Silversun (9/?)
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. ^_^
The clock shaped like a cartoon owl ticks loudly in the silent kitchen, but it doesn't quite manage to drown out the sound of Loki lapping at the spilled tea on the floor. Coffee percolates and fills the space with it's familiar scent.
Damon sits on the stool and watches Soleil. She's staring somewhere in the proximity of his shoulder and is biting at the inside of her lip. They haven't spoken for six minutes, but at least her eyes aren't round in shock anymore. He's glad that he didn't end up pinning her to the wall by her throat, demanding she tell him who she worked for, accusing her of knowing Elijah, or Jules, or anyone else who is trying to end his life. If her expression immediately afterwards and right now indicates anything, she had no idea what he is. And now, all he can really think, at this moment in time, is that he really didn't want her to find out this way, if at all. But he has to admit that she has surprised him. Despite her obvious shock she didn't run, or scream in terror, or start begging for her life. She'd just stared and gestured vaguely towards his vacated stool.
"A vampire." She repeats for the third time. The first time came out flat, the second a question ending on a high note, and this third with a nod. "Like... Dracula and Edward Cullen?"
He can't help but roll his eyes. "Like Dracula"
She blinks. "Right. So. You... actually bite people and drink their blood. Because you need to." Damon nods and a spasm of some kind of emotion runs across her face accompanied by a huff of disbelieving laughter. Another stretch of silence. Then- "Wait. Arent'- I thought vampires couldn't walk in the sun. Is that a myth? Could I be walking next to a vampire at any given moment?" Her voice doesn't sound hysterical, but a faint note of wariness is creeping into her voice. Before it can grow into irrational panic Damon answers.
"I doubt it." He holds up the hand that houses his ring. "This helps me."
She blinks. "That. Really? How-"
"Very long story."
Soleil shakes her head. "I can't believe..." she whispers, almost to herself. "What?" The clock ticks and Loki bats at Damon's boots. "And it was the vervain? Nothing else that made you..." she trails off. He nods again and suddenly she's launching into a ramble. "I didn't know. Really, I mean, my momma and grandmama are really into the homemade remedies. And my momma, she has the same thing I do, the ear pain, and she's been drinking the tea for as long as I can remember... She doesn't like taking medication." She sounds nervous and her accent becomes thicker because of it. He likes it, enjoys how smooth it is when it hits his ears. Damon wonders if she thinks that he's angry with her. He isn't, which comes as a shock to him. But he believes her-he actually believes that she didn't mean for this to happen. Which in and of itself is very stupid because, and not to sound like a misunderstood teenager, but everyone, everywhere is always trying to kill him. It's a fact. But he believes her earnest eyes and contrite voice.
Or you want to believe her, the small voice in his head intones. And he'll admit it that he does - sue him if he wants to believe this increasingly impressive, beautiful, funny, girl doesn't want to murder him.
You said falling in love wasn't for you, his brain chides.
This isn't falling in love, he snaps back, annoyed. It's... I just like her.
Since when do you like people?
Shut up, he grumbles, and it occurs to him that maybe he should stop talking to himself and pay attention to Soleil's explanation. Because she is still speaking. "- that vervain grows everywhere around here. I mean, I'm sure you know that seeing as how you're..." she flounders, "allergic to it." Damon snorts. Allergic is putting it mildly and Soleil seems to realize because she gives a rueful smile. That's why my Compeling her didn't work, he mulls. If she drinks that tea everyday than she always has vervain in her system. Leave it to him to find the one girl...
"You sprinkled garlic on your pizza the other day," she says, bringing him back, fully, from his thoughts. "I'm guessing that's a myth too?"
Damon smirks. "And crosses, and holy water."
"What about stakes through the heart?"
The grin slips off of his face and he takes a deep breath through his nose. Should he tell her the truth? He searches her face - he's sure she won't kill him. She'll reach up and punch him in the face before she kills him, he's sure of it. "That's, unfortunately, true." He doesn't mention that wood entering anywhere on his body is ridiculously painful. Knowing her, she'd jam a toothpick into his palm if he made her upset enough.
"Is that what that door thing was about?" she asks.
"What?"
"You were acting funny at the door. You really need a clear invitation inside?"
"If a human calls a place home, then yes."
She hums. "So, technically, you can't be uninvited? I mean, you can come in whenever you like? Even if I say no."
Damon shifts in his seat. "Pretty much."
