"Is that all? Because that makes this totally okay."
"Oh, you’re right. My apologies. —
Saint Elena, I beg for your forgiveness. I’m such a monster; like that’s news to you. Even if I did play goody goody would that redeem any points with you? I doubt it.”
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"No one likes lawyers anyway. I did somebody somewhere a favor."
❝ I really do hate biology.❞
"Biology happens to be my best subject. But I doubt your homework is about the kind of biology I’m good at."
People who care about Damon’s life:
↳ Alaric Saltzman.
"I’m not staring at you with judgy little eyes. Should I be staring at you with judgy little eyes?”
"I’m pretty sure that’s a trick question, so I’m going to opt to not tell you about the lawyer I ate last night. Or his secretary.”
"Why are you staring at me with those judgy little eyes again?"
[gently rests hand on character’s cheek] i love you but you’re such an ass
Alright, off to work. Starters/replies/what have you when I get home!
Last night I think I drank too much, yeah
Call it our temporary crutch,
With broken words I’ve tried to say
Honey don’t you be afraid
If we got nothing we got us.
Damon stumbled through the doorway, his vision blurred and his senses all foggy and unclear as he turned to close the door behind him. He shouldn’t be here, he knew it was a bad idea to do this now. He had so much to say to her. So many things he never knew how to say until it was a bad time - like now. So much had happened between them and yet somehow so little had ever really progressed. And now, here he was, stumbling his way into Caroline’s dorm and sneaking past a sleeping Elena to wake her and confess his love and ask for her forgiveness for his stupidity for what he was sure was the hundredth time since she’d moved from Mystic Falls to pursue what should be a normal life without him.
He leaned onto the edge of the blonde’s bed, his weight shifting heavily despite his attempt to be stealthy and discrete. He saw her shift beneath her covers and was sure that she was awake now. Perhaps she was even groaning to herself about his persistence. He didn’t know whether it was a bad time, whether her day had allowed her enough patience to deal with a drunken Damon tonight, but either way he was making his way towards her.
He crawled over to her, the bed squeaking beneath him, and he stretched out beside her, his arm creeping over her silently. He took in a deep and unsteady breath and knew that by now she — probably along with her roommate — was likely wide awake from his intrusion. He could feel her searching for the right question to ask and before she could speak he found himself responding to what he was sure she would ask. “I don’t want to go back to Mystic Falls… Not while you’re here.”