Ties that Bind || Delena
As Damon continued to stroke Elena’s hair he felt a damp patch appear on his shirt. Noticing tears streaming down he cheek as she sat up. He hated seeing her cry and feel upset. “I know you dot” Damon said sympathetically, understanding how confused she must feel. “You were made to forget because it was believed that your life would be better if you did” Damon sighed. “It all happened last year, that’s why you went to university and why i left with Klaus” he confessed. Damon placed his hand on Elena’s cheek, wiping away her tears. “Its ok, i can help you remember” he assured, leaning his head close to hers.
Klaus? Elena had no idea who that was so she just passed the thought by as one of his friends. “What if I don’t want to remember?” She asked, unsure of where she was going with the statement. Elena wanted to remember things, but she didn’t understand why she lost her memory in the first place. Was I in a bad accident? She thought as she leaned away from Damon to rest her head in her hands. She was confused, and it was driving her insane.
“If you don’t want to remember then i wont force you too, but naturally you might remember and there’s no way of stopping it” Damon explained. “But i want you to remember. Yes there was bad stuff happen back then. Stuff you wont want to remember. But there was good too. We were good” he sighed, staring deep into her eyes. As Elena rested her head in her hands Damon wrapped his arm around her, trying to comfort her. “I’m sorry, i shouldn’t of said anything. I’m an idiot” he muttered. “I just didn’t want to keep anything from you. I thought you should… Needed to know” Damon choked.
Mystic Falls.. It’s kinda boring.
Do i know you? I feel like i recognise you…
(Source: thenogoodshitmagnetofbristol)
What’s there to do for fun around here?
Me?
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OOC; Do i owe anyone a reply? Anyone wanna para?
Fixing Things//Damon&Bonnie
As Damon entered The Grill he instantly looked around, seeing if there was anyone he knew around. It was then that he spotted a petite dark haired girl alone at the bar. As she turned around Damon noticed it was Bonnie. As she waved him over, Damon smiled cheekily before quickly hurrying over to her. Things between them had always been weird. Awkward. But really Damon held a soft spot for Bonnie. She was always good to have on your side and had done a lot for him in the past. Once by her side Damon sat down. “Its been a while, Witchy” Damon mused.
Bonnie smiled warmly at Damon as he walked towards her, relieved that he had decided to come over to her. Her smile was an offer of friendship, she really wanted to turn around everything that had happened in their past and she hoped that they could make amends and at least attempt a friendship. Damon stopped beside her, taking his seat, and she grinned at him as she took a small sip of her coke. “It has vampy.” She scrunched her nose up at the words before softly shaking her head in laughter.
“Vampy? Well never before have i been called that” Damon laughed. “I’m surprised you didn’t insult me or give me one of those witchy migraines” he smirked. He had to admit this sudden kindness was a surprise. It was never like this usually. Before saying anymore Damon called over the bartender, ordering himself a glass of bourbon. “So, Bonnie, how have you been?” he asked in curiosity, hoping things had been better than before he left.
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a second chance. | damon&jenna
Being back actually felt rather nice for Jenna. Sure, she was confused and still rather hurt about events prior to her deaths, but still. She was alive and to add on to that, she no longer remained a vampire. That alone took a great weight off her chest. Being a vampire definitely wasn’t something she wanted, especially when she hadn’t been aware of their existence until a short time before she became one.
But regardless of whether or not Jenna was a vampire, there were still vampires in her life. Some of them she’d been fond of…some of them not so much. One of the latter happened to be Damon. Jenna supposed he hadn’t actually been so bad to her. It was simply the fact that she’d known many men like him before, and none of them were very respectable people. Still, she’d gotten a second chance at living. Perhaps she could give him a second chance at a better impression.
So here she was, standing in front of the Grill. A place she enjoyed being, and honestly it was a place she wanted to be right now. A place that felt comfortable to be in, because she’d always spent so much time there. So this would be where her little ‘reunion’ with Damon took place. Not that they’d ever spent much time together. She just hoped that maybe, under that cocky, asshole attitude of his he might actually be a decent guy. By now Jenna knew Damon was a vampire, and she’d rather not have too many of them on her bad side, especially since she knew Elena and Jeremy saw a lot of him. Either Jenna needed to learn to like him, or have enough proof to find him dangerous and forbid them from seeing him.
While being back in town Damon had met a lot of familiar faces and also a lot of new faces. But also while being back he had found out something, Jenna was back. But not just back… She was human. Damon had always liked Jenna, well he never had a reason not to. Yes she had been very reluctant before to trust him but knew that was because of past experiences and his cocky attitude and actions. When she was turned, Damon felt bad. He never wanted it to happen to her, in fact he wanted to help her. So when hearing she was back Damon wanted to meet up with her, deciding to travel to The Grill to see if she would be there.
As he arrived at The Grill, Damon casually passing through the doors, headed to the bar. While getting closer Damon spotted Jenna sitting at the bar waiting for him. Sitting down beside her he turned to look at her, shooting her a friendly smile. “Hello Jenna” he said. “I guess i should say welcome back” Damon laughed slightly. “Can i get you a drink?” he offered, wanting to make a good impression.
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Ties that Bind || Delena
“Your incredibly lucky then, most people would kill to be bless with such a talent” Damon raised a brow. It wasn’t surprising to him she had that unusual talent, after all she was naturally unique. “Forgive you for asking what?” he asked, confused by her half started sentence. As she laid against him Damon couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness, causing him to smile widely. But soon enough she asked another question, a question that made his heart sink. “You don’t remember me because you was made to forget me, Elena” Damon confessed, stroking her long soft brown hair.
