Damon Salvatore (seewhaticando) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-15 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon salvatore, stefan salvatore |
Who: Damon and Stefan
What: grieving in the way that they grieve
Where: Stefan's cabin (Katherine's cabin actually oops)
When: the night Matt and Nate died
Warnings: Um. Yes. Violence and bitter words that cut deep because that is how siblings fight.
When you are immortal times moves differently. Days blend into weeks that blend into months into years. It's rare that time stands still, but even immortals can get knocked on their ass when they least expect it. Damon never expected to be gathered in a room with his nearest and dearest while the tall Russian dhampir council member informed them that Nate accidentally killed Matt while feeding from him. The news had barely registered when the next blow came. Nate couldn't live with the guilt. He greeted the sun without his ring on.
Gone.
They were gone.
He could barely register the scream from Caroline as Tyler instinctively moved to catch her before she hit the ground. The gasp that caught in Elena's throat as she reached for Jeremy. Jeremy's startled look as one hand found his sister's and the other reached for Bonnie. The room seemed to be closing in and Damon launched himself back. His blue eyes wide as he practically plastered his back to the opposite wall from where the others were.
Serena. Serena would need him. Elena needed him. His friends needed him. He..
He had to go.
Of course his plan had been to get the hell out of dodge and go cause trouble. Because that was how Damon dealt with grief. With things that he knew was caused by his own hand. This was all traced back to him. Serena wanted his blood. She'd made it clear she wasn't going to tell Nate she was slipping it to him. Damon knew that Nate would prefer to die than to become a vampire.
Damon had wanted to die instead of feed. Stefan had convinced him to do so anyway. Now he was ignoring Nate's desires for Serena's. Because Damon prioritized people in his life. The higher up on the list you were, the more important your wants registered over the ones below you. Serena was higher than Nate so Serena's wants outweighed Nate's. Now Nate was dead. Matt was dead. It all went back to Damon's blood.
The bitch of it was, he knew he'd do it again. He could not say if he knew then what he knew now that he'd do anything else differently. So he did what he always did when he was hurting. He pushed people away. Physically. Verbally. Emotionally. He pushed and pushed and swung wild punches trying to do as much damage as fast as possible so they wouldn't crawl toward him as they pulled themselves back off the ground. It worked with most people.
It never worked with Stefan.
So here they were, him on the couch, sipping the scotch. Making verbal digs here and there, and Stefan taking it. Taking it like he always did. Because Stefan wouldn't give up on him. Maybe not learning from mistakes was just ingrained in their dna.
"Stop staring at me. It's creepy."
He didn't bother glancing up at his brother. He knew he was wearing that same tired brooding look he always had when Damon was being Damon. "Shouldn't you be crawling over glass to convince your girlfriend you love her?"
Low blow, but that was how Damon Salvatore rolled.