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may old acquaintance be forgot

Who: Damon Salvatore, Peter Parker, Clementine + everyone
Where: a l l o v a h
When: a l l d e c e m b e r & j a n u a r y
Rating: PG-13ish. Maybe R.
Summary: Catch all for all my characters. If you'd like a surprise starter, find me on plurk at varymydays or PM a journal. :)
The Story:

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[ damon. the name registers where the face does not, and beckett once again peeks out from between her fingers to catch a glimpse of the man whose identity has just been confirmed. and while she feels more at ease now that she knows who she's talking to, she's not about to drop her hand until he's covered himself back up. ]

Mhmm. [ a nod, hand and all. ] I'm Beckett, I'm-- Could you put that on, please?

Since you asked so nicely. With a please and everything. [damon slides the shirt on over his head, walking back in her direction and then waving her inward though her eyes are still closed. oops.] Your eyes are safe now.

[now he'll wave her in.]

Beckett. Elena's mentioned you.

[ thank you, damon. her eyes and loyal friendship bonds are eternally grateful for your shirtfulness. ]

She's mentioned you, too, [ she comments, stepping inside. not as a vampire -- though beckett's well aware of the supernatural happenings in mystic falls -- but as the guy she's somewhat involved with. ]

Really? [damon turns back to look at her. he doesn't really keep the vampire thing a secret. angel suggested it helps people to trust you more, and he doesn't feel like running around, hiding in corners whenever he has a drink of blood which is regularly. so. it's out in the open.

still he doubts elena would have mentioned it. keeping it a secret is ingrained in all of them.]

What'd she say?

Does it matter?

[ of course it is. his interest piqued the moment she said that. it means something to him that elena's mentioned him in some capacity, but the rules of friendship state that divulging details is a cardinal sin. sorry, bro. what was spoken was spoken in confidence, and she's not about to break girl code without knowing for sure if elena would be okay with her telling you or not. ]

[damon narrows his gaze at her as if to say what they both must know. of course it matters. he wants to know what she said, how she described him, what label she gave his way, but he understands the bonds of friendship are very strong. and elena's still figuring out what the two of them mean so maybe her having a friend to talk to about him without his knowing what she's saying is exactly what she needs to find her way.

...but he's still curious (he'll just imagine it in his head).]

Alright, alright. Say no more. I'm sure it was lots of He's mysterious, handsome, totally charming, and incredibly sexy without a shirt so shield your eyes should you see him without one or else [Can everyone hear Elena saying, Damon!!! right now, because he sure can.]

So how long have you been in Wonderland?

[ eyeroll.

she can't, but she can imagine it -- along with being able to hear a cacophony of other whispered sounds, the words tangled up together in a mostly intangible ball of noise. the only words that she can make out are it matters (of course it does, she knew that already) and old. old? he looked like he was a few years older than her, but the significance of that word and the image she saw superimposed over his form when he first opened the door hasn't yet hit her.

it should, though, after she saw that picture of pamela and the other alumni from the early 1900s, but she's operating at enough peak paranoid efficiency here to immediately jump to such a conclusion. ]

A few months. I got here at the end of October. Which is weird to say, because it wasn't October back home.

Wonderland has this thing about timing. I was brought here once and then sent back and brought back. Never in the same months I left in.

[it's a pain in the neck that way, but he's grateful to be back, grateful he was not gone for longer than a week here even if it was five years for him. any longer than a month, they don't remember things, and he hates the thought of leaving elena for any time at all.

a week is too long.]

That'd be too easy. Well, welcome to Wonderland. How are you liking it?

Did you remember? When you went back -- did you remember anything about this world?

[ not that it's terribly important to her if she does. beckett highly doubts she'd be able to do much about her situation, memories of wonderland or not. pessimist? no, realistic. the reality of her situation back home sucked and she knows what to come. she can feel it.

it's a matter of when, and the mere thought has her rubbing her arms in attempt to banish the chills that line of thinking spawned. ]

Better than home, events aside. I could've done without going to hell.

Not one thing. It's like it never happened.

[damon's never one to shy away from the truth. he's direct (sometimes to a fault). he thinks if he'd remembered this place back in mystic falls, he'd just want to tear elena out of their own world and bring her back into this one.

maybe he would have been less stupid more quickly too. maybe a lot of things would have been different, but he didn't remember, and he lived through all things as they were meant to be.]

If you think Wonderland's better than your home, you must already be experiencing your own personal hell back where you're from.

Damn.

[ it's rare that beckett swears aloud. not that she's a prude or a goodie-too-shoes, she just doesn't. it's simply not in her to speak that way beyond the confines of her own head, but there's something incredibly frustrating about knowing she won't remember all the people who believe her or the slow understanding she's beginning to develop in regards to whatever these mental abilities are. it'll all be gone. as if it never happened, as if people like elena and riley and jane never existed.

she's irritated enough in this moment -- with the situation in general, not damon (for once, it's not damon) -- to quip: ] Yeah, well, being targeted for ritual sacrifice is it's own kind of hell.

[damon raises an eyebrow (not at the swear but at the rest). he has to figure elena already knows all of this, and maybe (terribly) it's even something they related on. but it's good for elena to be friends with someone else who understands in a way damon can't because he's never been targeted for a ritual sacrifice despite the glib commentary, it's clear he agrees. that it's own damn hell.]

Yeah. That's not something you pencil into your planner and draw hearts around. Ritual sacrifice on a Saturday. Yay.

[his gaze narrows, because this world takes on aspects of other worlds during events (specifically the dangerous parts). it's good to be informed.]

What targeted you?

[ elena does indeed know -- and more. beckett has been very open and candid with elena, shared some of the things she was scared to admit even to herself to the other sacrificial victim. having someone who understands means more to her than words can describe. ]

A group of lamiae. [ not the book club. not anymore. thanks to her various discussions with other people, namely regis, she's becoming increasingly more comfortable with calling that pack of ruthless vixens by what they are instead of what they were pretending to be. ] They wanted my blood.

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