Damon Salvatore (
prodigalsavior) wrote2013-06-26 09:46 pm
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The first day of the rest of your life (For Elena and Ric)
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.
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.
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Damon slid a hand up to cradle Ric's jaw, thumb tracing over his cheek. "I'm not that great at...talking without...whatever. Flirting, I guess. And I'm not going to try and say I never wanted anything more with her, 'cause we both know I'd be lying. But I've also..." His fingers tightened a little against Ric's skin, strong and steady. "I've never cheated on anyone, either. I mean, I know the philandering reputation I've got, or whatever, but..." He shrugged. "Never when it's mattered. And it matters now. With you. I mean, I like the possessive, but. You don't have anything to worry about."
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Damon kept lightly dragging fingers over Ric's skin, around to the back of his neck, stroking lightly. "I know," he said quietly. "And you don't have anything to apologize for, really. This is...new and not what anyone's expected, including us and it'll take some time for us to figure it out. But we will." He gave Ric a crooked smile. "We've gotten through a lot worse."
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He would deal if she did, but he couldn't handle... the criticism right now. Couldn't handle it directed at Damon, couldn't handle it directed at himself, either. This time, apparently, he was kind of a coward.
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Damon nodded a little, though he was ready to shout it from the rooftops, honestly. But he'd always worn his heart on his sleeve, never been good at hiding how he felt, from anyone. But it was big for Ric, he knew, and he could be patient. So long as he didn't think Ric was...ashamed to be with him. And, yeah, part of him thought maybe that was part of it, but he also knew it was fast and he didn't want Ric to feel pressured.
"I won't tell anyone else. Not 'til you're ready."
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He looked over his shoulder at the counter. "We should finish throwing food together. Even if she's not taking it, we can't leave this stuff out."
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Damon shrugged and gave him a look over his shoulder as he gathered things off the cutting board. "Yeah? It's...big. I do realize that, even if I forget, sometimes."
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He wasn't saying it, but he'd honestly end things, first. He wasn't good at lying, wasn't comfortable doing it when he cared about people. That didn't mean he wasn't petrified of the shit that was going to start flying, but. Now that they'd declared this more than sex....
Had to happen, and he knew it.
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Damon frowned a little, glancing down at the sizzling vegetables.
"I don't like the idea of it being thrown your way. Or people making you feel uncomfortable. But I'm used to it."
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He was willing to bet that if Stefan came back? Everyone would be convinced they could get him back to himself and tell him it was okay--he "hadn't been himself."
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At least Elena hadn't gone there.
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Called him 'friend' even, sometimes, when she didn't think too hard about it.
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Damon gave him a look that was somewhere between grateful and worried. He was too used to how he was seen--knew it had been reasonable a lot of the time--to let it bother him over much. Only when people he cared about thought that way did he get upset. Which, well, with Stefan, meant he got upset a lot. But the rest of the town?
What the fuck did he care what they thought?
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"It'll be all right...."
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"I suppose for once, it's not the end of the world," Damon agreed, ruefully.
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Ric finished up with the food and went to the sink to wash his hands. "Come here."
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That had been a fantastic couple of days, in Damon's opinion, and he smiled at the memory, the joke serving its purpose.
He shifted away from the counter and moved to him. "I like this plan..."
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Damon slid his arms around Ric in turn, turning his head to bury his face in Ric's neck for a moment.
"Well....if you insist on punching them, I guess I can't stop you...."
It was kind of delightful, if odd, that he wanted to.
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"You're good for me." As sentimental a statement as Damon was likely to give at any one time, but deadly sincere.
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