Why must you always run from me?
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
“But you have thought about it. Don’t fool yourself. Again, call me a changed man in a way.” Licking his lips, his body was calm and collected as the topic was a difficult one to discuss even for the hard mantra Damon Salvatore. “I’ve lived for over a century and a half, I know liquor like it’s my duty but I shall take you up on that kind offer. Lead the way.”
“No offense, but I found that it’s always best to have a plan of action against anyone you meet,” she said with a shrug. She took a deep breath and nodded. ”Follow me,” she said before turning and heading into the other room. ”What’s your poison?”
“But then the plan of action may falter when you fully get a grasp of who the person is.” He followed suit and kept a distance between them as he walked behind her. “Bourbon. Straight throat burning Bourbon.”
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
“I assume I earned his trust even in my drunken state. Props to the blue eyed devil.” Smirking he eyed her but became serious once more. “Looks like you won’t have the honor of ending me then after all. Yea…” He gritted his teeth and shook his head, regaining composure. “He’s dead now…long story.”
She tensed, feeling his shift in emotion. ”I never said I actually wanted to kill you. You don’t seem that bad,” she muttered, forcing herself to relax when he did. ”Well, if you ever need a drink and an ear, I used to be a bartender, so I know my way around a liquor cabinet.”
“But you have thought about it. Don’t fool yourself. Again, call me a changed man in a way.” Licking his lips, his body was calm and collected as the topic was a difficult one to discuss even for the hard mantra Damon Salvatore. “I’ve lived for over a century and a half, I know liquor like it’s my duty but I shall take you up on that kind offer. Lead the way.”
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
“I were to think so though he may trust others far too easily.” He grasped her hand and shook it before letting it drop to her side. His eyebrows hitched up his forehead and his head nodded. “You have nothing to fear, I’d like to call myself a reformed killer. Not like that helps your cause. I have you know my…best-my only friend for the most part was a vampire hunter until I changed his line of work otherwise.”
The blonde shook her head. ”See, that’s where you’re wrong. He gives trust where trust is earned.” She shoved her hands in her back pocket. ”Well, I don’t go around killing every supernatural creature I come across. Just the bad ones.” She furrowed her brow and cocked her head. ”Yeah?”
“I assume I earned his trust even in my drunken state. Props to the blue eyed devil.” Smirking he eyed her but became serious once more. “Looks like you won’t have the honor of ending me then after all. Yea…” He gritted his teeth and shook his head, regaining composure. “He’s dead now…long story.”
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
Bad comes with the good in one way or another. Anything besides a kitten and I’ll be fine. Our little Megan thinks I am just a pussycat. I can’t seem to convince her otherwise. She finds me…dare I say…cute. That would be my exact definition of the word. What someone doesn’t know wont’t hurt them unless they find out but that’s a subject of conversation later on.
Everything bad is good for something else. Who cares what Megan thinks? She thinks she’s the princess of the world and is going to get anything she wants, her thoughts don’t really matter. Tell me one person who doesn’t consider you cute. Except me, of course. I heard a lot about the famous older Salvatore. Exactly.
I like you for that statement alone. I’ll try to keep her name out of our bonding time. Myself. I do not understand the significance to that word and who I am. It’s like oil and water-they don’t mix. At all. I bet you have heard a lot about yours truly. What have you heard exactly? All bad and gut wrenching stories, I assume.
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
“Matt barely knows me but I appreciate the gesture.” He nodded his head and held out his hand. “Let’s start over, shall we? And what happens to be your line of work if you don’t mind my prying.” He asked curiously.
“He’s a pretty good judge of character, though.” She took his hand and shook it. ”I’m actually a hunter. I hunt the bad stuff that goes bump in the night,” she answered, biting her lip. Because that wasn’t going to do her any favors starting over with Damon.
“I were to think so though he may trust others far too easily.” He grasped her hand and shook it before letting it drop to her side. His eyebrows hitched up his forehead and his head nodded. “You have nothing to fear, I’d like to call myself a reformed killer. Not like that helps your cause. I have you know my…best-my only friend for the most part was a vampire hunter until I changed his line of work otherwise.”
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
“Take my words as you will.” His eyes scanned her face and took notice of her smile, his classic smirk rising to his lips in attempt to hide his own smile coming across. “Took his a matter of minutes. Let’s just say I was more drunk than a person should be.” Damon chided and brushed his collar off and looked at her. “I am really thankful for what he did. And you can think I’m just saying it but I don’t say things unless I do in fact mean them in all my bad boy gone good glory.”
The blonde ran a hand through her hair and nodded. ”All right. Suppose I should take this for what it’s worth. Matt seems to think you’re all right, so you’re all right in my book.” She bit her lip. ”Sorry if we got off to the wrong foot. Can never bee too careful in my line of work…”
“Matt barely knows me but I appreciate the gesture.” He nodded his head and held out his hand. “Let’s start over, shall we? And what happens to be your line of work if you don’t mind my prying.” He asked curiously.
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
“Creative, huh? I got more.” He chided and watched her curiously. “Plaid, really? I’ll look boxy and that is not my look nor is green my color. I need black. Mass amounts of black.” He eyed the shirt and made a face of disgust. “My arms alone will rip the seams….”
