( damon spent the last three years being confronted with exactly how terrible he is, reminded of it by the hellstone, by the people in his life. it crawls up on him now. stefan's life was better. alaric's life was better. he knew it would be. why else was he so willing to dessicate in that coffin? he couldn't risk burning her up then. he couldn't risk stefan or bonnie sacrificing themselves for him then. he could just wait to return to her again.
and he was so goddamn tired.
he breathes out, sinking on to the bed. he feels her gaze on the bourbon. he can only imagine what she's thinking right now when she's only just now gotten to know this new version of him.
she hardly needs a reminder of how terrible he can be. and now he's just given it to her. )
Elena. ( his eyes burn, and he spears his fingers through his hair and drops the bottle to the floor. ) I trust you. I know you'll be smart about talking to him again.
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and he was so goddamn tired.
he breathes out, sinking on to the bed. he feels her gaze on the bourbon. he can only imagine what she's thinking right now when she's only just now gotten to know this new version of him.
she hardly needs a reminder of how terrible he can be. and now he's just given it to her. )
Elena. ( his eyes burn, and he spears his fingers through his hair and drops the bottle to the floor. ) I trust you. I know you'll be smart about talking to him again.
I just- ( fff. )