Silversun (4/?)
Title: Silversun
Author: coquilleon
Summary: Damon is sick and tired of Mystic Falls and all it entails. So he leaves to participate in some... introspection. Damon-centric. Damon/OMC, Damon/Elena
Genre: Romance
Rating: MA
Notes: Oh! I cannot give enough thanks to the wonderful persephone_20 . Really, I can't. She's amazing at piecing together my puzzle. ^_^
Damon has one flaw. Many others will say otherwise -will suggest that he's got dozens of flaws of which include, but are not limited to, recklessness, a bad attitude, stealing the remote control, and his tendency to go on killing sprees, but in all honesty Damon sees these as attributes worthy of praise. Keeps things fresh and exciting.
So, Damon has one flaw that he actually considers a flaw and its the fact that hes a romantic. Not only does he still believe in true love (despite what he tells everyone else) when he falls for a women he falls fast and hard. Ridiculously so. 'Follow you to the ends of the earth (or secret underground hidden tombs)' hard. And he hates it, despises it. When he's in love functioning is just harder - yeah, he can go about daily life with little to no problem, can still pick up girls and have great sex and rip out their veins in an all too delicious blood bath, but his heart just isn't in it.
And the worst part about it all is that he's always falling hard for women who really could care less about him. Katherine was the very definition of a bust, with not only not caring if he died, but more than once trying to aide in his demise, and Elena has this whole being irrevocably in love with Stefan, always was, always will be thing going on. And there was that whole situation with Naomi. Not much different from the other two, now that he thinks about it. Well, except for that blonde hair he ached to run his fingers through all day and viridian eyes that managed to stun him every time. She still kept him hanging and hoping, but that was in the 70's and he rather not think about that fiasco. And not just because it still causes an annoying twinge in his chest.
At any rate, he's proud of himself for pulling himself out of that situation physically before it became too late (and why doesn't he put the numerous attempts on his life in the 'too late' category?) but how the hell does he get out of it mentally? Because if he's being honest with himself (and he is because that is what introspection is for after all) he's never really been out of 'follow you to the ends of the earth' mode for years. All he did was transfer those feelings from one woman to the other, and two of those three are identical.
o o o
Her name tag says that she is Soleil and Damon can't find it more ironic that this is the girl that has caught his attention. She's gorgeous, of course - thick, burgundy hued hair piled up atop her head in a messy bun, light clear eyes the color of seafoam that could give his own a run for their money, olive skin, and full, pink lips that wrap around the edge of her own cup of tea or coffee. He finds the freckles on her nose ridiculously endearing and when she hands him his cup he lets his fingers linger.
But she, Soleil, pays him little mind.
She sets her paper cup down. "Five sixty three." Her voice is lovely. Damon blinks and shakes his head slightly at the sappily worded thought. But its true, she has a lilt to her voice that reminds him of New Orleans, Louisiana. That part of the south where the vowels are soft and consonants caress. So different from the sharp southern twang he's used to hearing lately. She smiles politely while he takes out his wallet to pull out a twenty.
"Keep the change." He gives his best flirty smile, the one that led the blonde from last night to her death, and she grins back.
"Thanks." She puts the cash in the register and pockets the rest and when she looks up at him her smile is a simple one. It doesn't hold any flirtation, or suggestiveness and it throws Damon off a bit. He's not used to being looked at like this - the term "fuck me eyes" was created because he'd grown into his looks and has been generous enough to stay this way.
"Is there anything else I can help you with today sir?"
Damon leans forward, resting his forearms on the counter, and smirks at her. "There is actually. You can go out with me tonight." It's corny, but it will work for a guy who looks the way he does.
The other girl behind the counter that Damon hasn't paid too much attention to gives a giggle. A giggle that he's heard before. He flicks his eyes over to meet hers and she blushes violently when he squints at her for a moment, trying to remember where he's seen her before. She pushes her hair behind her ear and he sees a small scarf tied around her throat and in a rush he remembers that this is the brunette from a few nights ago. To make sure, he waits for her to turn and reads her name tag. Kara. Great. Not that it matters, he Compelled her, but still. This is why he doesn't like leaving them alive. There are awkward moments abound even if they don't know it.
"No, I don't think so. Thanks though." That soft, silky voice that seems to wrap itself around his bones pulls him back to reality.
"Oh, c'mon. It's just one date. What can it hurt." He eyes her slender neck.
Her smile tightens a bit, but her voice stays pleasant. "No thank you. I'm really not interested." She ignores the way Kara brushes past her, nudging her in the back with an elbow in a not so subtle way that hints towards 'what the hell are you doing?'
Damon holds her eyes for a second, barely contemplating what he's about to do, but feeling a little odd about it. He's never had to Compel a woman to go on date with him. To get them to stop screaming, yes, but that first step has always been easiest. "I think you are," he says, Compelling her to agree.
