Dumat: The Dragon of Silence (nearestvessel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-15 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elena gilbert, samandriel |
Who: Elena Gilbert & Samandriel
What: Meeting the new bff’s girlfriend
When: 12/03
Where: Rando college party
Rating: Low, some adult talk but nothing too graphic
Status: Complete
The problem that happened when your already graduated and out in the world friends start hearing you’ve been having ‘some stress related problems’ is that the solution tends to be party. And those parties tend to include lots of red solo cups, complete strangers, and your friends getting so drunk that they accidentally abandon you shortly after arrival. Or at least, that had been Samandriel’s experience thusfar. He’d been tempted to leave himself, but some part of him knew that his friends would miraculously notice that he’d left early. He had, by his estimate, another hour before he could make good his escape.
Even an angel could tell when it was getting hot and stuffy inside, and frankly without an instrument to hand, Samandriel wasn’t good at crowds. The backyard seemed safe enough, a cool breeze ruffling through his hair doing wonders to pull the loud atmosphere from inside off of him. He probably would have stayed by himself longer if he hadn’t caught sight of a young woman who looked familiar in a way he couldn’t possibly explain. It was like he knew her, or he knew someone very, very important to her. “Hello,” he said softly, obligatory red solo cup in hand, “sorry, I ah, I don’t mean to intrude it’s just…” He frowned a little and looked worriedly up at her. “Have we met?”
Elena had told Damon about the party tonight, but she’d also been sure to reassure him that she wasn’t going alone (in case he brought up her requiring an escort) and he needed to stay home and work on the papers he’d been grading for his classes. It was college, and sometimes she had to go out and party at least a bit just so people didn’t think she was a hermit. Elena didn’t mind parties, it was just...she thought she’d be having a lot more fun elsewhere. As she was the only girl in her little group that was for sure taken by a man, she’d left her friends to flirt and dance with strangers while she went to get a breath of fresh air.
She’d been checking her phone for texts and taking a sip of her beer when the man approached her, causing the teen to look up and over with wide brown eyes, a confused expression coming over her face. “Hi. Um...I don’t think we have,” Elena replied, giving a little smile and tucking her phone into the back pocket of her skinny jeans. “I go to school here though, so…?” She laughed softly and shrugged, taking another swig of beer, hoping this stranger wasn’t here to hit on her. She’d gotten enough of that so far.
“No,” Samandriel said, frowning just a little while he considered things. His head tilted ever so slightly to one side, a habit he’d unknowingly picked up from his brother, though he managed to do without the slight squint to his eyes that Castiel was so skilled at. “Sorry!” He said, realizing that he was being Rude and staring and that Lucifer wouldn’t approve in the slightest. The young angel blushed, visible against pale skin even in the dark. “It’s just that I’m trying to figure out why you seem to belong with my friend Damon. I’m not… I have a boyfriend. Too. Maybe? You know, at some point I’m bound to get better at this.” Instead of figuratively choking on his own foot whenever he met someone without a blank text box between them for the first time.
Elena was definitely confused, but she didn’t want to seem rude over it--after all, her parents had taught her to have much better manners than that. It was only when he said ‘Damon’ did she really perk up, her lips parting at him and a small laugh coming out. “Damon...Salvatore? He’s my boyfriend,” she told the stranger, lifting a hand to point to herself, letting her fingers graze her collarbone. She had no idea how he had gotten all of that and why he had said “belong with”, but she supposed given the fact her boyfriend was turning into a vampire, there had to be all sorts of other creatures out there. Maybe this guy was one of them.
“Oh!’ Samandriel said, smiling as he relaxed a little more. “Elena, then, right? Sorry, I can…” He gestured vaguely at her, “it’s just very clear that you’re very loved and that-” He cut himself off and shook his head in mild frustration. Trying to explain energies and ghosts of presence to even would-be angels was difficult enough sometimes that he didn’t know how he’d begin to manage it with someone who would never See the way he could. “Samandriel. I’m Samandriel. The angel who has apparently become a kind of family to your boyfriend.”
The brunette laughed happily and stared at the man; it was a bit awkward, but at least she felt relaxed in this conversation, even if she couldn’t really understand what he had sensed with her. Obviously he must have felt Damon on her or something like that, which wouldn’t be too surprising since she spent more than a bit of time around him and had just been at his apartment before coming to the party.
“Yeah, you got me. I am Elena,” she replied, cocking her head a bit and still smiling. “I think I remember him talking about you a bit. I know he’s been trying to make some...friends with all of the changes that are going to start happening.” She frowned a bit after her statement and dropped her head slightly, sipping on her beer.
“Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing to the seat next to her, and then taking it. If she didn’t want him there, he’d leave. It was really exactly that simple as far as his logic went, but then again he had no idea how he could make himself less of a threat to her. “You’re more worried about what he’s going through than you admit, aren’t you?” he asked quietly. These kinds of conversations were far easier to have without looking at the person with whom you were having him. Samandriel had at least picked that one up before his dreams kick-started and left him all phenomenal cosmic powers in a teenaged living space.
