[ She remembers him, but not her brother. Now it's his breath who catches. He expected to have to explain himself, to work backwards, convince her through touch, and eye contact, and an inherent trust of who he is, but she knows his name. How can he not have a selfish thought in that moment. It isn't as if the young Gilbert isn't off doing god knows what at art school. (He isn't.) ] Don't hurt yourself trying, the memories are few and far between in the beginning, [ But, with one Salvatore comes another, and a sliver of the old Damon rears its ugly head within him. He's the vampire who stole his brother's girl. Twice. It's always more complicated. But in its purest form, this is what it comes down to. ] Stefan's my brother.
[ It's not the time to explain a long and complicated history of betrayal, feelings kept at bay, tragedy, and selfishness from all involved. Small bursts of information are best. If he weren't in a sham town, maybe he'd give her a deeper run down. After all, he'd gone through this with his brother. Amnesia had claimed him, too, thanks to the benefits of Ms. Quetsiyah and her several thousand year paranoid grudge.
His stomach lurches, driving away thoughts of Quetsiyah and Silas. That year was one of the worst. Then again, name a year that wasn't. ]
Boyfriend, but I promised to marry you someday and I'm fulfilling that promise. [ He brings her wrist to his lips, falling back into old patterns, affection coming easily, with only her reaction being foreign. But she doesn't leap back, cry out, feel it's wrong.
They're MFOE, right?
The implications of Elena being here, that while Stefan and Damon acclimated to a town not unlike their own that something happened to Bonnie linger underneath. But, that guilt will come with time. Not when Elena is here in front of him and any real pain would have to be explained beyond her non-accident. The concept of forever has always been an elusive one for Damon Salvatore. What he keeps most to himself is his intentions before waking up here, how seventy years would have gone by in a flash. And then he would've had decades. Priceless decades. ]
Hey. Easy. I meant it before. When you wake up here, you remember very little. It's - glimpses into who you are. I remembered Stefan. And - [ He pauses, knowing full well that her memory could be as isolated as anyone else's. She doesn't remember the coma, Kai. His hand brings hers down again, fingers pulling back, knowing full well this explanation can't be useful, or helpful. But, it's all he has. ] not much else. You're not going to like it, but I promised once to keep you in the loop from now on, so, I don't know. We don't know how we got here. A month ago today, Stefan and I woke up here, like you, were told we were in an accident like you, along with a handful of other, priceless personalities. [ No reason to keep back his real personality. That judgment. ] There's more, but we should find you clothing. And something tells me your key should match ours. [ That's said more to himself, as he glances back behind them. ] They frown upon personal details in public here. Very staunch town. Very Beaumont. Or, that country club in Dirty Dancing. Everyone remembers Swayze and Baby, but can anyone name the country club itself?
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[ It's not the time to explain a long and complicated history of betrayal, feelings kept at bay, tragedy, and selfishness from all involved. Small bursts of information are best. If he weren't in a sham town, maybe he'd give her a deeper run down. After all, he'd gone through this with his brother. Amnesia had claimed him, too, thanks to the benefits of Ms. Quetsiyah and her several thousand year paranoid grudge.
His stomach lurches, driving away thoughts of Quetsiyah and Silas. That year was one of the worst. Then again, name a year that wasn't. ]
Boyfriend, but I promised to marry you someday and I'm fulfilling that promise. [ He brings her wrist to his lips, falling back into old patterns, affection coming easily, with only her reaction being foreign. But she doesn't leap back, cry out, feel it's wrong.
They're MFOE, right?
The implications of Elena being here, that while Stefan and Damon acclimated to a town not unlike their own that something happened to Bonnie linger underneath. But, that guilt will come with time. Not when Elena is here in front of him and any real pain would have to be explained beyond her non-accident. The concept of forever has always been an elusive one for Damon Salvatore. What he keeps most to himself is his intentions before waking up here, how seventy years would have gone by in a flash. And then he would've had decades. Priceless decades. ]
Hey. Easy. I meant it before. When you wake up here, you remember very little. It's - glimpses into who you are. I remembered Stefan. And - [ He pauses, knowing full well that her memory could be as isolated as anyone else's. She doesn't remember the coma, Kai. His hand brings hers down again, fingers pulling back, knowing full well this explanation can't be useful, or helpful. But, it's all he has. ] not much else. You're not going to like it, but I promised once to keep you in the loop from now on, so, I don't know. We don't know how we got here. A month ago today, Stefan and I woke up here, like you, were told we were in an accident like you, along with a handful of other, priceless personalities. [ No reason to keep back his real personality. That judgment. ] There's more, but we should find you clothing. And something tells me your key should match ours. [ That's said more to himself, as he glances back behind them. ] They frown upon personal details in public here. Very staunch town. Very Beaumont. Or, that country club in Dirty Dancing. Everyone remembers Swayze and Baby, but can anyone name the country club itself?