[damon lifts his eyebrows at her as she speaks from the bathroom. he can see her back, see her normal nighttime routine. it's the same routine he's seen her done many times now. he wonders if that ever changes. probably not. there's likely something about the ritual of it, the normalcy of it which is a comfort wherever it's happening, whatever else is going on.
when they couldn't find stefan and couldn't get answers and tangled with vampires and violence, she'd go through that same routine, tugging on the blanket before she finally sunk down on the bed beside him]
I know. I wasn't looking for a room.
[in case that wasn't obvious. his gaze remains on her as she gets ready in the bathroom]
here's the funny thing about stefan. there's gaps in her memories when it comes to that summer. she remembers that much of it was spent with damon, and sometimes alaric. she remembers those nights she'd stay at the boarding house. the reason why eludes her. she doesn't think to find the reasons, because she doesn't know they're missing. ]
Here I am. [ she leans against the doorframe, arms folded loosely across her chest.
nothing about her stance conveys confrontation. ] Damon, this is real. You and me being here? It's real.
[ there's no tainted blood. no moonshine binge. no weird trippy dream. it's real. ]
[and damon does not realize exactly how much she's missing yet either, because he hasn't ironed out the details yet. he was too busy clinging on to the feeling that none of this could possibly be real. except it hasn't gone away, and he's now been in wonderland for hours, waiting for it to tick, tick, tick away, waiting to wake up.]
Here you are, getting ready for bed. [like she always does. maybe there is comfort in it for damon too. all those nights she stayed over, all those nights he'd end up in her bedroom, there's a familiarity in the way she gets ready to go to bed.
and he'd wanted that when everything else got turned upside down]
Yeah, I'm... starting to get that, and you've been here for over a hundred days.
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when they couldn't find stefan and couldn't get answers and tangled with vampires and violence, she'd go through that same routine, tugging on the blanket before she finally sunk down on the bed beside him]
I know. I wasn't looking for a room.
[in case that wasn't obvious. his gaze remains on her as she gets ready in the bathroom]
I was looking for you.
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here's the funny thing about stefan. there's gaps in her memories when it comes to that summer. she remembers that much of it was spent with damon, and sometimes alaric. she remembers those nights she'd stay at the boarding house. the reason why eludes her. she doesn't think to find the reasons, because she doesn't know they're missing. ]
Here I am. [ she leans against the doorframe, arms folded loosely across her chest.
nothing about her stance conveys confrontation. ] Damon, this is real. You and me being here? It's real.
[ there's no tainted blood. no moonshine binge. no weird trippy dream. it's real. ]
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Here you are, getting ready for bed. [like she always does. maybe there is comfort in it for damon too. all those nights she stayed over, all those nights he'd end up in her bedroom, there's a familiarity in the way she gets ready to go to bed.
and he'd wanted that when everything else got turned upside down]
Yeah, I'm... starting to get that, and you've been here for over a hundred days.