She nodded her head no to his first question, shifting in the place beside him and turning her body a bit to better face him. He might have been a stranger to her, but at least he was someone who actually knew about Damon and what he was going through. She could tell that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be asking about her feelings on the matter. And they were pretty complicated feelings. When her and Damon had been affected by that truth bug a few weeks ago, they’d both spilled a lot on it and it had definitely cleared the air, but Elena still worried. It was what she did.
“Yeah, I guess I am. ...You can sense that,” she questioned, looking up at the angel with wide brown eyes full of curiosity.
“Sweetheart, anyone with eyes could sense that,” he said, looking at her, pale blue eyes somehow even paler in the light outside. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Samandriel asked, perpetually half full solo cup resting between his legs while he gave her his complete attention. “It helps, sometimes, to put voice to things to someone outside the situation, even if there isn’t any changing what’s going on.” Samandriel knew how it felt, though perhaps Dean would be better equipped to actually have this conversation with Elena. The people around the hunter kept changing and while Lucifer seemed to expect or at least accept the changes in stride, sometimes Samandriel worried for his brother’s husband. “At least that’s what I’ve noticed.”
She *did* want to talk about it without feeling like every time she brought it up she would be burdening or annoying someone. There was more to her life than this one thing, but Damon had been the only guy she’d dated that she could actually see herself having some sort of future with. The problem was that they knew he was turning into some immortal creature, but Elena had no idea what her future would hold.
“I didn’t think it was that obvious,” she said with a crooked smile before finishing off her drink and placing the plastic cup down in the lawn. “Damon and I talked about it before, but I always worry about it. I don’t know how much...he’s talked about this kind of stuff with you, but he told me that if I have a chance at a normal life, he wanted me to take it.” Elena shrugged, tugging on the hem of her shirt just so she could look away for another moment. “It’s kinda hard to imagine my life without him now though.”
“And I’m going to tell you exactly what I told him. It’s your life and you get to decide what to do with it, not him or anyone else. Things are going to be complicated and difficult in ways that they aren’t for other couples, but if the loss of a pulse and the gaining of a different dietary requirement isn’t going to change how you feel about him then I don’t see any reason for you to let him push you away.” Samandriel shrugged. “Unless it changes the way he feels about you, of course, but I highly doubt it will.” He reached to rest what he hoped was a comforting hand on her shoulder.
The brunette girl smiled longingly at the man, thoughts of her older lover clearly swimming through her head. Damon had a way of turning her mind into jelly, even when he wasn’t around. “He’s been such a big part of my life since my parents died,” Elena burst out, feeling Samandriel’s hand on her shoulder. “There’s plenty of money from them--my dad was a doctor, after all--but I’ve just… I had trouble adjusting to everything. My twin sister ran off, my brother spends his time hanging out with his friends and drinking, I’m sure, and I don’t feel like I should crowd them. But Damon’s just always there,” the teen explained.
Her teacher boyfriend had been more than a bit of a help. Elena had become an adult in an official capacity and she didn’t always know what the hell she was doing. There was so much new stuff to work out and without a guiding hand, she wasn’t sure what she would do. But Damon wasn’t only smart and sexy, he was so caring with her and he’d openly admitted that she was basically the best thing that had happened to him in the dating department. She felt the same, even with her rather small list of ex-boyfriends.
“I look at him when we spend time together, and I think that I could see us being like this forever…”
Samandriel listened quietly, letting her get out everything she needed to and then soaking all of that up so he could respond properly. “I honestly think that part of what he’s doing is pushing you away to protect himself. At least when he says things about you having a normal life and all. At this point, his forever is a long longer than yours. Who knows what the dreams will bring for either of you, but he seems pretty set on the idea of you not being what he is in them.” The hand didn’t seemed to be minded at all and so he just let himself keep it there for a moment before he lifted his arm and offered her what shelter and comfort he could against his side.
“Though I don’t think he’d really begrudge you expanding your friendship horizons. I’ve actually found it helps to hang out with people who don’t share your dream life.”
She felt strangely comfortable enough to cuddle into his side in a friendly way, listening to everything he was telling her. He was right, she figured. Damon had had a pretty hard life and it wasn’t like he’d ever wanted to get into anything serious when it came to relationships, at least not before he’d met her. It was pretty obvious he was always scared of screwing up with her because he loved her so much and those feelings were real.
“I know. Damon hasn’t had it easy and he likes to avoid pain. We had this huge fight awhile ago and he kinda moped and hung out on his brother’s couch the whole time. It was great when we got back together though,” Elena mentioned, blushing softly. If there was one thing that Damon was extremely talented at, it was sex, and the sex they had had to make up with each other…
“I have some other friends… College friends. But I guess that probably doesn’t count much since we don’t hang out outside of school.”
Samandriel cleared his throat. “There are parts of my powers I’m still learning how to control properly, and while I don’t particularly mind if you do, you should know that if you think about things loudly enough, I’ll hear them and...well I’m glad the make-up sex is amazing. Honestly, I had no doubt.” He clearly wasn’t worried about it, posture as relaxed and comfortable as it had been before.
“I’ll be your friend,” he said, just to put that out there, even if she couldn’t see that he had her sheltered under one large wing. “I mean you don’t even know me beyond angel and sometimes has intense theological debates with your boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends too. Besides, you and Damon have an open invitation to dine at my boyfriend’s restaurant with myself and said boyfriend whenever and I’m planning on having the both of you at my wedding this summer so we’re going to have to be friends at some point.” Sometimes, even Samandriel was amazed at how final he made things sound. “Okay?” he amended softly, almost worriedly. He’d probably overstepped, hadn’t he?
