entrancelogs | OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

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OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

Who: Lucifer Morningstar and OTA
Where: Deux Lux, Floor 6, Room 66
When: Anytime in March
Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 or so
Summary: Lucifer does what he does almost every other night - he has a party. Shenanigans and conversation ensue. This is essentially a catch-all for March for him. Let me know if you want something specific.
The Story:

[Once the drama of New Years dies down and he's drunk the entirely of his bar two or more times, Lucifer finally reopens his club to the public, seemingly no worse for the wear. He's chatted with a few specific people, reflected (marginally) on himself a bit, and has come to several conclusions.

All of which he'll be keeping to himself for the most part.

That said, he seems a bit brighter than even when he first arrived, as if there's a bit of weight off his shoulders, and he's almost less of a businessman and more of a guest in his own place as the nights continue on. He drinks along with everyone else, dances when he pleases, and plays the piano often, lending his singing voice more than occasionally.

Still, a few things weight on his mind that he'll need to take care of, but on the whole, he's quite chipper and easily approaching....or as approachable as the Devil can be.

That said, he's not seen a whole lot outside of his nightclub or his penthouse up the stairs, which means he might be a little more reclusive still than he first appears...]

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( elena is seconds away from pointing out it would take a lot to get them banned from a nightclub owned by the devil, but then thinks better of it. damon would only see it as a challenge. as enjoyable as that would be, elena's embarrassed enough by sharon's sign at the training center — it hasn't been taken down, as far as she knows.

the term of endearment has her expression softening further, and she gives him a wordless nod. she doesn't remove her arms from around his neck, only lets herself walk backward along with him, confident he will not steer her in the wrong direction. she fits so well against him. ) I really did miss you.

( and of course, this is included: their physicality, their raw chemistry, how easy it is to lose herself in a kiss alone. but it was more than that. she missed his companionship. missed the crook of his neck when she needed to hide after a bad nightmare. missed the way he'd always quietly stoke the fire in their bedroom when she grew cold in the late hours right before dawn. the soft press of his chest against her back when they'd read themselves, and often each other, to sleep. she missed her friend. )

( damon expertly steers her through the crowds until they make it outside of the club entirely. he reaches around her to open up the door and push her gently through that as well. his fingertips hook at her waist as his thumbs slip over her hip bones affectionately. a sharpness slides into his gaze as an ache blossoms up within the center of his rib cage.

he missed her too.

there was an empty space at his bed. he never used her favorite reading chair in his room. he left all of her items where she'd last left them at so he'd have constant reminders of her in his room as if he could pretend everything was fine between them. there was no books read at the fireplace. meals were bland and boring. he missed her too. he felt it in every aspect of his life which changed for the worse, the darker without her in it. )

And I missed the hell out of you, Elena Gilbert.

( a smile tugs across his face as he lifts her up and vampire speeds them to the hallway wheere their rooms are at.. it's all wonder and love and bright and hungry. she missed him while he was missing her. he leans in until his mouth is just an inch from her ear, and he speaks the words low.)

Show me just how much you missed me.

( show me.

elena's eyes whisk upward at his request.

request, never a demand. she's still sort of breathless as a result of how quickly he sped them back to their hallway, but it's the look on his face that makes her gut twist warm and low. it's the heat of his breath across her cheek that leaves her trembling in place. god, the way he looks at her. it's not an ability vampires possess, but when his gaze is pinned on her like this, elena swears he can read every thought she's ever had and learn every desire she's ever felt.

she wants to reacquaint herself with his skin; what it tastes like and how it feels beneath her palms. it's tempting to rip his shirt in half and give into the passion that has her heart hammering against the walls of her chest, but a deeper part of her, the one filled with longing, wants to savor this.

with a swift nudge they step into her room, the door closing behind her. elena's hands lift to his shoulders, slipping underneath his leather jacket to strip it off. a slow smile curves on her lips, her eyes traveling from his jacket back up to his face. ) Did you wear this on purpose?

