabrication used to justify the presence of fossils.”
He considered Damon’s words carefully. “No one’s asking you to hurt her,” he said softly, “and your devotion to Elena doesn’t mean that I won’t lose my appeal. None of that means I lose my appeal. All it means is that you’re hers and you’ll do everything in your power not to hurt her.” Just as Samandriel was Lucifer’s and he would do not a single thing to hurt him either. Samandriel looked over at Damon, eyes somehow even paler in the dark. “What happens if your dreams are so far from complete, that none of you have realized that Elena is to be what you are? What if one day she wakes up and has fangs or senses that can pick up far more than any human can?” He frowned just a little. “Though, I mean I suppose I could sustain both of you but I imagine that might get awkward and I’m not entirely sure what…”
Samandriel cleared his throat and said softly, “you’re the first non-angel I’ve been attracted to at all. It’s very confusing for me. Not bad, just...odd.” He should probably count Dean, but Dean was so closely tied with both Castiel and Michael to varying degrees of intensity that he couldn’t really separate the Winchester from Heaven. “It’s just coming from a position where I thought that my sexuality was completely negligible on the Kinsey to...realizing that I’m actually an insatiable, kinky little shit. Having it be just angels was understandable as far as species designation goes, but then you...were brilliant and challenging and I checked my email far too often to see if I’d gotten a comment from you again and then you were gorgeous.”
And now, here they were. The angel sighed. “Everything’s just...three months ago, I was completely human. Understood absolutely everything about myself I thought there was to understand.” Seventeen year olds didn’t tend to get too overly complex. “And now...now I feel like I know absolutely nothing. I might even like kissing girls or absolutely hate cats. Not a clue.” It was an effort not to let his anxiety crowd him out, to keep them both where they were in the peaceful little vineyard and not simply drag Damon back to the one place where he actually felt safe without warning. The boy’s voice was very quiet when he spoke again, tension threading a break into it that he didn’t wish for. “May I take us somewhere else?”