There's no teasing going on. It's complete confusion on his face as she answers him, and it increases into annoyance when the finger doesn't stop her singing.
Damon raises an eyebrow at her, shaking his head. "My eyes are fine," he says. "They're perfect. Who the hell wants black eyes?" He makes a face at the thought. Wouldn't it be an immediate giveaway to the whole vampire thing? With the blue eyes, he gets away with plenty. He has no idea why her demeanor has suddenly changed. Nothing else seems to have changed.
He still has no idea who she is.
"...No, born in Mystic Falls. Stefan's my brother. Giesuppe, yes. Vampire, yes. What Fell's Church?" Damon shakes his head in confusion. How does she know so much about him? It's... starting to annoy and frustrate him. Fell's Church was where Katherine was supposed to be hidden, but she wasn't there. "Yes, yes, no, yes. In that order."
Damon folds his arms across his chest as he looks at her with suspicion now. "How do you know so much about me?" And why is some of the information off?
"Because you're a figment of my imagination, obviously." But he already knows that, she's sure, seeing as how he is a figment of her imagination. She isn't sure why her brain's changed Damon in the way it has if it is a dream, but if it's a vision, she decides she should go find out what she's supposed to be finding out.
And it's probably not happening in this weird conversation.
"Well, I should go figure out what's going on so I can wake up." And she gives him a lovely, dimpled smile and begins wandering away.
"Obviously?" Damon asks, raising an eyebrow as he stares at her. He slips his arms across his chest trying to figure out what to think of her. "You must have incredibly attractive figments of your imagination, but believe it or not I'm real."
He is trying to figure out if it's worth it to follow her, but she knows things about him. Some things.
"You're not asleep. You're in Chicago," he fills in as she starts to wander away.
"No it's not," she insists. And she is very purposefully not looking at any skyline, because if he's telling the truth about that, he might be telling the truth about being real.
"You're not Damon," Bonnie goes on. "If you were, you'd know me. Not just because you're my sire, either. You'd know me intimately." Because he is not real, and because he seems to be a bit of a butt head, Bonnie sticks out her tongue at him.
Damon rolls his eyes when she sticks her tongue out at him. "What are you? Three years old?"
He folds his arms across his chest, not looking impressed at all.
"Sire?" He makes another face before he shakes his head, waving a hand in her direction. But she's a vampire, that's good to know. "No, I don't know you intimately, but I'm sure you want me to. Believe what you want, it doesn't actually matter to me."
She'll figure out the truth sooner rather than later when she takes a look around, when days pass and she doesn't wake up from the 'dream'.
Admittedly, sticking out her tongue isn't the most mature thing she's ever done. But this is all overwhelming and she feels like she might burst into song again.
She wants to avoid that.
"You shouldn't be rude to a witch," she says instead of admitting to anything else.
Damon lifts an eyebrow at her as he looks at her there.
It's an amusing statement given how much of an ass he can be to the Bonnie from his own world that he knows. It's a thing. He's an ass to everyone including people who can kill him. It's a wonder he's survived as long a he has.
"And you shouldn't be wandering into unknown territory," he says with ease, folding his arms across a chest. "Or mistaking reality for a dream, but who am I to say anything?"
"You're Damon Salvatore," she mumbles, now mostly just trying to quell the desire to start singing at him. Her palms are tingling with the nervous anticipation of it. "You alway say something."
And she begins pacing, a small path, only three or four steps back and forth. She isn't sure what to think. What is it that you're supposed to do in a dream to find out if it's a dream? Pinch yourself, she knew, but she'd tried that.
Reading. She'd heard that reading was hard in dreams, the words became all distorted because your brain couldn't conjure up the right letters and form them into sentences and words fast enough. "Do you have anything with words on it?" she asks him, looking back up. "A driver's license, a letter, whatever?"
"At least that never changes," Damon comments with a small smirk though apparently a lot of other things do in other universes. He doesn't like the idea of people that didn't even exist (as far as he knows) in his world knowing so much about him.
Even if half the information is faulty. It's dangerous. He can't afford that kind of dangerous right now. There are things that he has to do.
He picks the wallet out of his pocket, pulling the fake driver's license from it and holding it out to her. It was made so he could be official since no wanderer technically exists here. They've all fallen through from somewhere else. "What? Are you going to see if I'm of legal drinking age?"
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Bonnie takes the driver's license and her brown eyes scan it. "Yes, I'm secretly undercover po-po. You caught me." The words come out half-distracted as she looks over the (false) information.
Well.
Shit.
"Shit," she repeated out loud. The words are clear, easy to read. She remembers what it's like to try reading in a dream. Everything gets jumbled up. There's no jumbling here.