( damon smirks as his gaze darts from her eyes down to her mouth. there's still the thrilling realization they are back together after a miserable time apart. it wasn't anywhere near three years, but it was its own form of misery, and he's happy. longing blossoms into need at the space between them. )

I thought wherever you happened to be at that hour, I better show up looking as attractive as possible in your favorite leather jacket of mine to remind you.

( of just how attractive he looks. it may not be an ability vampires have, but damon has become incredibly good at reading elena. he can sense her hunger and desire as they build inside of her. she trembles, and he feels it, sliding the jacket off of his arms and letting it drop to the floor behind them.

he hooks his fingers under the straps of her dress and pulls her in by them until she's pressed against his chest. his mouth covers hers. his fingertips grip tight hold to the straps of her dress as he kisses her. he still wants her to show him, but he needed to kiss her again. need, and he no longer has to hold back on that need. )

( his confirmation gives way to laughter. it's in her throat and in her eyes. she knew it.

elena kisses damon back, a small sound breaking free from the all-too-simple need and passion taking over her chest. complicated, messy, turbulent — they should have never worked, but this feels so remarkably simple, and she lets it. she deepens the kiss, letting it speak of her suppressed longing. she trails her lips petal-soft across his forehead, the fullness of his cheekbones, the smooth lining of his collarbone, reclaiming his mouth once more.

her hands slip underneath his shirt and up his chest as she strains against him, nails scraping back down the path they traveled. they're unhurried in their movement, her hands, touching and sliding. they land at his waist, fingers clenching inward, and with this grip she begins to walk backward, tugging him along. )

( there is something about the look in her eyes. it steals the breath out of his lungs as his pulse beats faster, harder.

he slides his hands from her dress across her shoulders and then up to her neck. damon cups her head within his palms. his fingers dig into her dark, messy hair. her longing is everything. his body arches into her at each and every single soft kiss. he melts at the intensity of her movements.

damon follows where she leads, one step after the other, across the floor. he lifts his body into her fingers, into her nails as she grips him. he wants her hands and her mouth over every last part of him until not an inch of him remains untouched, unclaimed by her in every single way.

and he wants to do the same to her. his fingers search for the zipper of her dress, and he tugs it down in the same unhurried way. he wants to linger in this moment, to savor ever last drop of it with her. it's been so goddamn long. )

( damon tugs the zipper as far down as it will go and the dress simply gives, dropping to elena's feet. her heavy-lidded eyes stay on his face as she steps out of the dress and continues to walk backward, allowing herself to just appreciate the look of him when he's hungry. no blood in sight.

her face is warm, and that warmth moves down her chest, right to her fingertips. the back of her knees bump into the mattress behind her, and elena lets herself fall, but not without bringing him with her. her mouth opens under his once more, accepting him wholly, inviting him in.

they fuck slow and hard throughout the night, bodies shuddering under lips and palms and teeth.

it's still dark when elena gives into exhaustion, her sleeping body curving to his. )

( elena is human, which means she sleeps more easily than he does, and for hours, damon is content to study her while she sleeps. he drifts his fingers through the dark strands of her hair as they tangle up together. it's so beautiful to be back with her after these miserable weeks spent apart. he could watch her sleep for hours, knowing she'll wake up and smile at him and kiss him and talk to him, knowing that sleep is only temporary (as it should be).

it's late when he finally does get up, walking into the bathroom, to brush his teeth when he catches sight of very familiar handwriting on the mirror. it's familiar because it's his own. he stills abruptly. the toothbrush breaks in his hand before his gaze darts up to the mirror to read what is written there.

thanks for the book recommendation, princess. hope you're smiling that beautiful smile today.

hot, sharp rage rushes up in him like a freight train.

he breaks the mirror.)

( the mirror shatters, its message along with it. shards of glass trickle down the sink.

elena wakes up immediately, her hand already reaching for the dagger under her pillow. the thudding inside her ribcage is almost painful, but she puts two and two together before she can give in to her alarm. clutching the sheets to her chest, she haphazardly pushes off the bed. )

What the hell, Damon?