He thinks he sees her eyes, instead of sliding and readjusting, harden a fraction, sharp as ever. But in a second the expression is gone and a flirty smile is sliding in its place. She waits for the other girl to pass by before leaning over and taking Damon's larger hand in her smaller one. She smells like flowers. And soap. Her skin is cool, soft, and dry.
He smirks to himself and lets her turn his hand over so that his palm is facing upwards. She traces the lines with her pointer finger and looks up at him from under her lashes. "You're right. I am interested." She fingers the smooth side of his ring for a moment and raises her face, giving a slow smile.
"Are you?"
"Mhm." She hums and rubs the pad of his hand with her thumb in a way that makes Damon's stomach flip. She leans forward and her sweet smelling breath washes over his lips. Suddenly, Damon feels the smallest sensation of not being totally in control of a situation. He can't remember the last time a girl who wasn't Elena caught his attention so fully (and that was for an entirely different reason). Not even Rose was instantaneous. But this girl already has him drawn in way too much far, far, too soon, already having his stomach flutter and waiting impatiently for her next words. But the sensation passes as she speaks. "Are you used to girls saying yes?" Confusion pricks at his conscious but he can't dwell on it as she speaks again, voice low. "I'm interested in knowing, because it really does seem like you aren't used to hearing 'no.'" Her fingers still play with his hand gently.
"I'm not going to lie; no isn't something I hear very often." He grins cheekily. "But can you blame them?"
She gives him a little smile. "Do you flash your pretty eyes and dimples? Bet it gets them right where you want them." The contradiction of her oh so soft ministrations, and slightly scathing words in that sensual, soft accented, tone of voice has Damon's mind going haywire and he tries to focus, trying to stay on top of the banter.
"Pretty much."
Soleil gives a small laugh and leans in even closer. If Damon leans in now, he'll be kissing her, and he bets her mouth tastes amazing. "In that case," she breathes, "no. No, no, no." She gives another little huff if laughter at his expression, a lingering smirk that morphs into slight confusion, and lets go of his hand.
She's standing up straight now, and her voice is back to normal pitch when she calls out to Kara. "I'm going to do mid-day inventory Kar. Watch the register?" And, without a backwards glance, walks to the back of the store disappearing behind a door.
Damon blinks, once, twice. What just happened? He Compelled her, why didn't it take?
"Would you like anything else sir?" His eyes fly to a still furiously blushing Kara and he glares at her. The Compulsion worked on her, she obviously doesn't remember what she let him do to her a few nights ago. Then what the fuck?
"No... no I'm fine." He says, straightening up. He grabs his coffee, and leaves the cafe, mind whirring.
Chapter Five
Author: coquilleon
Summary: Damon is sick and tired of Mystic Falls and all it entails. So he leaves to participate in some... introspection. Damon-centric. Damon/OMC, Damon/Elena
Genre: Romance
Rating: MA
Notes: Oh! I cannot give enough thanks to the wonderful persephone_20 . Really, I can't. She's amazing at piecing together my puzzle. ^_^
Damon has one flaw. Many others will say otherwise -will suggest that he's got dozens of flaws of which include, but are not limited to, recklessness, a bad attitude, stealing the remote control, and his tendency to go on killing sprees, but in all honesty Damon sees these as attributes worthy of praise. Keeps things fresh and exciting.
So, Damon has one flaw that he actually considers a flaw and its the fact that hes a romantic. Not only does he still believe in true love (despite what he tells everyone else) when he falls for a women he falls fast and hard. Ridiculously so. 'Follow you to the ends of the earth (or secret underground hidden tombs)' hard. And he hates it, despises it. When he's in love functioning is just harder - yeah, he can go about daily life with little to no problem, can still pick up girls and have great sex and rip out their veins in an all too delicious blood bath, but his heart just isn't in it.
And the worst part about it all is that he's always falling hard for women who really could care less about him. Katherine was the very definition of a bust, with not only not caring if he died, but more than once trying to aide in his demise, and Elena has this whole being irrevocably in love with Stefan, always was, always will be thing going on. And there was that whole situation with Naomi. Not much different from the other two, now that he thinks about it. Well, except for that blonde hair he ached to run his fingers through all day and viridian eyes that managed to stun him every time. She still kept him hanging and hoping, but that was in the 70's and he rather not think about that fiasco. And not just because it still causes an annoying twinge in his chest.
At any rate, he's proud of himself for pulling himself out of that situation physically before it became too late (and why doesn't he put the numerous attempts on his life in the 'too late' category?) but how the hell does he get out of it mentally? Because if he's being honest with himself (and he is because that is what introspection is for after all) he's never really been out of 'follow you to the ends of the earth' mode for years. All he did was transfer those feelings from one woman to the other, and two of those three are identical.
o o o
Her name tag says that she is Soleil and Damon can't find it more ironic that this is the girl that has caught his attention. She's gorgeous, of course - thick, burgundy hued hair piled up atop her head in a messy bun, light clear eyes the color of seafoam that could give his own a run for their money, olive skin, and full, pink lips that wrap around the edge of her own cup of tea or coffee. He finds the freckles on her nose ridiculously endearing and when she hands him his cup he lets his fingers linger.