"It's not a dream," she informs him. But if it's not a dream, if this impossibly weird situation is actually real, then he already knows that.
But that doesn't explain the differences. The eyes, the Italian accent, the fact that he doesn't seem to recognize her.
"Is there an Elena Gilbert in your life?" she asks by way of exploring that new confusion. It's easier than addressing the fact that she's now in Chicago with nowhere to stay.
"I think I told you that already," Damon says, unimpressed, as he sets the wallet back in his pocket. "But I'm so glad my licences was the convincing factor."
There is sarcasm there. It's impossible to miss out on. He folds his arms across his chest.
"...yes," he responds with a slight protectiveness in his tone. "So that means there is one in yours too. The one in Chicago won't recognize you. Fair warning."
Damon raises an eyebrow at her, shaking his head. "My eyes are fine," he says. "They're perfect. Who the hell wants black eyes?" He makes a face at the thought. Wouldn't it be an immediate giveaway to the whole vampire thing? With the blue eyes, he gets away with plenty. He has no idea why her demeanor has suddenly changed. Nothing else seems to have changed.
He still has no idea who she is.
"...No, born in Mystic Falls. Stefan's my brother. Giesuppe, yes. Vampire, yes. What Fell's Church?" Damon shakes his head in confusion. How does she know so much about him? It's... starting to annoy and frustrate him. Fell's Church was where Katherine was supposed to be hidden, but she wasn't there. "Yes, yes, no, yes. In that order."
Damon folds his arms across his chest as he looks at her with suspicion now. "How do you know so much about me?" And why is some of the information off?
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And it's probably not happening in this weird conversation.
"Well, I should go figure out what's going on so I can wake up." And she gives him a lovely, dimpled smile and begins wandering away.
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He is trying to figure out if it's worth it to follow her, but she knows things about him. Some things.
"You're not asleep. You're in Chicago," he fills in as she starts to wander away.
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"No it's not," she insists. And she is very purposefully not looking at any skyline, because if he's telling the truth about that, he might be telling the truth about being real.
"You're not Damon," Bonnie goes on. "If you were, you'd know me. Not just because you're my sire, either. You'd know me intimately." Because he is not real, and because he seems to be a bit of a butt head, Bonnie sticks out her tongue at him.
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He folds his arms across his chest, not looking impressed at all.
"Sire?" He makes another face before he shakes his head, waving a hand in her direction. But she's a vampire, that's good to know. "No, I don't know you intimately, but I'm sure you want me to. Believe what you want, it doesn't actually matter to me."
She'll figure out the truth sooner rather than later when she takes a look around, when days pass and she doesn't wake up from the 'dream'.
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She wants to avoid that.
"You shouldn't be rude to a witch," she says instead of admitting to anything else.
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It's an amusing statement given how much of an ass he can be to the Bonnie from his own world that he knows. It's a thing. He's an ass to everyone including people who can kill him. It's a wonder he's survived as long a he has.
"And you shouldn't be wandering into unknown territory," he says with ease, folding his arms across a chest. "Or mistaking reality for a dream, but who am I to say anything?"
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And she begins pacing, a small path, only three or four steps back and forth. She isn't sure what to think. What is it that you're supposed to do in a dream to find out if it's a dream? Pinch yourself, she knew, but she'd tried that.
Reading. She'd heard that reading was hard in dreams, the words became all distorted because your brain couldn't conjure up the right letters and form them into sentences and words fast enough. "Do you have anything with words on it?" she asks him, looking back up. "A driver's license, a letter, whatever?"
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Even if half the information is faulty. It's dangerous. He can't afford that kind of dangerous right now. There are things that he has to do.
He picks the wallet out of his pocket, pulling the fake driver's license from it and holding it out to her. It was made so he could be official since no wanderer technically exists here. They've all fallen through from somewhere else. "What? Are you going to see if I'm of legal drinking age?"
Damon, no one would ever question that.
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Well.
Shit.
"Shit," she repeated out loud. The words are clear, easy to read. She remembers what it's like to try reading in a dream. Everything gets jumbled up. There's no jumbling here.
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It's real.
There are really words there.
"Care to enlighten me?" He asks after taking the license back from her and sliding it back into his wallet.
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But that doesn't explain the differences. The eyes, the Italian accent, the fact that he doesn't seem to recognize her.
"Is there an Elena Gilbert in your life?" she asks by way of exploring that new confusion. It's easier than addressing the fact that she's now in Chicago with nowhere to stay.
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There is sarcasm there. It's impossible to miss out on. He folds his arms across his chest.
"...yes," he responds with a slight protectiveness in his tone. "So that means there is one in yours too. The one in Chicago won't recognize you. Fair warning."
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