( THIS WAS NOT PART OF THE BLISSFUL REUNION. )

( damon shakes his hand as the blood drips into the sink with the glass, and the cut on his hand heals as quickly as it appeared. he heads out of the bathroom, walking out to her. it's anger but it's worry too. they both flood into him so abruptly he can hardly hold on to any sense of rational reactions. he's tense as he heads back into the bedroom, and no, this is not how he wanted this evening to go but he didn't expect brushing his teeth to result in- in that.

they talked about this.

they talked about it together. )

Why is my mirror writing to you like you've been pen pals with each other? ( and also clearly he's been flirting with her, but that's beside the point. kinda. )

( ... oh.

some of that initial bluster fades in elena. she was aware broaching the subject of his mirror would be inevitable, but this is not how she wanted him to find out. a small swallow, followed by the drawing of a steeling breath. ) Because we have been. ( she wouldn't put it like that, but technically, they have been writing to each other back and forth. ) We didn't really start talking until you and I weren't. ( or she'd have mentioned it sooner.

maybe. she wanted to avoid this. damon's reaction is what she assumed it would be, and she mostly understands.

their track record with mirrors is abysmal. )

( damon shakes his head in disbelief, because it's not a good enough reason for him. he erases the remaining distance between the both of them. he told her about what he was going through when it was dangerous even though they weren't talking, and yes, she's new at this, at them being in a relationship and what that means, but--

he needs to know. )

So that makes it okay? We said we'd tell each other when it happened, because mirrors are dangerous.

( his chest tenses, tightens up, rises up like something painful and angry and scared. )

What has he been talking to you about?

( elena doesn't take a step back as he approaches, lifting her gaze to meet his, unwavering. she clutches the sheets closer to her chest, her jaw locking at the recrimination she hears in his tone. ) Are you really going to get mad at me for not telling you something?

( r e a l l y?

it would be easier if he was just angry. but she can feel his fear, and that's what elena is most receptive to. the wind is knocked from her sails a second time, and it's elena taking a step forward this time. she needs him to understand. she never actively kept it from him. )

Damon, it was harmless. We talked about books and our days. ( she never once got the feeling the mirror was a danger to her. )

( damon hisses in a breath, because that was a low but not entirely inaccurate blow. it hits swiftly in his stomach, reminding him they haven't quite worked that out yet even if she's agreed to accept there are some things he cannot say, and then shakes his head distantly. )

It's different. This is something actively happening in our lives, in your life right now, which could be a threat to you.

( and of course, he's not just angry but scared. they have lived what mirrors can do. he knows freya's mirror has threatened elena before even if he wasn't there to witness it. they know klaus' mirror is running around, talking to caroline in the creepiest manner. and he knows he doesn't have to remind her of their previous experiences with mirrors, their very first experience with mirrors, and he never would, because no part of him blames her mirror for it. he's tense as he swallows thickly through the well of emotion. the moment he saw the words on her mirror every rational reaction flew out the window. )

He wants something, Elena.

( she regrets it as soon as she says it. accurate or not, elena isn't here to play tit for tat. she can accept it was wrong of her to break her promise, and she did promise. she can even accept that it was a risk to entertain him, and missing the real damon was no reason for it. but it's more than that.

elena is all too aware of damon's instinct to protect her. if something ever were to happen to her, it really would be over damon's dead body, and that's what scares her. his recklessness with the mirrors already worries her, he didn't need to deal with his own on top of that. )

Okay, fine. Let's say that's true. Let's say he does want something. Isn't it better to keep him close?