But she, Soleil, pays him little mind.
She sets her paper cup down. "Five sixty three." Her voice is lovely. Damon blinks and shakes his head slightly at the sappily worded thought. But its true, she has a lilt to her voice that reminds him of New Orleans, Louisiana. That part of the south where the vowels are soft and consonants caress. So different from the sharp southern twang he's used to hearing lately. She smiles politely while he takes out his wallet to pull out a twenty.
"Keep the change." He gives his best flirty smile, the one that led the blonde from last night to her death, and she grins back.
"Thanks." She puts the cash in the register and pockets the rest and when she looks up at him her smile is a simple one. It doesn't hold any flirtation, or suggestiveness and it throws Damon off a bit. He's not used to being looked at like this - the term "fuck me eyes" was created because he'd grown into his looks and has been generous enough to stay this way.
"Is there anything else I can help you with today sir?"
Damon leans forward, resting his forearms on the counter, and smirks at her. "There is actually. You can go out with me tonight." It's corny, but it will work for a guy who looks the way he does.
The other girl behind the counter that Damon hasn't paid too much attention to gives a giggle. A giggle that he's heard before. He flicks his eyes over to meet hers and she blushes violently when he squints at her for a moment, trying to remember where he's seen her before. She pushes her hair behind her ear and he sees a small scarf tied around her throat and in a rush he remembers that this is the brunette from a few nights ago. To make sure, he waits for her to turn and reads her name tag. Kara. Great. Not that it matters, he Compelled her, but still. This is why he doesn't like leaving them alive. There are awkward moments abound even if they don't know it.
"No, I don't think so. Thanks though." That soft, silky voice that seems to wrap itself around his bones pulls him back to reality.
"Oh, c'mon. It's just one date. What can it hurt." He eyes her slender neck.
Her smile tightens a bit, but her voice stays pleasant. "No thank you. I'm really not interested." She ignores the way Kara brushes past her, nudging her in the back with an elbow in a not so subtle way that hints towards 'what the hell are you doing?'
Damon holds her eyes for a second, barely contemplating what he's about to do, but feeling a little odd about it. He's never had to Compel a woman to go on date with him. To get them to stop screaming, yes, but that first step has always been easiest. "I think you are," he says, Compelling her to agree.
He thinks he sees her eyes, instead of sliding and readjusting, harden a fraction, sharp as ever. But in a second the expression is gone and a flirty smile is sliding in its place. She waits for the other girl to pass by before leaning over and taking Damon's larger hand in her smaller one. She smells like flowers. And soap. Her skin is cool, soft, and dry.
He smirks to himself and lets her turn his hand over so that his palm is facing upwards. She traces the lines with her pointer finger and looks up at him from under her lashes. "You're right. I am interested." She fingers the smooth side of his ring for a moment and raises her face, giving a slow smile.
"Are you?"
"Mhm." She hums and rubs the pad of his hand with her thumb in a way that makes Damon's stomach flip. She leans forward and her sweet smelling breath washes over his lips. Suddenly, Damon feels the smallest sensation of not being totally in control of a situation. He can't remember the last time a girl who wasn't Elena caught his attention so fully (and that was for an entirely different reason). Not even Rose was instantaneous. But this girl already has him drawn in way too much far, far, too soon, already having his stomach flutter and waiting impatiently for her next words. But the sensation passes as she speaks. "Are you used to girls saying yes?" Confusion pricks at his conscious but he can't dwell on it as she speaks again, voice low. "I'm interested in knowing, because it really does seem like you aren't used to hearing 'no.'" Her fingers still play with his hand gently.
"I'm not going to lie; no isn't something I hear very often." He grins cheekily. "But can you blame them?"
She gives him a little smile. "Do you flash your pretty eyes and dimples? Bet it gets them right where you want them." The contradiction of her oh so soft ministrations, and slightly scathing words in that sensual, soft accented, tone of voice has Damon's mind going haywire and he tries to focus, trying to stay on top of the banter.
"Pretty much."
Soleil gives a small laugh and leans in even closer. If Damon leans in now, he'll be kissing her, and he bets her mouth tastes amazing. "In that case," she breathes, "no. No, no, no." She gives another little huff if laughter at his expression, a lingering smirk that morphs into slight confusion, and lets go of his hand.
She's standing up straight now, and her voice is back to normal pitch when she calls out to Kara. "I'm going to do mid-day inventory Kar. Watch the register?" And, without a backwards glance, walks to the back of the store disappearing behind a door.
Damon blinks, once, twice. What just happened? He Compelled her, why didn't it take?
"Would you like anything else sir?" His eyes fly to a still furiously blushing Kara and he glares at her. The Compulsion worked on her, she obviously doesn't remember what she let him do to her a few nights ago. Then what the fuck?
"No... no I'm fine." He says, straightening up. He grabs his coffee, and leaves the cafe, mind whirring.
Chapter Five