The fact he’d actually been able to *hear* her thoughts about her and Damon’s make-up sex made the girl blush bright red and she peered up at him, biting into her bottom lip. “Oh...um, sorry,” she attempted as an apology, though she wasn’t really sure what else to say about that anyways. No more thinking too deeply about her intimacies with her boyfriend.
She managed to collect herself a little in the next couple of moments, placing her cheek back down against his shoulder. “I’d like to be friends. It’d be nice to have someone else to talk to about all of this junk.” It could really wear her down if she wasn’t able to let it out, and things were tough enough with her college work piling up. “Who’s your boyfriend? And...congrats on getting married. I just went to Damon’s brother’s wedding as a bridesmaid.”
“Don’t be. I’ve heard far worse far louder,” he said, almost as if it was just every other day that something like that happened. He was working on it, and it was easier to deal with people’s thoughts of other people than it was to deal with people’s thoughts of his rear while he was playing at Lux.
“Lucifer Morningstar,” Samandriel said, “though it’s all very hush hush at the moment, since I’m not...quite eighteen yet and he’s kind of a big Society deal. Which is also why he hasn’t proposed yet, but the fact that it’s happening on my birthday has been the worst kept secret since the glitch in Pokémon Red and Blue.” He pressed his nose to her hair in quiet affection. “But thank you. I think it might actually be my graduation present.”
Elena had definitely heard the name around, who hadn’t? Which was exactly why she understood why they needed to keep it quiet. She’d had to keep her affections for Damon underwraps until she’d graduated so they were kinda in the same boat. She couldn’t help laughing at his joke of the whole thing though and the girl thought about how nice it was to meet this new friend. “I get it. I really do. Damon was my teacher--well, he was a student teacher, but still. Sometimes I have to keep reminding him that bad things could happen with his job if the school district found out he was dating an eighteen-year-old ex-student of his.”
She stopped talking suddenly and looked at Samandriel in apology. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to make that about me.”
“It’s fine,” Samandriel said, chuckling softly. “Lucifer found me working at a Jamba Juice and after a rather steamy bit of flirtation, I ended up working at Lux making music instead of in the mall making smoothies.” He shrugged fondly. “At least you and Damon are somewhere close to the same age. Impact on his job or not, somehow, it’s way more socially acceptable for you two to be a thing.” Whatever. Samandriel didn’t really care, not when he had what was effectively eternity to spend how he pleased. Hopefully with Lucifer in all honesty.
She stared up at him, listening to his story and giving a soft giggle. She thought it was actually pretty sweet, like a romantic comedy or something. How often did someone get plucked up from minimum wage hell and get to be doing something they really enjoyed thanks to someone they loved, even in California? you had to be pretty lucky. “That’s cute. Though now you’re making me want smoothies,” she teased, even if her smile soon faltered. “Damon and I might only be a few years apart in age, but...it’s not really easy, especially not since my brother seems to hate him. Jeremy and I have kinda started drifting apart since our parents died.”
Samandriel rubbed her shoulder again. “Stress can do that. It’ll either bring you together or shove you apart. And it’s hard, but sometimes you just have to let him drift for a while, because fighting against the current to pull him back in will just exhaust the both of you and make it so much worse. He’s your brother. He loves you. He’ll come back. It might take him time to understand, to accept you and Damon, but I’m sure he will.” And if not, well, Family was sometimes entirely what you made it and not what you were born to.
“My brother-in-law is still taking small steps and working up the courage to close all the distance he put between himself and his brother years ago, but being being patient and willing is the first part of this really messed up thing that is family. Despite whatever else we might be, we’re all still human at heart. Even vampires. Even angels.” And anger did so much to mask hurt on anyone. It was hard to see through to a wound when there were rows of fire and knives blocking anyone else from getting close enough to notice.
“Yeah, I guess it makes sense. He’s younger than me and I know he still needs to find his place in everything. A part of me understands why he doesn’t have any affection for Damon. There’s this history between him and my sister and… I know that Damon doesn’t always come across as the greatest guy, but when he feels like he doesn’t have to hide, he’s kind and loving. If he wasn’t, I wouldn’t still be with him.” She paused, letting out a sigh and playing with the hem of her shirt, looking down. “Maybe there’s more to it than that. I don’t have any doubt that things with my brother can get better. Damon mended bridges with his and they had a lot bigger reason to be pissed at each other.”
Elena looked up after a moment, pulling back slightly and licking her dry lips, looking eager to ask a question, but not quite sure if she should. Then again, maybe he could read it on her anyways, so she might as well say the words. “What happened with your brother?”
“Brother-in-law,” Samandriel corrected gently. “And not even technically that since Castiel and I aren’t related in this life.” He shook his head. “There are things about my brother’s husband, Dean, that I’m probably not supposed to know, but I don’t think he’d be upset too much that I know them.” Honestly, Dean would probably just write it off as weird angel crap, glare at him for a minute, and get over it.