“Feel free to keep going.” She smirked before eyeing the shirt. “You’re Stefan today. Not Damon. You need to become Stefan. Stefan doesn’t wear black.” She nodded a little and dropped it back down to find a new one. “Is there anything of his that’ll fit you?” Huffing softly, she pulled out another shirt. Slightly bigger. Red and orange plaid. “…. This is really ugly.” She mumbled before throwing it at him. “Try it on.”
“I’ll surprise you and save some for later when I’m your ice cream man. Got to keep you on your toes.” Rolling his blue orbs, he shook his head in a disproving fashion. “Stefan is the reason why they have shows on TLC like What Not to Wear. Clinton would be mortified to search through St. Stefan’s limited wardrobe. To answer your question, probably not. He’s too skinny to even be categorized as in shape.” His eyes went wide at her choice of the next shirt. “This one is worse…ugly just like the squirrel hoarder I’m impersonating for the evening.” He caught the shirt relunctantly in his hands before stripping himself of his own shirt. The orange fashion flaux on his chest but barley fitting. “I can’t move.” He muttered.
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
“A man has to piss from time to time and I don’t want to ruin the satin sheets.” Damon half laughed and half yawned passed his lips as his hand coaxed the man’s skin.
Dan let out a laugh mixed with a few pleased mumbles as Damon’s pleasantly soft fingertips ghosted against his skin. He worried somewhat that if he started talking again, he’d somehow use that big vocabulary of his to mess up the subdued bliss of this moment.
“As long as you’re with me as much as possible, I don’t much mind.” Dan said.
“Then consider us inseparable.” Damon let his words roll of his tongue smoothly and what he said was far from a lie. His lips leaned up and kissed Dan under the chin before his chest faced the man’s back and he spooned him, his hands around Dan’s chest.
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
Bad news hits all the same when we least expect it. More so a family full of rodents. If you say kitten……and you said it…I get that a lot. Perhaps it’s the predatory aspect. You all don’t want to push my ego to the top so you leave out the tiger resemblance. It depends on your definition of a lie.
Yeah. And that’s a bad thing. No, not kitten… Puma. Yeah, puma. Black with blue eyes. Or you don’t like that one? You’re no tiger. Lie as in say something that is not true. If you leave out few information, that’s not lying.
Bad comes with the good in one way or another. Anything besides a kitten and I’ll be fine. Our little Megan thinks I am just a pussycat. I can’t seem to convince her otherwise. She finds me…dare I say…cute. That would be my exact definition of the word. What someone doesn’t know wont’t hurt them unless they find out but that’s a subject of conversation later on.
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
Good point. I do like surprises like yourself. Keeps me on my toes and my senses alert. Stefan is a mixed between a squirrel and chipmunk but with the brooding forehead lines, I say more of a Shar Pei dog. I only do speak the truth you will come to find.
Surprises are the best. But just the positive ones, I don’t like bad news. Squirrel and a chipmunk? Well, you have a family full of animals. Hm, what could you be? I’d say black, blue-eyed kitten but I don’t know if you’d like that. Oh come on. All of us lie.
Bad news hits all the same when we least expect it. More so a family full of rodents. If you say kitten……and you said it…I get that a lot. Perhaps it’s the predatory aspect. You all don’t want to push my ego to the top so you leave out the tiger resemblance. It depends on your definition of a lie.
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
I’m curious to hear and find out about this array of potential nicknames you have in store. He looks like a meerkat to be honest. Why is it that my siblings resemble rodent like creatures? Drinking drowns the pain at least for the time being.
Let’s save that for later on, I don’t want to reveal all of it on the beginning. All your siblings? What do you consider for Stefan? That’s true.
Good point. I do like surprises like yourself. Keeps me on my toes and my senses alert. Stefan is a mixed between a squirrel and chipmunk but with the brooding forehead lines, I say more of a Shar Pei dog. I only do speak the truth you will come to find.
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
Matty Boy, I assume that Blue eyes is my new nickname, huh? Lacks creativity considering but I accept it as long as you accept mine. I shall be a man of many wives because alcohol is just too good and bad for me to only have one specific spouse.
Be happy I go just with Blue eyes. Megan’s current boyfriend is Mr. Yogurt. But I’m not surprised. You’re dead, you can drink how much you want. You may just enjoy the ride.
I’m curious to hear and find out about this array of potential nicknames you have in store. He looks like a meerkat to be honest. Why is it that my siblings resemble rodent like creatures? Drinking drowns the pain at least for the time being.
the-damon-francesco-salvatore:
“If we’re being honest, I would probably let them kill me. Cause of death: squirrels gone mad.” Hands ran through his silky locks as he stared at the books huddled in the nearest shelf. “Dress up or?”
“Mauled to death by squirrels? That’s a new one..” She nodded softly and turned around to walk over to Stefan’s dresser. She opened the drawer and held out a green and blue plaid shirt before looking over at Damon. Eyes scanning over his body. “… I hope you can fit. You two look the same size.”
“Creative, huh? I got more.” He chided and watched her curiously. “Plaid, really? I’ll look boxy and that is not my look nor is green my color. I need black. Mass amounts of black.” He eyed the shirt and made a face of disgust. “My arms alone will rip the seams….”
