Damon Salvatore is the (eternal_stud) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-06-15 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: damon salvatore, character: elena gilbert |
Who: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert (Delena)
What: A discussion of dreams
Where: The Sleepy Hollow
When: 3am, June 12
Warnings: TBD - but most likely language, and sex, with discussions of violence, and death (and lots of feels for good measure)
Why couldn't Damon have normal nightmares? That would be so easy for him. He could have been chased by demons, even his own Demons, or he could have a flashback when he was dying of the werewolf bite. Those hallucinations were special. However, those were not the dreams he had, before the trip to the other side. He had told Caroline, just out of a need to tell someone. For Damon, it was a true signal of how much they weighed on him. He had kept many secrets over the years, some for decades or longer, but this one had hurt him. He finally had a life, and his love, and they were strong. Elena loved him, and he loved her, both with a vampire ferocity. If they made it back home, he was sure that it would last, and when he committed, it wasn't easily swayed or broken - save for this. He was going to face the worst case scenario.
He stayed a little bit longer at the new job, needing a drink, which turned into two. This was going to hurt, and that was the last thing he wanted. He had everything, and this - they couldn't go home. They couldn't leave this side of Hell to return to that side of Hell. He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to leave her. On the way back to the Sleepy Hollow, he considered not telling her. He could lie. Lying came easily to him, and if this was anyone else, that would be the choice. She was Elena, and he was trying the honesty thing, and he loved her. He loved her in a way that scared him, and he wanted nothing else.
He opened the door, looking at her lying on the bed. He dropped his jacket on the chair and kicked off his shoes, followed by pants and shirt. He climbed into bed next to his lover, wrapping an arm around her. He knew she was awake, just waiting for him. His hand stroked her cheek, head dropping to her shoulder placing a kiss on it. "I love you," he said simply, fighting with himself again over the words he had to say.