“He basically raised his younger brother. Their father was, to put it succinctly, an abusive alcoholic who had no right to be raising children.” Samandriel was sure that John Winchester probably had his reasons, but that the man had made it this long without a bullet in his head was likely only a testament to how fundamentally good Dean really was. “Anyway, Dean raised his brother and spent pretty much his whole life serving as the shield between their father’s anger and his brother’s shot at a childhood. He hit eighteen and enlisted in the Marines, I guess because it seemed like the easiest way to walk away because he couldn’t handle it anymore. From what I understand, he made a very serious, very convincing threat to their father and…” Samandriel sighed. “He spent twelve years in the service, barely ever coming home, or even calling home after the first year or two. I don’t know if something happened over there that he doesn’t want to talk about or if it’s just the usual sad story of a vet who has problems reintegrating into civilian life or...or what, but at some point Dean convinced himself that his brother was better off without him.”
Samandriel looked down at Elena. “He’s working on it. It’s slow and painful for everyone, but he’s trying. It takes a lot to mend over a decade of lost time, though, particularly when one person went to law school and the other one went to war. It’s hard reconciling two totally different worlds like that. But they’re working on it. It just takes time. These things always do. But, Dean’s brother knows Castiel and seems to approve of it, and Dean’s friendly with his brother’s girlfriend so I have hope for Winchesters to actually come out of things okay.” As opposed to the lives they led in the dreams when things were always messed up and always a sheer, uphill battle that barely even they could win. Frankly, Samandriel was kind of glad that they’d been able to lead separate lives in this one. It might not have been happy for a while, but it wasn’t the apocalypse and that counted for a lot.
Elena watched Samandriel and there was definitely understanding coming over her face as he went on with the story. It was a lot rougher than things with Stefan and Damon, and the Salvatores hadn’t been torn apart for more than a few years, but it was still difficult. She was starting to really understand how hard things could be when your family was troubled thanks to her own firsthand experience. If Jeremy decided they’d be better off with little to no contact, Elena was stubborn enough to know that she wouldn’t let him walk away from her, not when they were all they had left. That time might be coming soon if she didn’t do something to nip it in the bud now.
“I hope they can fix things. I’m one of those believers that since you only have one life, you should make the most of it and not try to push your family apart. I get that...you can kinda make your own family, but it’s important to hold onto what you can. Even if it takes time. Damon and Dean seem to have some things in common though, from what you’re telling me,” she replied with a caring smile, patting Samandriel’s arm and then standing up to stretch her legs, arching her back. The girl pulled her empty cup from the grass and shifted her weight to one leg. “I’m gonna need another beer since I have this feeling if I don’t get tipsy enough for Damon to have to come and pick me up, he’s going to be really let down.”
“Go on then,” Samandriel said, watching her. “I’ll be right here a little longer.” Inside was a bit overwhelming. Too many loud thoughts, and so many of them intersecting with each other in odd ways that even if he’d gained all his practice tuning things out back when he got all his power, he’d probably still have a hard time. It was true though. Dean and Damon were two of a kind, but a kind that would either get on like two peas in a pod or try to rip each other’s throats out.
Elena smiled at him and then disappeared inside, pushing through the crowd to make her way to the keg. She narrowly avoided getting flirted with by some drunk frat boys and made her way back outside with a full cup of beer, sipping at it. “Mm, much better,” she said as she sat back down besides Samandriel. “So, Sam--can I call you Sam,” Elena questioned, giggling softly and spilling a bit of beer. “We’re now friends in the official capacity then? And I can attempt to invite you over, or hang out, or something. I don’t really know what Damon would be into doing. I just get bored of the college parties all the time and the schoolwork.”
“We’ve shared awkward family stories and we’re hiding from the rest of the party,” Samandriel pointed out, “I think that makes us friends in an official capacity, yeah.” He took a slow breath. “Sam is fine. I’m honestly still getting used to allowing people to shorten it, but it’s fine.” His name was really almost nine letters too long, but if he put in the effort to have to learn how to spell it right as a child, then some bitter part of him wanted to make everyone else suffer with him.
“You could attempt to invite me over or you could actually invite me over. I don’t think I’m very much fun, honestly. I’ve kind of always been an old man in a seventeen year old’s body.” The young angel shrugged. “I’m working on loosening up. No one really taught me how not to be a big stick in the mud serious young man who is going places.” He took a swig of his own beer, not that it was likely to do anything to him. For show, really. The whole keg? Yeah, he might get a bit tingly.
“Oh god, I have a lot more awkward family stories to go around,” she said with a laugh, fondly remembering her childhood, which kinda sucked now with the fact her parents weren’t around to meet her boyfriend and ask her how college life was going. Elena was slowly, but surely getting used to things and she knew it might take a lot longer than just a few months.
“People always told me I could be really boring, unlike my twin who was just the life of the party. But Damon’s taught me to loosen up a lot and it’s been working wonders. Sometimes it just depends on the company.” She shrugged and took a good chug of her beer, half of the contents of her Solo cup gone now. “Also, booze helps. And the right atmosphere. Honestly, I don’t know how many times Damon and I have had a drunk dance party.”