( even if the mirrors did want something, as long as the barrier remains intact, they can't touch her. being amiable could lead to more information. outright hostility never got them anywhere, and these reflections are going nowhere.

they're there, whether they like it or not. )

( damon stares at the broken glass in the sink. is he watching and listening now through the pieces? his hand drags over his neck. he responded to her mirror each and every time, and it didn't stop anything. did he even want it to?

he deserved it. he knew it. it's why he kept looking. she hated him for a reason, and he knew he'd earned that hate.

meanwhile he can't imagine a version of himself that would ever want to kill her, but hurt her, use her, take her? yes. it's how he came into her life, isn't it? he was the big bad. he was the thing to fear. he has been a monster so many times in his life. if the mirror loves elena, he would be helping her mirror, reaching through to her. something's wrong, and he doesn't know what it is. )

I don't know.

( his jaw locks as he finds the nearest bottle of bourbon, swallowing it down. )

You can't trust him. You can't let your guard down.

( elena is guilty of forgetting.

she has been more than ready to leave the past and the future where they belong, to stop living in either so she can be present. but in this case, she really shouldn't. it would do her well to remember. damon blew into town and brought her a world of pain. long before he was there to dry every single tear and carry her home after every lost battle, he was the vicious monster in the dark. he'd anger, fascinate, and disgust her frequently, and she couldn't trust him.

elena folds her arms across her chest, suddenly cold. she doesn't reject their history, tumultuous and messy though it may be. making a choice also means owning everything that comes with it, and she has with no apology. but she wasn't exactly looking to be confronted with it tonight, either.

she eyes the bourbon, and then she shakes her head. )

I won't.

( 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.

I just- ( fff. )

( elena doesn't say anything.

what is there to say?

however he planned on finishing that sentence, elena is positive she wouldn't understand where some of it is coming from, because it involves three years she wasn't a part of and he can't share. her gaze drifts toward the bathroom. the door is slightly ajar, and she can see the mirror in pieces. it won't be long before it puts itself back together, but that doesn't mean she won't close the door the rest of the way to afford herself privacy that in the end, she doesn't really have.

none of them do. )

I'm going to bed.

( she walks past him to slip back into the covers, shifting onto her side facing away from him. )

( it feels like jagged pieces of broken mirror remain stuck in his throat when he tries to swallow past it to speak, to explain with the words which had been on the tip of his tongue a moment ago. about what has been thrown in his face over the last five years, about what he's learned and why he's learned it, about making the right choices, about trying to not let her down. no matter what. she's already gone to bed and turned away from him.

he's aware he screwed this up too.

his eyes burn, and his stomach twists up so terribly he's certain he'll be sick with it. he doesn't know that he's ever known self loathing quite as powerfully as he did over the past three years. sometimes it feels like he can never quite tear the phoenix stone from him. maybe he was never supposed to. he stares at her form as she's turned away from him, and an ache builds in his expression as he reaches out to rest his hand against her leg.

he shoves himself to his feet, walking into his own room, to the nearest mirror. the conversation is short, painful, eye opening. and his stomach doesn't stop twisting around with terrible self-loathing.

he walks back into their room, studying elena as she lies there in bed, and then he sinks down beside her in it, curling up with his arm winding around her waist. his heart beating too fast. he's not going to sleep tonight, but at least he can hold on tightly to her. )

Edited 2017-04-02 21:48 (UTC)

( elena can feel it.

as he spoons her, she can feel damon's heart hammering against her back like it's trying to escape his body. she never really went to sleep, several half-hearted attempts aside, and it didn't take too long for her regret to seep in. damon and elena don't shy away from a fight, with each other or with anyone, but that doesn't mean she enjoys it. maybe it's too easy, but what lingered of her anger dissolves into dust. if this is her weakness, then so be it.

she doesn't turn around to face him. she does grab hold of his arm to wrap it further around her own body, encouraging him to press closer. her hand trails down the rest of his arm until it finds his, and she tucks both their hands against her chest. her heart beats steady.

elena isn't going anywhere. she presses a soft kiss to his knuckles as if to remind him. )

( damon presses his chest up further against her back at her encouragement. he feels the steadiness of her heart against their hands, her mouth brushing against his knuckles with a gentleness he's never believed he deserves.

but he wants, and he's been willing to fight for, to be better for.

