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( damon approaches the mirror. he doesn't yell, no. his voice is low. it's utterly controlled. it's not the first time he's talked to himself. )
What do you want from her? Answer me. I know you're there.
( I just want to talk to her. the words come after a moment, and damon wants to punch them all over again, but he resists. barely. his hand is a shaking fist at his side. )
I know it's not that simple.
( This time it is. Don't try to stop it. This is all I have. there's desperation in those words. damon can tell by the way they're written. the mirror was scared tonight, nervous when they got back together, nervous about their fight. )
No, she has a mirror of her own. You could be talking to her, getting through to her. It's what I'd do if I was over there.
( It's complicated. Because Damon's emotions are already off, and he doesn't want to flip them back on, which means- which means he's no good at helping Elena flip hers back on too. Why make her go through something he's terrified of doing? I mean it. If you try to stop it, you will have a reason to be afraid of me.
Something twists up in Damon's gut abruptly. It sinks down into the pit of his stomach, and it feels acidic.
There are things you don't want her to know. Krystal with a K. You let your brother down. You let Bonnie down. You know you let Elena down too. Maybe that's why you're so afraid to tell her anything that happens. You put yourself in a coffin to desiccate. Should I go on? that is one way to terrify damon. his stomach twists with renewed nausea at each and every word. the self loathing finds new ways to build itself up and scream at his face. the thought of elena knowing any of that or the worst of it all.
the one thing his mirror didn't write but must know about. why is he so desperate? what is he doing?)
Shut up. Stop it. ( he'd just relieved bits and pieces of that in his head moments ago, and he doesn't want to see it written there in the mirror in front of him). I won't stand in your way, but if you hurt her intentionally or otherwise, I swear to you... you will regret it.
( You have no idea how much we end up regretting, Damon.
another mirror destroyed in a second. he takes several steps back from it shaking. in all his, in all his everything, he never imagined the mirror on the other side would have already lived everything he's lived and more. no, it's not real. the queen can create whatever she wants, and it's- his mirror could be screwing with him, but he's not willing to take that chance. )
What do you want from her? Answer me. I know you're there.
( I just want to talk to her. the words come after a moment, and damon wants to punch them all over again, but he resists. barely. his hand is a shaking fist at his side. )
I know it's not that simple.
( This time it is. Don't try to stop it. This is all I have. there's desperation in those words. damon can tell by the way they're written. the mirror was scared tonight, nervous when they got back together, nervous about their fight. )
No, she has a mirror of her own. You could be talking to her, getting through to her. It's what I'd do if I was over there.
( It's complicated. Because Damon's emotions are already off, and he doesn't want to flip them back on, which means- which means he's no good at helping Elena flip hers back on too. Why make her go through something he's terrified of doing? I mean it. If you try to stop it, you will have a reason to be afraid of me.
Something twists up in Damon's gut abruptly. It sinks down into the pit of his stomach, and it feels acidic.
There are things you don't want her to know. Krystal with a K. You let your brother down. You let Bonnie down. You know you let Elena down too. Maybe that's why you're so afraid to tell her anything that happens. You put yourself in a coffin to desiccate. Should I go on? that is one way to terrify damon. his stomach twists with renewed nausea at each and every word. the self loathing finds new ways to build itself up and scream at his face. the thought of elena knowing any of that or the worst of it all.
the one thing his mirror didn't write but must know about. why is he so desperate? what is he doing?)
Shut up. Stop it. ( he'd just relieved bits and pieces of that in his head moments ago, and he doesn't want to see it written there in the mirror in front of him). I won't stand in your way, but if you hurt her intentionally or otherwise, I swear to you... you will regret it.
( You have no idea how much we end up regretting, Damon.
another mirror destroyed in a second. he takes several steps back from it shaking. in all his, in all his everything, he never imagined the mirror on the other side would have already lived everything he's lived and more. no, it's not real. the queen can create whatever she wants, and it's- his mirror could be screwing with him, but he's not willing to take that chance. )