Re: Damon + Samandriel
Damon was listening as the party went on downstairs. He looked over at the treehouse, registering what Samandriel said, after a delay. He tried to keep a straight face but he couldn't. A low chuckle hummed in his throat and he just let it go. Alright, it was pretty hilarious. It wasn't like the guys should have been that offended. He wasn't sure what kind of figures they were, but he could have done far worse.
Hi slips twisted a moment later, not really looking back, but keeping the angel in his peripheral vision. "Bullshit," he said abruptly, running teeth over his lower lip. "Or maybe we are toxic to each other." He took the last of his drink, wanting more already. These conversations were never easy for Damon. They took him places that he didn't want to go, made him think, and made him feel. "Why are you poison?"