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pineslog2017-05-13 04:02 pm
unforgivably) wrote in pineslog2017-05-13 04:02 pm
come back...be here
Who: Damon Salvatore, You.
Where: Around town.
When: Saturday, May 13th.
What: After missing this call, Damon closes the shop for the day and unsuccessfully searches for his brother.
Warnings: None. Yet?
the delicate beginning rush ❦ lagomarcino's
[ The Saturday morning rush is in full force, Damon not stopping for pleasantries as he moves through the confectionary to the sandwiches in the back, eyeing the people taking in their innocent brunches. Fake memories fueled him coming here first. Any fight he and Stefan had ended here, sharing something sweet. They hashed out their business arrangement here. They hashed out their side business arrangement. Passing the counter, he peers toward the back.
He even ducks into the men's bathroom, stopping himself from calling Stefan's name.
As the door swings closed, he spots someone familiar, approaching them. ] Have you seen my brother today? ]
the feeling you can know so much ❦ between the pines
[ He ducks into Between the Pines, first to see if Stefan has sought solace from his 'wife,' and selfishly to see if he shared what he knew with her. Damon is achingly aware of the days as they pass. Elena's memory should return any day now, and maybe a part of him selfishly wants this, a reason to not confront his brother. Something to distract him until his brother is ready to talk to him, to discuss what he knows now.
However he knows. ] Stefan? [ He waits a beat before calling out. ] Elena?
[ Phone in his hand again, he finds Stefan's voicemail. As emotionless as he sounds, he thinks Stefan would take more glee in retelling a letter he wrote to Bonnie, maybe as his way of telling him he's caught up. But, Damon can't be sure. ]
without knowing anything at all ❦ wayward pines academy
[ He searches through his memories of living here, trying to think of somewhere else Stefan might be.
It's probably futile, but he tries the school.
The handle is broken easily as he lets himself in the side door. He finds himself stopping, looking at pictures of he and his brother in one of the glass cases. He checks Stefan's small office, sinking into his brother's chair. He tries him again, getting Stefan's voicemail. He sees if Emma, or any other teachers he knows are in the locked school he assumes they might have a key to. He half expects to come upon a Breakfast Club, but that would be the wrong decade wouldn't it?
Never one to shy away from an opportunity, he finds himself in the main office, specifically in one of the filing cabinets. They won't mind if he borrows his family's permanent records, right? Any more clues that could point to why they're all here, why everything is eerily similar but off. ]
and now that I can't put this down ❦ tequila mockingbird
[ He's a professional.
Drowning his sorrows at his partial place of work isn't his style, and seeing they live in a town with more than one bar, now, he decides to park himself here at the bar, of course. Forget tables, or booths. He's finished with this day and this town. His brother isn't speaking to him, because of a reason he couldn't have prevented but also not one he could've presented either. So, he drinks. He buys drinks for the people he knows, and if they're nice enough the stranger who sits next to him.
He's just over the edge when he decides on something. Something he'd done with Katherine early on in this town. Technically, he could even lie about the lie and not be lying. Considering. ] It's an old game, tell me if you've heard it. Two truths. And a lie. You pick the lie, I drink. I fool you, you drink. And so on.
[ He liked the layers of this one, the false pretenses and 'false' truths. ]
if i had known what i'd known now, i never would have played so nonchalant ❦ chez salvatore
[ He ends the night dancing in the living room to records he picked up at the record store at some point, and some they'd already had. 90's classic rock. He pours, he drinks. He gives a good look around the house he shares. He reads those permanent records, learning more about their school reputations. He leaves them strewn across the counter.
Eventually, one can find him on their roof with a bottle of Wayward Pines' finest, Pearl Jam blasting underneath. He opened the windows so he'd be able to listen. ]
*let me know if none of these work for you, or if you have a better idea. assume he checks the entire town, really, or you can always see him on the street. or, even at the shop before he gets the call.
Where: Around town.
When: Saturday, May 13th.
What: After missing this call, Damon closes the shop for the day and unsuccessfully searches for his brother.