“Yeah,” Samandriel said softly, “part of the problem with the whole...angel thing is that I’d pretty much have to drink a whole liquor store before any liquor actually really started to affect me.” He shrugged. “My body generally burns through impurities too quickly.” Such was the way of things. Samandriel wasn’t too interested in getting drunk for the sake of getting drunk anyway, and he didn’t really think that Lucifer would approve much or at all.
“But hey, I’ve got a perfect SAT score,” he muttered, almost bitter about it at this point actually. His mother pushed him way too hard for someone who didn’t really seem to care much about him. “I’m looking forward to having to stop hiding my relationship. Dancing with Lucifer in public is...quite possibly the best, most romantic thing I can think of. More than playing with him on the days his pianist has a scheduling conflict and I’m set to work anyway.” He looked deviously at her. “Though that’s probably about as close to public sex as we’re ever going to get.”
“Aww, look at you! Getting all mushy over your boyfriend,” she said in a teasing tone, making kissing noises--okay, Damon was probably really rubbing off on her. It was seriously cute though and this was probably exactly what Elena sounded like when she was going on about her history teacher lover. It was actually super cute though.
“Damon and I haven’t ever...you know, in public. I think he was pretty close on Halloween though,” she reminisced with a little smile. “What’s it like though? I mean...being a guy with another guy. I’m kinda curious.”
“I’m not sure how to answer that?” Samandriel replied. “I mean, it’s not that I’m offended or anything, I just…” He frowned as he pursed his lips, searching for the words, “I’m not sure what you’re asking and I don’t have any personal experience with any other...um… girls. In general. My men tally is up to three at this point, but there just hasn’t been an opportunity to find out what it might be like with a woman.” He could feel himself turning a little pink, but that was simply what happened when he spent his whole life having assumptions made about him and not once had the chance to figure at least some of it out for himself. “Sorry. Can we go back to your question?”
“It’s alright, really. I mean, I’ve only had sex with two guys in my entire life, and obviously one is my boyfriend,” she shrugged. “Okay, so just forget I asked,” Elena went on with a big smile, silently asking him to forgive her for the awkward questioning. But she *was* seriously curious as to how two guys went at it since they would both have the equipment that...went into places. It wasn’t like Elena went out actively searching for these kinds of answers. But finishing her beer, with a chug, she stood up and held a finger to Samandriel, telling him to wait just a moment while she went for another refill, starting to feel slightly tipsy from her drinking that had been going on before the adorable angel had turned up.
When she was sitting back beside him, sipping at her full drink and licking her lips, she lifted her hand and swallowed. “But...how do two guys do it?”
“Ah,” he said, “well preferences vary greatly, but that’s the same as with anyone.” Some people just didn’t like penetrative sex and while Samandriel wasn’t one of them, he still got it. “Generally if you’re asking about actual fucking, it’s with a good deal of lube and preparation. If you’re asking about positions, virtually any way a man can fuck a woman, a man can fuck another man. It’s just a different hole and only a matter of a few inches’ distance.” The young angel smirked a little, mind drifting back to some of his more debauched nights. He’d have to make some phone calls again at some point. It’d been too long since a good deal of fun was had.
“Does it hurt,” she blurted out for her next question, practically on the edge of her seat in her sexual innocence. Of course she knew that people could...use that hole, but it wasn’t like she’d tried it or even thought about it. She was pretty content in learning all the kinky things she could do normally thanks to Damon’s experience. They’d probably get there eventually as things kept progressing in their relationship.
“It’s not supposed to,” Samandriel said. “The key is to get your partner to relax, go slow and use more lube than you’d ever think possible. And it feels really, really good. Well, at least to me it does. I’m not all that keen on being put in the assertive other side of things. It’s great for some people, but there’s something about the act of fucking to me that just doesn’t appeal nearly as much as being fucked.” He paused and considered things for a moment. “Though I might be okay with being ridden or possibly being in the middle.” The angel shrugged and took a sip of his perpetual beer.
“Fortunately, Lucifer isn’t all that fond of bottoming so it doesn’t come up as an issue between us at all and the other people I’m with have sort of put themselves under the assumption that I don’t look like the kind of guy who wants to pin someone down and make them beg.”
Elena was blushing bright red as she listened to Sam explain everything to her. It did make sense, but she just couldn’t understand how it could feel good back there… Maybe she was just too vanilla and used to it being put in the...right place. Well, the right place for her. *That* feeling was more than a bit familiar to her and just the thought of Damon pushing his way inside made her tremble softly. ...And she really needed to collect herself since Samandriel could probably read what was going through her head right now. The brunette coughed. “Oh...well… I don’t really know too much about being all dominant… Damon’s pretty, erm, assertive. And I feel like this conversation is really T.M.I. and the booze is talking,” she said, sipping at her beer again.
The part where Samandriel was trying really, really hard not to think about Damon in any capacity other than intellectual (and possibly fraternal,) until the man spoke to his girlfriend about the reality of his impending change and vampires and- Hard. It was hard. Those were very vivid images and Samandriel needed a moment. He held up one finger just to indicate a pause while he worked to restructure what he was and wasn’t listening to. “Yeah, not really worried about the TMI and honestly...there is nothing wrong with being assertive. Nothing. I mean. Fuck. Right up there with being eye-fucked from across the room by your partner when you know exactly how that’s going to go down against the wall later.”
