[ It doesn't take long for Damon to show up, and somehow, he's ditched the jumpsuit already, in favour of a black shirt and a pair of black jeans - sadly, no leather jacket - nor do they look the typical quality of his clothing. God know what poor local he's compelled them off of. They'd gone their separate ways when Damon had noticed Katherine, and while he felt something for just ditching Elena, whether it be guilt or something else -- Katherine is alive and out of the tomb.
He lets himself into the house and it doesn't take him long to find Elena's room. Where he stands in the doorway and waits to be noticed, instead of saying anything or texting her. Because he's a classy guy like that. He's also still trying to wrap his head around vampire Elena. ]
[ The fact that he'd left her at all is a clear sign of how different things are. Her Damon would have been as protective as ever, wanting to at least know that she got somewhere alright with her little sun condition. But this Damon... He's not there yet, and she's not sure if he'll ever get there with them being in this place.
Yet, she can't help but hope, and that hope may be all that keeps her going.
She knows when he arrives. There's some slight hint of sound as he walks, or a change in the air, something that triggers her awareness of his presence, and as always she's drawn to him like being caught in a gravitation pull. Turning to look over at him from where she's sat upon the small bed that had been included in the master bedroom, she gives her device a little wave before hitting send on the message she'd already composed. ]
[ He scoffs quietly, just loud enough for her to hear, before he fishes his own device out of his pocket.
And you didn't happen to bring your little witch friend, did you?
[ She would surely be able to soundproof it, they had spells like that. Damon's been at the bad end of a few of them. His lips quirk up, he was joking. Mostly. Probably.
It's not that he doesn't care about Elena's problems, it's quite the opposite, he truly does. He's just had a lot dropped on him at once - a year missing apparently, her being a vampire, Katherine, this place. He's processing it all as best and as fast as he can. His eyes drift around her room as he heads over to sit down on her bed next to her.
She's going to need curtains. More furniture too. ]
When was the last time you ate? [ Vampire checklist time, and just a hint of that protective helpfulness she's been missing. ]
[ God, if Bonnie were here... How different would things be? She'd have a daylight ring, the house would be soundproofed, and there would be someone else to remind her of home. Of what it's like to not feel achingly alone all the time. Yes, things would be very different if Bonnie Bennett were here.
Something in her is buoyed slightly at the way he sits beside her, and even more at that question. Tiny pieces of the Damon she'd known, both of them really, hints of the man she knows he'll become. ]
Two days ago. I think. [ Things are still a little fuzzy from being brought here. ]
[ She's the same girl he'd compelled to forget him that first night, when he'd told her he wanted her to get everything she wanted. He doesn't want her to be unhappy - he doesn't like her being unhappy. Even if he's stuck on Katherine like a lovesick puppy, Elena is his friend. Or he wants her to be. There's so much good in her, it's hard not to want to be her friend.
He types away at another message, hitting send and turning to gauge her reaction as she reads it. ]
[ Being friends with Damon had been... Well, he'd become one of her best friends, really. That summer without Stefan, he'd been her rock, the person who had kept her going through it all. That was the summer she'd started falling in love with him, as she'd gotten to see the real Damon instead of just the part he liked to play with everyone else. Maybe if they could have that again...
She frowns for a moment at his message, then shakes her head. ]
None I've met. I'd rather not feed on anyone without their permission.
[ No, Damon, she's not opposed to feeding on humans. She's not Stefan. ]
[ Unfortunately for her, he can't remember any of it. He can only be a similar image to what he'd been with far less character development.
His gaze flickers back down to his screen to read the message before he immediately begins typing away at another. They could probably talk, quietly enough that only they could hear. The house should provide some form of protection, but he doesn't want to make her any more uneasy than she already is. ]
No one really ever wants to be dinner. How about later when the sun goes down we find someone you can snatch, eat, erase? Trust me, you're not the only one going to be chewing on the locals without their permission.
[ Thank god for that, he couldn't handle two Stefans. ]
[ She might have been okay with talking. Or she might have freaked out and completely panicked at the possibility of a sound eater coming to kill them both. She might not fear her own death but she's terrified of his.
Biting her lower lip, she starts to type a message, deletes the words, then starts again. Lather, rinse, repeat, until finally: ]
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[ It doesn't take long for Damon to show up, and somehow, he's ditched the jumpsuit already, in favour of a black shirt and a pair of black jeans - sadly, no leather jacket - nor do they look the typical quality of his clothing. God know what poor local he's compelled them off of. They'd gone their separate ways when Damon had noticed Katherine, and while he felt something for just ditching Elena, whether it be guilt or something else -- Katherine is alive and out of the tomb.
He lets himself into the house and it doesn't take him long to find Elena's room. Where he stands in the doorway and waits to be noticed, instead of saying anything or texting her. Because he's a classy guy like that. He's also still trying to wrap his head around vampire Elena. ]
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Yet, she can't help but hope, and that hope may be all that keeps her going.
She knows when he arrives. There's some slight hint of sound as he walks, or a change in the air, something that triggers her awareness of his presence, and as always she's drawn to him like being caught in a gravitation pull. Turning to look over at him from where she's sat upon the small bed that had been included in the master bedroom, she gives her device a little wave before hitting send on the message she'd already composed. ]
The house isn't soundproofed.
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And you didn't happen to bring your little witch friend, did you?
[ She would surely be able to soundproof it, they had spells like that. Damon's been at the bad end of a few of them. His lips quirk up, he was joking. Mostly. Probably.
It's not that he doesn't care about Elena's problems, it's quite the opposite, he truly does. He's just had a lot dropped on him at once - a year missing apparently, her being a vampire, Katherine, this place. He's processing it all as best and as fast as he can. His eyes drift around her room as he heads over to sit down on her bed next to her.
She's going to need curtains. More furniture too. ]
When was the last time you ate? [ Vampire checklist time, and just a hint of that protective helpfulness she's been missing. ]
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Something in her is buoyed slightly at the way he sits beside her, and even more at that question. Tiny pieces of the Damon she'd known, both of them really, hints of the man she knows he'll become. ]
Two days ago. I think. [ Things are still a little fuzzy from being brought here. ]
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He types away at another message, hitting send and turning to gauge her reaction as she reads it. ]
Any of your housemates human?
[ If not her housemates, then the locals. ]
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She frowns for a moment at his message, then shakes her head. ]
None I've met. I'd rather not feed on anyone without their permission.
[ No, Damon, she's not opposed to feeding on humans. She's not Stefan. ]
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His gaze flickers back down to his screen to read the message before he immediately begins typing away at another. They could probably talk, quietly enough that only they could hear. The house should provide some form of protection, but he doesn't want to make her any more uneasy than she already is. ]
No one really ever wants to be dinner. How about later when the sun goes down we find someone you can snatch, eat, erase? Trust me, you're not the only one going to be chewing on the locals without their permission.
[ Thank god for that, he couldn't handle two Stefans. ]
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Biting her lower lip, she starts to type a message, deletes the words, then starts again. Lather, rinse, repeat, until finally: ]
I'll think about it?