Warnings: None. Yet?
the delicate beginning rush ❦ lagomarcino's
[ The Saturday morning rush is in full force, Damon not stopping for pleasantries as he moves through the confectionary to the sandwiches in the back, eyeing the people taking in their innocent brunches. Fake memories fueled him coming here first. Any fight he and Stefan had ended here, sharing something sweet. They hashed out their business arrangement here. They hashed out their side business arrangement. Passing the counter, he peers toward the back.
He even ducks into the men's bathroom, stopping himself from calling Stefan's name.
As the door swings closed, he spots someone familiar, approaching them. ] Have you seen my brother today? ]
the feeling you can know so much ❦ between the pines
[ He ducks into Between the Pines, first to see if Stefan has sought solace from his 'wife,' and selfishly to see if he shared what he knew with her. Damon is achingly aware of the days as they pass. Elena's memory should return any day now, and maybe a part of him selfishly wants this, a reason to not confront his brother. Something to distract him until his brother is ready to talk to him, to discuss what he knows now.
However he knows. ] Stefan? [ He waits a beat before calling out. ] Elena?
[ Phone in his hand again, he finds Stefan's voicemail. As emotionless as he sounds, he thinks Stefan would take more glee in retelling a letter he wrote to Bonnie, maybe as his way of telling him he's caught up. But, Damon can't be sure. ]
without knowing anything at all ❦ wayward pines academy
[ He searches through his memories of living here, trying to think of somewhere else Stefan might be.
It's probably futile, but he tries the school.
The handle is broken easily as he lets himself in the side door. He finds himself stopping, looking at pictures of he and his brother in one of the glass cases. He checks Stefan's small office, sinking into his brother's chair. He tries him again, getting Stefan's voicemail. He sees if Emma, or any other teachers he knows are in the locked school he assumes they might have a key to. He half expects to come upon a Breakfast Club, but that would be the wrong decade wouldn't it?
Never one to shy away from an opportunity, he finds himself in the main office, specifically in one of the filing cabinets. They won't mind if he borrows his family's permanent records, right? Any more clues that could point to why they're all here, why everything is eerily similar but off. ]
and now that I can't put this down ❦ tequila mockingbird
[ He's a professional.
Drowning his sorrows at his partial place of work isn't his style, and seeing they live in a town with more than one bar, now, he decides to park himself here at the bar, of course. Forget tables, or booths. He's finished with this day and this town. His brother isn't speaking to him, because of a reason he couldn't have prevented but also not one he could've presented either. So, he drinks. He buys drinks for the people he knows, and if they're nice enough the stranger who sits next to him.
He's just over the edge when he decides on something. Something he'd done with Katherine early on in this town. Technically, he could even lie about the lie and not be lying. Considering. ] It's an old game, tell me if you've heard it. Two truths. And a lie. You pick the lie, I drink. I fool you, you drink. And so on.
[ He liked the layers of this one, the false pretenses and 'false' truths. ]
if i had known what i'd known now, i never would have played so nonchalant ❦ chez salvatore
[ He ends the night dancing in the living room to records he picked up at the record store at some point, and some they'd already had. 90's classic rock. He pours, he drinks. He gives a good look around the house he shares. He reads those permanent records, learning more about their school reputations. He leaves them strewn across the counter.
Eventually, one can find him on their roof with a bottle of Wayward Pines' finest, Pearl Jam blasting underneath. He opened the windows so he'd be able to listen. ]
*let me know if none of these work for you, or if you have a better idea. assume he checks the entire town, really, or you can always see him on the street. or, even at the shop before he gets the call.
Between the sPines
He can't really remember their 'parents' beyond knowing that they had been there, but that's fine. He'd rather they didn't overshadow his real mother back home.
Still, it's becoming habit now to stop in after work and wait for Elena to close up shop a couple times a week so they can go train and get to know each other. Then somehow he found himself idly putting stock away, and now he's keeping an eye on the place while she steps out. It hasn't even been two weeks since they met but he hasn't found reason to complain about it yet.
Nyx looks up at the bell. Most of their regulars already know what they're coming in here for, so he doesn't start to the front until he actually hears Damon's voice. It's easy to ignore, this time, the curl of distaste his memories insist he has. The last time they talked ended almost pleasantly, after all, and he doesn't have the time or patience for undeserved hostility. Plus, he notes as he sees him, Damon looks unsettled. Needling him would be cruel.]
She's out running errands. Everything okay?
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