Re: Damon + Samandriel
There were things that he had expected, and things that he hadn't. He had known this was an option, a likely outcome of one of their trips, a few drinks, and a few too many buttons pressed. That was entirely too simplified next to what it was. Damon was a master at hiding feelings, pain was washed out with alcohol, and a sarcastic smile often replaced every other emotion he had, but he couldn't do that now. He couldn't close that carefully crafted armor. Fuck.
Curled up in a wing, aware but oblivious to the party downstairs, he didn't want to move. He was loved, for no one else but himself. There were only two people that gave him that, and he just absorbed it for all it was worth. Damn feelings. Where were the times when he could just get up, get dressed, politely say thank you, and walk away? He felt too much.