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Who: Damon Salvatore + OTA (but he's going to attack people who annoys him, just so you know)
Where: around mansion
When: 24th of July - 30th of July
Rating: PG-13 at least
Summary: Elena disappeared. Damon is a mess.
The Story:

Damon cannot find Elena anywhere. Never mind that the last time he saw her she was defending the asshole that tried to kill him. She is nowhere in the mansion at all, and Damon searches each and every single corner for her, busting down doors, looking for her wherever he can look as he drinks from multiple bottles of bourbon. He always has one in hand as he darts around the mansion, shoving down doors, rough housing people who might know where Elena's at. No one has satisfying answers.

He's dangerous.

He's angry.

He's not to be messed with at the moment, tearing down the hallways, flipping over shelves and anything that happens to be in his way in his anger, in his sheer frustration

and refusal to accept. He leaves a path of destruction wherever he goes, broken tables, holes in walls, a path of destruction left behind him. Broken doors and broken walls.

Damon doesn't give a fuck.

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It's very obvious, but Damon, for once, isn't smirking about being able to terrify someone. If he embraces being a vampire, it means embracing being the monster. It's the monster who was powerful when Damon was not as a human, when Damon was a disappointment (and he still is but at least now he doesn't have to feel bad about it if he doesn't want to).

He is already starting to walk in the direction of Jowan's room.

"I've had a lot of experience drinking, Jowan. I'll be sure to pick out something you'll enjoy."

And the mage will likely be drunk quickly if he doesn't drink very much, but that's okay. It might be amusing to Damon who realizes he's walking a very tight rope lately.

Jowan trails after him, smiling at the prospect of spending time with someone he sees as a friend and for once feeling like he'd actually done something helpful. He hadn't really felt like he'd made a good choice since leaving the Circle, so being able to help Damon, even a little, with this made him feel much better in general.

He hurries ahead as they reach his room, opening the door and inviting Damon inside. There still isn't much to the room really, just the basics that they all started with and a couple of books neatly kept by the bed.

One of which Jowan glances at and hurries for, desperately trying to seem nonchalant as he stuffs it under the pillow.

"So, uh, how do you drink? I mean, with the... the blood thing? And you were eating before as well?"

Damon lifts an eyebrow at him when Jowan hurries for a book to hide under his pillow.

"Whatever you're trying to hide, I don't care. No judgement here," he says, because a part of him kind of just figures it's porn tbqh, and even if it was something else, Damon still wouldn't care. He's a serial killer after all. He has regularly drunk people dry of their own blood, and he might not be the same anymore, but he could still easily kill anyone at anytime.

It's dangerous to believe otherwise.

He smirks at the question. "As long as I get a regular amount of blood in my body, it functions the way any humans would. I get hungry for food. I eat the food. I drink. It just... takes a lot more for me to get drunk." Damon shoves himself off his feet to walk over to the cabinet.

He pulls out bourbon from inside, pouring some of it into a glass for Jowan to hand over to him.