Her eyes search his face, and Damon feels his jaw clench slightly. Here comes the part where she tells him to stay away from her and her house.
That's what you get for liking people.
I'm sure I told you to shut-
But it looks like she isn't going to banish him, because she's tilted her head to the side in a way that reminds Damon of a puppy and is getting up. She hops off of her stool, careful to walk around Loki who is now laying on his tummy, and to Damon's surprise stands between his knees. He stares down at her, keeping his expression neutral, and keeps his hands on his thighs despite the urge to hold on to her hips. "Do it again." she says softly and Damon feels his brow furrow.
"Do what?"
"Change. I want to see- I only got a glimpse..." she trails off as if wondering if she's overstepped her boundaries. Damon's mind is utterly blank before a torrent of thought burst through. What? Why? Why does she want to see? It's not pretty - it's fucking terrifying. He scared himself the first time he saw himself change. Besides that, a woman has never asked to see him like that. And why would they - it usually means a bad ending for them. But Soleil's eyes are soft, and inquisitive, and hesitant, and he only contemplates it for a moment more.
He lets the change come upon his gradually. Feels his fangs slide out slowly and the veins creep up around his eyes. Her slightly widened eyes and the flicker of fear make him want to change back, but he doesn't and she steps a little closer with an expression of fierce concentration.
He doesn't start when her smooth hands touch his skin. Tips of fingers touch carefully under his eyes and over his cheeks. A thumb rubs across his bottom lip."Edward Cullen never changed like this," she murmurs, almost absentmindedly.
"Edward Cullen isn't real." he gripes. He remembers their conversation at the club a few weeks ago and adds, "Team Jacob, by the way," although it comes out slightly muffled due to his fangs being out, and she gives a little distracted hum, fingers still exploring.
After a few long minutes her curiosity seems to plateau and she takes a deep breath before making eye contact. "Will you...I mean-" She falters, but takes another breath before continuing on. "This, you and me it wasn't - isn't - a... Have you been planning to..." Damon wants to jump in and protest, of course not. That he hasn't been planning to do anything to her, and that this hasn't been an elaborate ruse, but he bites his tongue and allows her to finish. She finally decides on the question she wants answered the most. "Will you ever try to hurt me?" Her voice is soft along with her touch and Damon allows his face shift back to normal before answering.
He could say that "he'll try" because he's not used to making promises. He could make a joke to lighten the mood - serious moments aren't his favorite. But he can tell that now is a time to push his hang ups to the side.
"No," he says simply.
Her thumb stokes the side of his face as she contemplates him. It feels like forever until she speaks again. "I'm sorry about the tea," she says again. "I didn't know."
And once again she's said something that makes something flare up in his chest in the most satisfying way. He doesn't let it show though as he smirks and dares to place his hands on her hips. "Ah, it was nothing. I've had a lot worse done to me. Believe me."
She bites the inside of her lip again and he can tell that she wants to ask him what kind of things, but she holds her tongue and gives a little smile instead. "I can believe it," she teases, before moving her hand towards the back of his head to scratch casually at the nape of his neck. The resulting shiver runs down his spine even as she slips away to pour another cup of tea and fix his cup of coffee. "You're cleaning up this mess, by the way," she says over her shoulder. "The mop is in the closet next to the front door."
Chapter Ten
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. ^_^
The clock shaped like a cartoon owl ticks loudly in the silent kitchen, but it doesn't quite manage to drown out the sound of Loki lapping at the spilled tea on the floor. Coffee percolates and fills the space with it's familiar scent.
Damon sits on the stool and watches Soleil. She's staring somewhere in the proximity of his shoulder and is biting at the inside of her lip. They haven't spoken for six minutes, but at least her eyes aren't round in shock anymore. He's glad that he didn't end up pinning her to the wall by her throat, demanding she tell him who she worked for, accusing her of knowing Elijah, or Jules, or anyone else who is trying to end his life. If her expression immediately afterwards and right now indicates anything, she had no idea what he is. And now, all he can really think, at this moment in time, is that he really didn't want her to find out this way, if at all. But he has to admit that she has surprised him. Despite her obvious shock she didn't run, or scream in terror, or start begging for her life. She'd just stared and gestured vaguely towards his vacated stool.
"A vampire." She repeats for the third time. The first time came out flat, the second a question ending on a high note, and this third with a nod. "Like... Dracula and Edward Cullen?"
