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pineslog2017-02-14 05:52 pm
unforgivably) wrote in pineslog2017-02-14 05:52 pm
i tried to take the road less traveled by but nothing seems to work the first few times
Who: Damon Salvatore, YOU?
Where: Around.
When: This Week.
What: With his daylight ring in possession, Damon gets a lay of the business he owns? With added context from home.
Warnings: Damon is a walking warning, but other than that, nothing other than the usual territory that comes with a Salvatore. *Season 7 spoilers, however, also counts as a warning within, they're may be closed logs underneath as well
Where: Around.
When: This Week.
What: With his daylight ring in possession, Damon gets a lay of the business he owns? With added context from home.
Warnings: Damon is a walking warning, but other than that, nothing other than the usual territory that comes with a Salvatore. *Season 7 spoilers, however, also counts as a warning within, they're may be closed logs underneath as well
S & D Automotive
[ Stefan told him about their business. He's yet to see it for himself. He dropped by mid-evening the week before, but this is the first day Monday he's stepped into work. Not to mention, the cars he and Stefan discovered, finally being able to be driven. He doesn't hate his car. He misses his old one. But, that one exploded driving into the Mystic Grill.
His fingers grip the steering wheel as that notion forms.
Something clicks into place mid-day Monday. It's as if Damon's flown blind for two weeks (figuratively speaking). The kernels of information he'd remembered had kept him alive and sated, but his suspicions hadn't wavered. Memories line themselves up like a movie playing in his mind. Elena had described to him once how it felt in transition, watching scenes play out before you, and Damon wonders if this isn't unlike that. Wayward Pines is no Mystic Falls (he's sure now it's bigger in infrastructure), so they don't play out in front of him, but they do play. At first, fragments slide into place. Elena. Soon, whole scenes rush at him, starting with what he remembered from before waking up in that hospital.
Elena's alive.
He keeps driving, slowly going in circles around town tossing aside familiar feelings and memories of the town he's currently stuck in, matching them up to what he remembers, to Katherine. To Bonnie. To those months he'd spent in 1994 now with context, and fuck if he doesn't hate Kai.
Everything circles back to Elena.
As for Damon, he circles back to the garage. He exits his car and hoofs it to the garage the Salvatore brothers own. You may catch him going through files, checking the computer, and digging around in back for parts if you drop by. Everything is too vivid, too specific. Stefan and him fix cars? No, this is someone's idea of a painted trick. He's done this before. Hell, he's pulled this before. Mostly out of a sense of compassion.
He takes a few minutes on a chair inspecting one of the cameras above his desk, but he doesn't rip it down. He just steps back down and smiles at it, giving a wave. He's got your number, Wayward Pines.
Or, so he thinks anyway.
If you haven't caught him combing through their records or inspecting cameras, you may have caught him with a legal pad in hand writing down facts. Specifically, his and Stefan's sordid history. That's right, he's even broken into his Wayward Pines bourbon stash, jotting down everything he thinks he can remember. This is what's real. Every time he reaches the bottom of the page, he flips it back, moving to the next.
Elena's alive seems to sustain him. ]
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Me. Neither. [ Steve gets a glass as his reward, Damon coming around the desk to clink Steve's with his. ] And how's Nat? [ The question tumbles out with ease, without knowing quite who this Nat person is, or If he knows them or of them. It's unsettling in a way that grates his nerves but he keeps it together. Rather than let it show on his features, he takes a sip before pointing with his glass, pointer finger extended. ] You teach. Art.
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For a few days, at least. [ He doesn't like evasions and double meanings, but in its own way it's a direct answer. If they're not supposed to speak of the past, then he'll say what he knows to be true in the here and now and trust Damon to infer the rest.
He's also not expecting him to ask about Natasha, and it doesn't quite surprise him, either. He's grateful for the few extra seconds to think about his answer. ]
She's good. [ And it's not much of one, but there's only so much he's willing to say about it to a man she may have never actually met. Steve nods to the pad still resting on the desk. His eyesight's just fine; he could make out the words if he wanted to, but he won't. ] How's business? Bucky hasn't really said.
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His lips come together in a steely smile not altogether caring about how Nat is (or who Nat is, he knows the name and that's about it), but there's also the undercurrent of fondness for a -- frequent customer? One time customer? He did only find the one invoice. ] That would be a question for my brother. He's - [ ... ] handled things in my absence. You've caught me on my first day back. [ Technically, his first day. As for the pad, his glass is set down smack dab in the middle of it, obscuring a few familiar names, but possibly drawing attention to the words 'fire' and 'tomb.' ] And your students? Are they happy to have their teacher back? Any shiny apples left on your desks? Abstract watercolors?
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Nah. Abstract watercolors are just homework. Your brother's— [ His eyebrows knit together briefly, then clear as minor revelation crosses his expression. ] Stefan. [ He tilts his head deliberately toward the door and the front of the store, as though to indicate the 'S' in the S & D. ] We met in the hospital.
[ And presumably before that, if Steve were comfortable presuming anything about this place. He wonders if referring to something that happened just a couple weeks ago counts as talking about the past, but in the philosophical and strategic way of a man who has no intention of abiding indefinitely. ]
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[ This doesn't bother him now, it's just a factual statement from the day in question. But, it does lead to a comparison of notes. ]
Stefan works more on the cars, I cook the books. [ A furrow of his brow, that wording accompanying a playful smile, indicating a joke as his smile widens into a grin. ] I'm the numbers. He's the - well, for lack of a better term, the muscle. Stefan's handy.
[ As is Damon, but only occasionally for business, apparently. He assists but not consistently. ]
What was it like for you? Waking up in the hospital?
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None the worse for wear.
[ Which is something not everyone can claim, something he's well aware of by now. His glance settles on Damon, more trusting than what he'd given to the cameras if a little more tentatively so. It feels unnatural to him, the hesitation, and he doesn't know if it comes from what memories he's managed to regain thus far or the part of him that seems to think he knows this man. ]
But I heal fast.
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[ Maybe it's just something he says, something offhand, or it means more. ]
I'll tell Bucky you stopped by.
[ Because all of these chance meetings don't help him glean anything. ]
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Thanks for the drink, Damon.
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Any time. See you around, Steve.