A lone tear escaped Elena’s eye and rolled down her cheek onto his shirt. She had no idea why a tear would fall yet she felt upset. And at the same time confused. “I-I don’t understand,” she shook her head as she now sat up to have the ability to look at him. “Why? How? When?” She shook her head and closed her eyes as an image of them together flashed across her mind. They were in Georgia, in a small bar, similar to the Mystic Grill, though it wasn’t. They were eating and talking, they were having fun. They seemed to be more than just aquatances. “Please explain to me.”
As Damon continued to stroke Elena’s hair he felt a damp patch appear on his shirt. Noticing tears streaming down he cheek as she sat up. He hated seeing her cry and feel upset. “I know you dot” Damon said sympathetically, understanding how confused she must feel. “You were made to forget because it was believed that your life would be better if you did” Damon sighed. “It all happened last year, that’s why you went to university and why i left with Klaus” he confessed. Damon placed his hand on Elena’s cheek, wiping away her tears. “Its ok, i can help you remember” he assured, leaning his head close to hers.
Ties that Bind || Delena
Casually Damon walked to the kitchen, rapidly making the coffee and then making his way back into the living room. “I must say i do like it, but i do prefer other smells” he suggested, carefully handing her the cup and sitting beside her. Damon noticed Elena was acting differently… That she was sobering up. “If you drink that now and sleep you might just wake up hangover free” he laughed, nudging her gently. Gradually Damon eased himself back into the couch, laying his arm out, allowing Elena to lean against him if she chose to.
Elena took a sip of her coffee before placing it on the table, “I’ll let you in on a little secret, I don’t have hangovers.. I never have,” she grinned as she casually shrugged. It was true, no matter how much Elena partied and drunk she never woke up the next morning with a headache or nothing. She considered it a gift. “Damon, forgive me for asking this, but-” she hesitated. She didn’t know how to finish her question, or better yet, she didn’t know which question to ask. So instead she rested her head on his chest and hoped he wouldn’t mind. “- why don’t I remember you?”>
“Your incredibly lucky then, most people would kill to be bless with such a talent” Damon raised a brow. It wasn’t surprising to him she had that unusual talent, after all she was naturally unique. “Forgive you for asking what?” he asked, confused by her half started sentence. As she laid against him Damon couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness, causing him to smile widely. But soon enough she asked another question, a question that made his heart sink. “You don’t remember me because you was made to forget me, Elena” Damon confessed, stroking her long soft brown hair.
Ties that Bind || Delena
Elena plonked herself on the couch and lay down. She was beginning to sober up, but that wasn’t necisarilly a good thing. When the alcohol was in her system she could talk freely and say anything. But, if she was sober she’d feel restricted to what she had to say around Damon. She lay down patiently for him to return with the coffee whilst she tried to remember the moments she shared with him before she left town. Did I really know him? Or is he playing games? Elena thought to herself as Damon returned. “Hmm I love the smell of coffee” she sat up in the hope he would sit closely beside her.
Casually Damon walked to the kitchen, rapidly making the coffee and then making his way back into the living room. “I must say i do like it, but i do prefer other smells” he suggested, carefully handing her the cup and sitting beside her. Damon noticed Elena was acting differently… That she was sobering up. “If you drink that now and sleep you might just wake up hangover free” he laughed, nudging her gently. Gradually Damon eased himself back into the couch, laying his arm out, allowing Elena to lean against him if she chose to.
Ties that Bind || Delena
“Your welcome” Damon said softly. He was pleased with himself for telling her the truth all night. However there was still somethings she didn’t know, that he could tell her later. But there was something he had no clue how to explain. That he was a vampire. Things had been going so well and he feared what her reaction to finding out what he was would be like. As they walked down the street Damon pulled Elena close, keeping his arm around her tightly. “Yes, yes i do” he admitted. “No i will be fine, i don’t really feel the cold” Damon insisted, knowing exactly why he didn’t. “Yes i know Jeremy, he’s a good lad” he smiled. “You ask a lot of questions” Damon laughed, listening to her ask question after question. “Of course” he muttered.
Elena enjoyed being this close to Damon, it allowed her to feel safe and protected. It was strange, yet it was the truth, that Elena trusted him. She trusted that he would get her home safely and that he will look after her until she falls asleep. But, a part of Elena felt that Damon wasn’t telling her something- she didn’t exactly blame him either, after all, she was drunk. They were walking in silence and Elena was glad, it allowed the cold, night air to fill her lungs and sober up a bit. “Nearly home,” she sighed with relief as the turned into her road. Elena must of tripped and stumbled several times and was grateful that Damon showed no signs of being pissed off, although she assumed he was.
Soon enough Damon and Elena was nearly back to her place. “Yeah just a few more yards” he murmured. After a few minutes they were finally at her house, Damon casually helped Elena up the steps to the porch, preventing her falling. “Key?” he asked, holding out his hand to take it from her. Once she had found it Damon opened the door, allowing Elena to go inside and then following her inside. “Home sweet home” he cheered. “Now Miss, you take a seat in there and i’ll go make you that coffee” Damon said in a friendly manner, guiding Elena into her own living room.
Also while i was away i have been enjoying the pleasure of having Rebekah as my play thing, Which i have to say has been fun. But now i'm back in Mystic Falls, back to see the wonderful Elena Gilbert. The woman i have feelings for. But it seems a lot has changed since i was last here.
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