“I’m sorry, I try really hard not to think about him and then--” She teethed at her bottom lip and took a deep breath, trying to focus on kittens and puppies instead of her incredibly attractive boyfriend. It was pretty hard, but she managed well enough. “I’ve been assertive before, I guess, but I’m usually not since Damon’s more experienced at everything.” Elena gave a little shrug and stared at him again. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable talking about this stuff. Not like...uncomfortable with the topic of sex, but I feel like if I keep talking about Damon, I’m going to keep thinking about him and my mind will let off all sorts of things I’d be embarrassed by.”
“That was what the minute I needed was for,” Samandriel said, smiling at her. “Adjusting things a bit so I can still keep a general eye on the party and try to filter out your thoughts. The last thing I need is for my idiot friends to do something even dumber than usual.” Great guys. Samandriel really just didn’t want to play the hero. “Unless you start shouting imagery at me, we should be okay.” It’d probably be fore the best if Damon never found out about Samandriel’s ability to pick up on wavelengths he didn’t want to. The vampire would probably just use that knowledge to fuck with him. “You’re ah…” He frowned, considering and then decided to rephrase the question entirely, “has he talked to you? About him using me as a primary food source?” Nobody needed to die. Nobody even needed to come close.
Elena gave her head a cock with a little smile, placing her warm hand on top of his in a reassuring action. “It must be hard, trying to control all of that. I’ll try to keep my thoughts as quiet as possible,” she promised, pulled her hand away after the moment had passed.
Her focus moved down to her half-filled cup and the girl swallowed the lump in her throat. She’d heard the whole thing back when her and Damon were affected by all that truthy stuff. She’d asked, he’d spilled, but instead of being mad about it, Elena could understand. Okay, yeah, she was a little...jealous, but Damon never wanted to put her in any sort of danger. “Yeah, he told me. I get it. I’m not pissed off about it, I promise. He’ll need the...sustenance and I wouldn’t be enough to keep one vampire going every day.”
“I just don’t want any, pardon the phrase, bad blood between us because of it.” Samandriel licked his lips, looking down at his now mostly empty glass before he decided he may as well actually empty it. “If he doesn’t actually inherit the control he has in his dreams when that day does come and he does you serious harm, however unintentionally. I need you to know that as long as you’re still alive, there’s every chance I can heal you.” It was a serious discussion to be having, but important. Elena and Damon both needed to know that if he fucked up, they really did have an even sometimes guardian angel that they could call to fix it.
“But mostly, I want us to be cool. I like you. I like him. I get the general idea you like me too. It might be a little awkward, but you’re not going to have to be looking at any evidence on me that he’s been...grabbing some angel food cake so if you’d just...rather pretend it’s not happening, I can do that too.” Samandriel pressed his lips together again and then added, quieter, “I just feel like communication gets everyone further and keeps everyone happier better than ignoring things does.” There. That seemed okay, didn’t it?
Elena didn’t want to think there might ever be a chance that Damon could cause her harm once he went full vampire, though if she was being logical, it was a fact she couldn’t simply ignore. He might have loved her, but he was already starting to display some cravings, mostly in the fact he got a lot more bitey in the bedroom.
“I know it could...happen,” and there was pain on her face when she admitted it. “Thank you, Samandriel. I really do appreciate it. You’re a good friend.” Elena gave her best smile and rested her cheek against his shoulder like she had before. “I don’t want to sweep anything under the rug. It might not be too long until Damon completes his...transition, or whatever, and I have to be prepared. So does he--especially. So I’m glad it’s all pretty well worked out, at least with what we know we can expect.”
Samandriel wrapped an arm over her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s not easy,” he said softly, “not for the people who are changing and not for the people who love them. The first thing that happened for me was a kind of seeing beyond. Like looking at people and being able to see what they really were, not just what they wanted you to see. It was good at first, waking up and seeing Lucifer, the bits of Grace in him even though he hasn’t started dreaming yet. Just, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen while awake.” It was only going to get brighter once Lucifer did start dreaming and angelhood became less of an abstract concept-eventuality and more of their shared reality.
“And then I met Dean and nearly wanted to throw up. Not because he was ugly or corrupt in any way, but because Dean had enough dreams in him at that point that I could see all the places where Castiel put him back together, and the ones where there wasn’t enough left of Dean to put back together that Castiel had to use bits of himself to do it. It was just...wrong. I’ve gotten used to it, clearly, but...I think that was the first moment I realized I wasn’t so sure about this whole becoming an angel thing.” It seemed to be easier for Elena to talk about anything but Damon’s impending transition so Samandriel did what he could to offer a distraction. These were stories he hadn’t even gotten around to telling Damon anyway, so it was nice to share.
“I don’t know if I could ever handle something like that,” Elena replied, her hand sliding down to his and taking it with a comforting squeeze, holding it between them. She was just too used to being normal and she hadn’t experienced any of the dreams herself yet either, though she’d heard plenty of it from Damon, obviously. At least that would make it a bit easier when the time came, but with something like Samandriel’s powers… How were you supposed to prepare?
“It must be hard for you, being able to see and hear so many secrets. To know the absolute truth. I couldn’t even begin to understand…” She looked up at him, her wide brown eyes full of a friendly affection for him. “I thought the whole vampire thing was tough, but you’re on this whole other level. Can’t say I believed much in angels before this moment.”
