prodigalsavior: (Speculatively smug)
Damon was torn on whether any of them should be going to the stupid Founder's Party. There were far too many of them and, honestly, nothing good came of them. But Elena did need to get out, to get on with life or whatever. Damon wasn't sure what that would look like, but he felt like he needed to help her figure that out.

Maybe part of it was the thrill of deciding something--anything--with Ric, even if they hadn't told anyone, hadn't discussed when to tell anyone, or how or...whatever. It didn't matter right now. Elena was hurting and, if he was honest, so was he. Whatever else...Stefan was his brother and he loved him and watching all he'd accomplished fall apart again hurt. No Lexi to pull him back this time, either. She was the only one who ever had, but thanks to him, she wouldn't be fixing things this time.

It seemed like Stefan didn't want to be fixed.

Damon would be damned--more damned?--if he let his brother take Elena down with him.

Which was why he was letting himself into her house and putting coffee on, and starting to bang pots around to figure out what they should make to go to the party.
prodigalsavior: (Disbelieving)
[ooc: After this.]

Well, that needed to not happen again, Damon thought to himself as he moved through the city, blending with the crowd and shadows. The bright lights were all around, but that just kept even more people's attention off of him. There were too many other things to look at.

He'd forgotten how easy it was to hunt in the city, and he had to wonder why the hell he'd ever left. It wasn't for anything...god. It seemed so long ago. Thinking he'd be the one to free Katherine. That she'd love him forever, that they'd hunt the night and lord it over everyone else, just the two of them.

That he wouldn't be alone, haunted only by the girl who'd been taken and the brother who'd damned him.

Fuck, but what was that saying? The more things changed...

A girl bumped into him, and apologized before thinking she could slip past him. Damon's hand slipped out and grabbed her arm, hard and fast. Before she could bother protesting, he had caught her gaze, compelled her to silence. Then slinging an arm around her, he guided her down the street, looking for a quiet place for a snack.

Maybe that would take his mind off the level of fucking horror these last few months. Or keep him from taking out his phone and sending a text for another night of...not aloneness.
prodigalsavior: (Default)
"I'm not like you."

Damon had spat the words at Matt, rejecting his words, his offer, and they echoed in his head now and again. But when he walked away, there had been only one place he felt he could go: home. Part of him was certain he should have gone elsewhere, somewhere he could disappear.

The other part of him half-wanted to be found, wanted to see if they would come after him, come to find him.

Florence had always been home, a place where he could settle into like a second skin. Funny now, how badly he'd wanted to get out of it when he'd been human. Now, it was a beacon, always.

He'd settled back into the exclusive house on Via Tornabuoni, its polished wood and marble frescoes and inlaid floors soothing something inside of him. Tonight, though, he'd left it for the clubs he knew a lot of students frequented. They always made such easy hunting, the girls all but begging to be embraced by darkness. It was almost too easy.

He had a drink in his hand, sitting on a couch in the VIP section. Several girls were vying for his attention, but he was only half paying attention, his thoughts half a world away.
prodigalsavior: ([Rebekah] Alcohol makes it better)
Every now and then, the constriction of the village tightened around him until he wanted to throw something through a wall. It wasn't often--for the most part he'd learned to be content in his three years here--but when it happened, it was like a restless burning he couldn't shake.

He was a vampire, a predator. Once upon a time, he'd been death lurking in the shadows. He took what he wanted. He didn't ask for permission.

And now...well, on several levels, yes, he had everything he wanted. People weren't happy about it, but so far no matter how badly he acted, no matter how far he pushed against the boundaries, no one snapped back. He didn't know what to make of that. Shouldn't they be snapping back? Shouldn't someone be drawing lines?

Granted, he was all ready to rip through the lines already drawn, as well as someone's throat. He remembered the last real taste of fear he'd had, the night he and Rebekah had hunted those girls through the club, and he shivered just a bit. Biting his lower lip, he sent her a message.

My room. Now. I have a plan.
prodigalsavior: ([Elijah] Right kind of wrong)
After Rebekah's reaction to Klaus's presence, Damon had been even more determined to make certain to get some time with both her and Elijah. He got the message to Elijah, his room, after closing. Elijah's room was something he wasn't quite ready for, uncertainty of just how a morning after meeting in the kitchen would go, and really not wanting to find out until things...something.

He didn't know.

He just knew that he wasn't ready to give up what was really just supposed to be a one time thing.

He'd told the Original siblings that he needed to close up a few things, and to meet him back at his room. Rushing back, he'd made sure of a few things--stocked on blood bags; actual candles lit because, well, it was sort of a Valentine's Day recreation in some ways; lacing some wine with blood.

With a bit of a smirk to himself, he sent a message to let them know everything was ready, then poured himself some of the wine and waited for them to arrive.
prodigalsavior: (Lips to neck)
[Continued from here.]

Elijah groaned at the roll of her hips against him, pressing up against her again. She was warm and wet against him and the only thing in the world he wanted was to bury himself inside of her. Her nails only heightened that, sending shivers over his skin.

Damon watched them both and shifted closer, kneeling next to them. His fingers lifted Rebekah's hair out of the way as he pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear, nibbling a bit before murmuring, "An excellent idea. Do we want to tease him a bit, or should you shift just a bit..." His fingers found the inside of her knee and trailed upward toward her core, the backs of his nails dragging along Elijah's side in turn. "And start this off with a bang?"
prodigalsavior: ([Bonnie] Paired)
Damon was having a particularly interesting weekend. The being locked in had ended up being far more fortuitous than he could have imagined. Elena's giving in without any threats or coercion, his new little playmate, sleeping all curled up in his bed for the moment tired from exertion and loss of blood. The fact that Stefan had left was something he was ignoring after his one message to the girls and the one conversation with Selene. However he felt about it, he wasn't going to dwell. He was losing himself in blood and sensation instead, which seemed far better than the leash he'd been keeping himself on before.

He paused outside of Elena's door, fingers sliding around the doorknob, ready to push it open, before his gaze flicked across the hall. He was feeling invincible, and that led to one thought. She wasn't a child anymore. She'd grown a great deal over the past year. Matt wasn't here to get in the way. And he'd been wondering what she tasted like since she'd offered that lovely white throat.

Smirking, he changed direction, moving to Bonnie's door, listening for a few moments to the sounds that told him she was inside, then knocked softly.


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