[ Does Damon always come with a dash of vitriol that looms? That tries to shadow over what she recalls feeling from him when she was still playing the part of Elena. All that kinder sincerity swept away when the truth was revealed, and she can't help but wonder who all he really is. Her brows rise in silent inquisitiveness when he corrects her; is there really a right answer in what tastes good to her? Not that it matters nearly as much as what transpires next.
Boarding house. Awareness registers at compulsion, but her forehead creases at manipulation. It's a clear enough answer though, one that he expounds upon. Standing still, watching as he heads over to pour himself a glass, she speaks. ] I remember compulsion. But, not this. [ A beat. ] Do I do this? [ Another set of sweeping glances all around before she starts over toward where the bourbon is, giving the cabinet a glance, coming in almost shoulder to shoulder with Damon. No attempt at putting herself intimately closer, but it's an action that feels natural.
Giving him a wondering gaze at the band name that she can't know, the word(s) sounds like a slightly deranged comment with the pronunciation of it (in excess of what?), her lips part as the empty glass hits wood. He goes on, reminding her there are more important discussions to be had.
Her upper body shifts just so, putting herself slightly farther away, enough to really look at him from the side. ] How could I miss them. Like you said -- everywhere.
You brought me here so we could talk without anyone listening? [ Her brows pop briefly. Only then does she look down over the bourbon, moving to pour herself a glass too. If they're in a dream, well mind manipulation, anything material's fair game. Drawing it up to her lips, she takes a slow drink, nodding as she lowers it, keeping the glass in hand. ] Unless you can make this taste better from some vampire trick [ ha ha ], then you're right. What you brought over isn't as good as it could be. [ She sighs quietly, looking around, voice falling into a casual if not heavier tone. ] I'm not sure what all I should say, Damon. If knowing much more than what I've found out already from you and Stefan could really make anything feel normal. Settled. Or, if it's not worth it, if I'll remember what I should eventually. Since you both did.
[ Another drink. A subtle sigh. Her eyes slide away. ] I'm...sorry, that we both thought I was Elena. [ Red alert: here are moments that may never happen again. ] No one deserves to have who they love be used as a way to hurt them, intentionally or not. [ Is this happening? She's said it all to the bourbon, a word or two to the floor. ] I can't remember if I'm even the sort of person to apologize or not [ a bitter chuckle ], but I am sure of one thing -- I think we both would've rather it gone differently. My showing up here. [ She finally looks at him again, taking another sip before she inhales slowly. ]
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Boarding house. Awareness registers at compulsion, but her forehead creases at manipulation. It's a clear enough answer though, one that he expounds upon. Standing still, watching as he heads over to pour himself a glass, she speaks. ] I remember compulsion. But, not this. [ A beat. ] Do I do this? [ Another set of sweeping glances all around before she starts over toward where the bourbon is, giving the cabinet a glance, coming in almost shoulder to shoulder with Damon. No attempt at putting herself intimately closer, but it's an action that feels natural.
Giving him a wondering gaze at the band name that she can't know, the word(s) sounds like a slightly deranged comment with the pronunciation of it (in excess of what?), her lips part as the empty glass hits wood. He goes on, reminding her there are more important discussions to be had.
Her upper body shifts just so, putting herself slightly farther away, enough to really look at him from the side. ] How could I miss them. Like you said -- everywhere.
You brought me here so we could talk without anyone listening? [ Her brows pop briefly. Only then does she look down over the bourbon, moving to pour herself a glass too. If they're in a dream, well mind manipulation, anything material's fair game. Drawing it up to her lips, she takes a slow drink, nodding as she lowers it, keeping the glass in hand. ] Unless you can make this taste better from some vampire trick [ ha ha ], then you're right. What you brought over isn't as good as it could be. [ She sighs quietly, looking around, voice falling into a casual if not heavier tone. ] I'm not sure what all I should say, Damon. If knowing much more than what I've found out already from you and Stefan could really make anything feel normal. Settled. Or, if it's not worth it, if I'll remember what I should eventually. Since you both did.
[ Another drink. A subtle sigh. Her eyes slide away. ] I'm...sorry, that we both thought I was Elena. [ Red alert: here are moments that may never happen again. ] No one deserves to have who they love be used as a way to hurt them, intentionally or not. [ Is this happening? She's said it all to the bourbon, a word or two to the floor. ] I can't remember if I'm even the sort of person to apologize or not [ a bitter chuckle ], but I am sure of one thing -- I think we both would've rather it gone differently. My showing up here. [ She finally looks at him again, taking another sip before she inhales slowly. ]