“Can’t say I believed in angels until I started becoming one, so we’re pretty even there,” he teased. He squeezed her hand back, glad for her presence there. “You get used to it, or at least filtering it out for the most part. The only reason I had my ears open was because...well, frankly it’s a college party and there’s at least two kegs, and some people aren’t the most trustworthy in the world.” Nobody needed to get hurt on his watch.
She gave a little giggle and nodded at him in complete understanding. “I would be the same way. These parties can be pretty crazy, which is why I always try to leave before...that part of the evening starts happening, or I bring backup.” She had no idea where her friends had ended up for the night since she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of them lately, but they were more experienced at this stuff than she was and tended to get around pretty well without incident. There’d be some walks of shame for them, as far as she heard, but that was as bad as it’d gotten. Still, Damon would probably be texting her soon to make sure everything was going alright. He’d be either slightly worried or just bored.
“Normally, I don’t go at all. I can’t tell you how many games of spin the bottle I’ve been drafted into and what’s going on in there just feels like more of the same only the bottle’s not empty..” He looked over at Elena, a little devious, a little conspiratorial, “The games we play as we get older. Not any more mature, just filthier.”
“I’ve always been kinda innocent though. I’m not into making out with random strangers,” she told him, giving a little grin and shrugging her shoulders. Yeah, she’d done the teenage drinking (obviously), snuck out past her curfew, but Elena had always retained a good portion of her purity. She just wasn’t interested in the kinds of things most of the people in that party were. “I guess if it was the right people though…”
Samandriel shrugged. “I think kissing me was more done for shock value than it was any actual desire to kiss me, at least it never lasted long enough for me to process what was happening and respond to it...so I assume shock value.” He frowned. “That and the laughter.” He looked down at his drink. “Wow...okay.” The angel looked over at her, slightly worried about something that he’d been told his whole life. “Do I really look that obviously gay?”
“I don’t think you do. I mean, anyone can be anything under their outside appearance. People always assume I’m so chaste and sweet, but I’m dating a kinky bad boy and tend to say ‘fuck’ a lot in bed.” Elena patted his hand and grinned, showing the whites of her teeth. “Seriously, if I wasn’t dating Damon, you’d be my type. You kinda remind me of my first boyfriend,” the girl admitted. “Except...he wasn’t an angel, obviously.”
The angel laughed softly. “Well, he might’ve been. We don’t all have weird names.” He smirked at her. “I get yelled at sometimes if I say fuck too much in bed. Or That Look. You know that look.” Everyone knew that look. It was a universal constant. “I ah...don’t exactly know what my type is. I’m still getting used to the whole...having a sexuality at all thing. It’s like I went through puberty and I still didn’t care and somewhere in the back of my head, my hormones went ‘whoa, hold on a second guys, we missed something. Gotta make up for lost time!’ And now I kind of feel bad for my boyfriend sometimes for having to keep up with me. I think that’s at least part of why he doesn’t actually care if I sleep with anyone else so long as he knows about it. That and our security in our relationship in general.” If what happened already hadn’t broken them apart, nothing was going to separate Lucifer and Samandriel.
“Well...his name was Matt, so…” The brunette laughed again, one that was completely full of amusement. Maybe Matt was an angel; he’d been really gorgeous and sweet, with the bluest eyes Elena had ever seen--yes, Damon had blue ones too, but Matt’s were like the sky on a perfect summer day. It was probably the feature that people remembered most about him.
“You know, maybe it’s kinda hard to have a certain type. Or just one. Matt and Damon are on opposite ends of the spectrum. The only things they have in common are...blue eyes, broad shoulders, and being really, super good looking,” she explained, tipping her head back to finish off her drink. Maybe she was down with alcohol for the night because it made her even more talkative than usual. “I’m glad you have someone nice--you deserve it. I don’t know if I’d really ever be able to...understand having a relationship that’s so--” She paused, licking her lips quickly and thinking. “I’m just not really a casual sex person, I guess. See, and Damon’s not a monogamous relationship person, so I don’t know how we managed this.”
Samandriel drew one leg up to think a little more clearly, or at least somehow in his mind try to use a shift in position to parse out his words better and not make the obvious Matt Damon joke. Or point out that there was very definitely an angel called Matthew and not everyone in heaven objected to the shortening of their names. Uriel, most certainly did. Once someone dared called him Uri and Samandriel was pretty sure that volcanoes were going to erupt. Which was interesting since they hadn’t been created at the time.
“It’s not casual sex,” he said finally. “It’s never been about casual sex, not for me at least. I don’t think I could see myself going to bed with anyone that I didn’t love at least a little bit.” But oh did Samandriel know about Damon not being a monogamous relationship person, and trying so very very hard to be. “I think it’s got to be different when you have a literal eternity to spend with someone that...it doesn’t make any sense to have it be two people against the world when family and love can be so much bigger than that.” He shrugged and smiled at her. “To each their own, but I’m glad you and Damon have each other and that he loves you so much to be what he believes is a better man for you.”
