[damon lives to give confirmation to all the terrible, disappointing things anyone has ever believed about him from his father to the rest. he can never escape it. the darkness has been a part of him since before he became a vampire. he was a monster before he got fangs, and no one understands that. no one gets that.
he was a human piece of shit, and now- now it's unrepentant. now he's no longer a victim being terrible in the midst of circumstances. he makes his own circumstances. and now he shoves himself up to his feet, shaking his head as he walks away from her without looking back.]
You love Stefan, Elena. There's nothing about that I don't already know so go ahead and retreat to your safe little cocoon where you can act like you don't look at me when you think I'm not looking, like you don't think and feel there's something between us because that's easier.
Because that's fine. Because I am what I am, and as long as I am what I am, you can brush this off. We both know-
[a hundred million words, all the words the mirror ever said to him flash through his head right about now. the only reason you are close to her-
the only reason.
he is terrible, he is insecure, he is unable to stop himself at all.
damon salvatore has never had anyone to blame for his hurt and his pain but himself from the very start (and how ever he lashes out, he knows that).]
We both know if Stefan was here... We wouldn't get to be us at all. So don't try to bring it up now like you have anything to say when you said it all last night, and I get it and that's that, and if you didn't fucking notice, I was here anyway.
[as if he has any right to demand to be noticed for doing the bare minimum, for not recklessly destroying things because he's hurt.
he doesn't. he knows that too. he looks back at her once, and only once, and then he leaves before she can reply, before she can say all the things they both already know]
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he was a human piece of shit, and now- now it's unrepentant. now he's no longer a victim being terrible in the midst of circumstances. he makes his own circumstances. and now he shoves himself up to his feet, shaking his head as he walks away from her without looking back.]
You love Stefan, Elena. There's nothing about that I don't already know so go ahead and retreat to your safe little cocoon where you can act like you don't look at me when you think I'm not looking, like you don't think and feel there's something between us because that's easier.
Because that's fine. Because I am what I am, and as long as I am what I am, you can brush this off. We both know-
[a hundred million words, all the words the mirror ever said to him flash through his head right about now. the only reason you are close to her-
the only reason.
he is terrible, he is insecure, he is unable to stop himself at all.
damon salvatore has never had anyone to blame for his hurt and his pain but himself from the very start (and how ever he lashes out, he knows that).]
We both know if Stefan was here... We wouldn't get to be us at all. So don't try to bring it up now like you have anything to say when you said it all last night, and I get it and that's that, and if you didn't fucking notice, I was here anyway.
[as if he has any right to demand to be noticed for doing the bare minimum, for not recklessly destroying things because he's hurt.
he doesn't. he knows that too. he looks back at her once, and only once, and then he leaves before she can reply, before she can say all the things they both already know]