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salvatorescrow ([info]salvatorescrow) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2011-03-24 19:26:00

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Entry tags:damon salvatore, elena gilbert

Who: Damon and Elena
What: Damon is acting weird. What could possibly be going on???
Where: the Salvatore penthouse, Elena’s bedroom
When: present day


Lightly rapping his knuckles on Elena’s bedroom door, Damon poked his head inside trying to look relatively innocent. He smiled, but it wasn’t his usual smile. There was something suspicious underneath it all. It was like he had some uncomfortable truth to share, but didn’t know how to go about it at all.

“Morning,” He paused, then wrinkling his eyebrows when he realized that it was most definitely not in the AM. “Or, you know, evening. Whatever.” He hesitated to step inside as if Elena’s privacy was of huge importance to him. He did give her space, but there had been times when he’d simply walked in without invitation. It was his penthouse, after all.

“How are you feeling?”



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[info]salvatorescrow
2011-03-25 12:19 am UTC (link)
The look on his face was one of surprise, perhaps even suggesting that he was hurt by the inquiry. He took a moment, seemingly to let it all sink in. Damon shook his head.

“I’d thought that you weren’t the kind of person to brush this stuff under the rug.” The words came out in a rushed kind of mumbling. This was strange behavior for Damon.

“I mean, we make love and you don’t even remember it?” He slumped forward, his head in his hands. Damon seemed downright devastated.

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[info]naturaldisaster
2011-03-25 12:25 am UTC (link)
Elena just sat there, completely shocked.

"We what?!" It wasn't that there wasn't attraction. That wasn't it. But there was Stefan to consider. Well. No. He wasn't in the picture. He wasn't even there. Elena couldn't always use him to hide behind, but still. There was no way that could have happened. She would have figured it out! Right?!

"Oh god, Damon, I...." And what could she say? "I'm sorry, I don't remember! I mean, I don't even.. " Finding words were not working for Elena. Not at all. Reaching over, Elena squeezed his arm. What was she supposed to say? How could she make this right? This wasn't happening. Not now. Not with Caroline not talking to them. How was she supposed to process this?!

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[info]salvatorescrow
2011-03-25 12:34 am UTC (link)
Damon looked Elena right in the eyes. This was the closest to looking pathetic that he had ever been. Even his lip quivered just slightly.

No, his lip wasn’t quivering, but curling into a very mischievous grin. A bit of a chuckle escaped his mouth and he shook his head almost in disbelief. It had been torture suppressing this expression, having wanted to laugh all throughout his act. Damon gave Elena a playful shrug and a wink.

“If we had, you’d have remembered it.” He took a second to laugh before shaking his head again. “You’re too easy.”

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[info]naturaldisaster
2011-03-25 12:40 am UTC (link)
And... he'd been lying. And Elena had bought, hook line and sinker. How could I have been so stupid?! She should have known that there had been no sex the night they had gotten drunk. There were no tell tale signs of it. She'd been in her own bed, and Damon hadn't been there. No. It was impossible and yet she had still believed it...

"Damon...." Eyes narrowing, the brunette grabbed a pillow and began to beat him with it. "That" Beat "wasn't" Beat "Funny!" Okay, so maybe once she calmed down it would be, but right now? Elena was worried that she had done something stupid and had raised Damon's hopes again. But that obviously was not the case. Which was good. Right?

But it was good. Because she wasn't thinking about Caroline and feeling completely powerless to help her friend. Because that was doing no good at all.

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[info]salvatorescrow
2011-03-25 05:38 am UTC (link)
The grin was plastered on his face even as Elena assaulted him with a pillow. It was nice that even when the world was ending there could be moments like this. Instinctively he held his arms up to shield himself from the blows even if it was just an ordinary pillow.

“I dunno,” He spoke in between pillow-smacks. “I thought it was pretty funny.” Elena kept hitting him. He decided that he had no choice. Damon took the remaining pillow and gave her a half-hearted whack. At full force he was afraid that something would break and there would be an inevitable burst of feathers floating in the air. That would take forever to clean up.

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[info]naturaldisaster
2011-03-25 05:43 am UTC (link)
Sticking her tongue out at Damon, Elena continued to beat Damon with her pillow until he hit her back. Blinking in shock, Elena looked between Damon and the pillow as if trying to figure out what was going on. Had Damon just.. initiated a pillow war? After all, one pillow just meant someone was getting their ass handed to them by a fluffy object. Two pillows? That was war.

"Oh, it's on."

And with that, Elena resumed her pillow assault on the vampire. Even so, she wasn't glaring anymore and was actually laughing. Which was an improvement from how she'd been lately, at least while sober. There was so much going on that it really was important that they take time to have fun. It was why they kept fighting, after all. For moments like these.

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