She returned his smile and she really thought on what he was saying because there was a lot of wisdom in the words. Elena had such a small concept of love because that was just how she was raised. She might have been more open-minded about a lot of things, but she’d always just imagined that whomever she ended up with, it would always just be the two of them. But if there was consent and communication, why couldn’t it be more than that? She certainly wasn’t going to go home and tell Damon that it would be alright to be with other women (or even men), but the fact he was going to be a vampire, forever young, was giving her a lot more to think about in more than the fangs and blood sense.
“I can understand that,” she replied, a bit shyly, placing her hands on her thighs and crossing her ankles. “I have this mindset where...I always want to be enough for someone.”
Samandriel held out his hand in the small space between them for her. “Most people do, but the fact of the matter is that we translate enough into everything and nobody can be everything to someone else. Like…” He licked his lips and said softer, “I was literally made for Lucifer. Built from Grace up meant to sit at his right hand to fill whatever needs he had and be fulfilled by being Good for him, and even then there’s things that he needs that I can’t provide and there’s things that I need that he can’t. People are complex, and sometimes it’s hard, but that’s just what life is.”
He looked over at her, thinking for a long moment and then said, “You wanna blow this party and cause some trouble?” The angel smirked deviously, very clearly not flirting, but the mood between them had grown serious and he wasn’t sure how much more of it either of them could take.
Elena looked humbled, and maybe a little hurt, but not by him. At least not directly. It was just the fact she knew he was right. She couldn’t possibly be everything to Damon and that was a truth that hadn’t just come to the surface. She wouldn’t be able to keep him going as a vampire and so she had to give up something. But...at least she had his heart, even if he didn’t think it was that great of a thing to have.
She was glad when Sam had changed the subject and Elena peered up at him with eyes that were only slightly bleary, giving a nod and a small smile. “Yeah, I’m kinda over this whole thing. I’m pretty sure the girls abandoned me so there’s no point in sticking around. What did you have in mind?”
Samandriel looked down at his fingers casually and said, “Oh, I dunno. I was thinking maybe New York. I’m sure we could crash a party there, maybe have some better fun than we are here.” He smirked at her. “Unless you’re not actually in the mood for dancing, because I could really go for some dancing.” He was, after all, mostly dressed for it in his jeans and waistcoat and nice shirt. And shoes. Too expensive shoes that he hated with an intense passion just for the simple fact that he still needed to wear shoes.
Elena’s brown eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open in surprise at his offer. New York? Really? Was this another one of his angel powers? She supposed they did have wings...at least from what she’d heard (not that those were reliable sources). Still, she held a hand up to signal a pause. “Okay, okay… We’re...going to go from California all the way over to New York? And it’s as easy as that? Because I don’t think you mentioned that you could fly or transport or...whatever it is.”
“Ah. Yes. Easy as that. I could take us further, but if we’re party crashing we should stay to North America just...for time zones’ sake.” Samandriel looked a little sheepish. “Sorry. I forget that sometimes people don’t know that we can just...be wherever we’re needed.”
She laughed because he was just too sweet and she knew that was why they had become friends so quickly. “It’s alright! I know that things that are normal to you can just slip your mind when you meet someone new that has no idea about angel powers,” Elena reassured, touching his arm lightly with her fingertips. “I just don’t really think I’m dressed to go...party crashing in New York City.” Nope, she was only prepared for a very casual party in her layered tanks, skinnies, and ankle boots. “I’m imagining...lots of expensive clothes and sparkle and...I really don’t know.”
“We could always pick you up something on the way,” Samandriel said, shrugging. “Or we could go anywhere you’d like. We don’t even have to leave California.” He liked seeing her smile. It was a good thing, and he wanted to be able to get her to do that more often. People seemed too prone to forgetting that even in the midst of so many tragedies, there were still things worth finding joy in. “Bowling, maybe?”
She smiled at him and took one of his hands in hers, making a thinking expression. “You know what I’m really craving,” Elena questioned, brown eyes meeting his own, lips still curled up in a grin. “Pizza. Oh god, I love pizza. If I’m hungry enough, I can down a whole one,” she admitted to him, trying to hold back a giggle. Yeah, she was sure there were a lot of girls out there that would have chastised her for eating that much (and yes, she’d done it in front of her boyfriend), but she really didn’t care. If she was hungry, she was going to eat. “So, take me somewhere to get good pizza and do something fun. I’m not sure how good I am at bowling, honestly.”
“Good pizza and something fun, got it,” Samandriel said, and with a thought had them both in Chicago, just around the corner from a little hole in the wall Italian place that Samandriel had heard was the must have thing if he was ever there. He’d picked a decent spot to bring them out in, fortunately. Chicago was a big city and timing things just so no one would see two people appear out of nowhere was complicated to say the least.
“I don’t think it matters how good you are at bowling. As long as you have fun.” He let go of her hand to offer her his arm instead. “Shall we?”
There was certainly a rush to suddenly traveling from her home to a city hundreds of miles away, a city she had never seen before in her entire life, except in pictures. It didn’t seem real, but it was. Okay, her boyfriend had fangs and her new friend was an angel, why couldn’t she fly off to Chicago for pizza and bowling? It seemed like pretty much anything was possible now, which wasn’t something she would have believed a few months ago, after it was discovered her parents were dead. Was her life really turning around into something better?
Looking at Sam with a big grin, Elena put her arm in his offered one, pressing up against him in excitement. “Yes! We shall!”