he kisses her shoulder and buries his face there. he releases a breath against her back.

he lets his heart beat ease, lets the reassurance of her wash over him until his heart beats at a slower speed. he meant to keep his promise to open up to her when he's hurting even if he can't say all the words. )

The last five years have been about facing all this darkness in me, accepting what I have done, what I would do, and my responsibility to choose better. I hate myself sometimes. It blinded me earlier. ( that self loathing croaked up along with the fear any version of him could put her in harm. again. after he'd already believed he'd killed her, set her on fire, after everything he's already done to her. ) But I know the reason I was able to learn all of that is because of you, because I love you and you love me and you changed me. You're the light in that whole lot of awful dark.

If anyone can reach through to my mirror and figure out what he's after, it's you. I meant it when I said I trust you. ( And no one knows him better than her. )

( surprise comes to her in quiet waves.

elena thought they would remain silent until morning breaks, and she would have been comfortable in that silence. their understanding has always gone beyond what they choose to say. but damon talks, and he keeps talking, and elena holds her breath as his words fan across her skin. he whispers them into her shoulder like he doesn't want the rest of the world to know. some of these confessions she already knew. some of them she didn't.

damon is a work-in-progress. who isn't?

the past five years have been hell on him, and this is not news. he returned to wonderland with those years aging him despite being a vampire.

her capacity to understand, forgive, and accept damon is still there, so long as he meets her halfway. she walked into this relationship with her eyes wide open, and elena's learned from past mistakes and past relationships: she does not idealize damon. when he mentions his darkness, elena understands fully what that means, just like she understands the inherently cruel nature of their world. darkness will abound, and death will seek maidens. and here is her own confession: ) He's a part of you. He exists because you do. I couldn't turn him away any more than you could hold my mirror's actions against her. Because you love me.

( she rests her cheek against his hand. ) And I do love you, too. More than you hate yourself. ( that was never going to save him. it wasn't meant to. love is not meant to fix people, it only makes room for the warts. he'll get to where he needs to go. she believes in him. )

Edited 2017-04-02 23:15 (UTC)

( damon breathes out against her. his thumb slides over her hands as he tightens his hold on her own hands. he knows she likely didn't expect him to say more, but he promised, and he means to keep it. more than that, he really hates not sharing things with her. he went through that for three years, and he refuses to do it again.

his words- they're meant for her like his heart is meant for her too. his eyes burn as she explains, and he nods in understanding when she frames it that way. if her mirror came to him, if she spoke about wanting to genuinely talk to him again, would he turn her away? he doesn't think he could turn her away either. so he understands. )

I understand now. I was just scared as hell. ( he kisses along her shoulder, closing his eyes against her. his eyes burn more. his expression crumples when she gives him those words. would she if she knew it all?

all those things his mirror listed out? his throat locks up so tightly that his voice comes out wrong. for the moment, it doesn't matter. his hatred for himself feels unfathomable in its strength and in its width and depth, and she-

she loves him more than that. )

I believe you, and I love you too, far more than I hate myself, far more than I've felt anything before.

( elena nods into her pillow, lips brushing across damon's knuckles again at the motion. it's only human to feel fear. klaus' mirror has been stalking caroline. her own mirror ripped damon's heart out of his chest. she is extremely aware of how dangerous they can be, and her opting not to tell damon meant that he was allowed to think the worst for himself. she was in the wrong too, in some ways: she keeps expecting him to lash out the way he'd used to.

the way he hasn't in a long, long time. damon is no longer that person, and it's been a while since he has been that person. elena more than anyone has spent time with him upon his return. she's been privy to all of him, including the responsible, romantic, and self-possessed sides of him.

it isn't fair of her to react beforehand, already expecting the worst. it doesn't give him enough credit.

she finally turns, then, shifting in place until she is facing him. her hands are still tucked under her chin. )

So. We're good?

OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

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/basically writes a giant fic

you have destroyed me i hope you're happy

wails into my hands. s-so happy.

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