He can't help but roll his eyes. "Like Dracula"
She blinks. "Right. So. You... actually bite people and drink their blood. Because you need to." Damon nods and a spasm of some kind of emotion runs across her face accompanied by a huff of disbelieving laughter. Another stretch of silence. Then- "Wait. Arent'- I thought vampires couldn't walk in the sun. Is that a myth? Could I be walking next to a vampire at any given moment?" Her voice doesn't sound hysterical, but a faint note of wariness is creeping into her voice. Before it can grow into irrational panic Damon answers.
"I doubt it." He holds up the hand that houses his ring. "This helps me."
She blinks. "That. Really? How-"
"Very long story."
Soleil shakes her head. "I can't believe..." she whispers, almost to herself. "What?" The clock ticks and Loki bats at Damon's boots. "And it was the vervain? Nothing else that made you..." she trails off. He nods again and suddenly she's launching into a ramble. "I didn't know. Really, I mean, my momma and grandmama are really into the homemade remedies. And my momma, she has the same thing I do, the ear pain, and she's been drinking the tea for as long as I can remember... She doesn't like taking medication." She sounds nervous and her accent becomes thicker because of it. He likes it, enjoys how smooth it is when it hits his ears. Damon wonders if she thinks that he's angry with her. He isn't, which comes as a shock to him. But he believes her-he actually believes that she didn't mean for this to happen. Which in and of itself is very stupid because, and not to sound like a misunderstood teenager, but everyone, everywhere is always trying to kill him. It's a fact. But he believes her earnest eyes and contrite voice.
Or you want to believe her, the small voice in his head intones. And he'll admit it that he does - sue him if he wants to believe this increasingly impressive, beautiful, funny, girl doesn't want to murder him.
You said falling in love wasn't for you, his brain chides.
This isn't falling in love, he snaps back, annoyed. It's... I just like her.
Since when do you like people?
Shut up, he grumbles, and it occurs to him that maybe he should stop talking to himself and pay attention to Soleil's explanation. Because she is still speaking. "- that vervain grows everywhere around here. I mean, I'm sure you know that seeing as how you're..." she flounders, "allergic to it." Damon snorts. Allergic is putting it mildly and Soleil seems to realize because she gives a rueful smile. That's why my Compeling her didn't work, he mulls. If she drinks that tea everyday than she always has vervain in her system. Leave it to him to find the one girl...
"You sprinkled garlic on your pizza the other day," she says, bringing him back, fully, from his thoughts. "I'm guessing that's a myth too?"
Damon smirks. "And crosses, and holy water."
"What about stakes through the heart?"
The grin slips off of his face and he takes a deep breath through his nose. Should he tell her the truth? He searches her face - he's sure she won't kill him. She'll reach up and punch him in the face before she kills him, he's sure of it. "That's, unfortunately, true." He doesn't mention that wood entering anywhere on his body is ridiculously painful. Knowing her, she'd jam a toothpick into his palm if he made her upset enough.
"Is that what that door thing was about?" she asks.
"What?"
"You were acting funny at the door. You really need a clear invitation inside?"
"If a human calls a place home, then yes."
She hums. "So, technically, you can't be uninvited? I mean, you can come in whenever you like? Even if I say no."
Damon shifts in his seat. "Pretty much."
Her eyes search his face, and Damon feels his jaw clench slightly. Here comes the part where she tells him to stay away from her and her house.
That's what you get for liking people.
I'm sure I told you to shut-
But it looks like she isn't going to banish him, because she's tilted her head to the side in a way that reminds Damon of a puppy and is getting up. She hops off of her stool, careful to walk around Loki who is now laying on his tummy, and to Damon's surprise stands between his knees. He stares down at her, keeping his expression neutral, and keeps his hands on his thighs despite the urge to hold on to her hips. "Do it again." she says softly and Damon feels his brow furrow.
"Do what?"
"Change. I want to see- I only got a glimpse..." she trails off as if wondering if she's overstepped her boundaries. Damon's mind is utterly blank before a torrent of thought burst through. What? Why? Why does she want to see? It's not pretty - it's fucking terrifying. He scared himself the first time he saw himself change. Besides that, a woman has never asked to see him like that. And why would they - it usually means a bad ending for them. But Soleil's eyes are soft, and inquisitive, and hesitant, and he only contemplates it for a moment more.
He lets the change come upon his gradually. Feels his fangs slide out slowly and the veins creep up around his eyes. Her slightly widened eyes and the flicker of fear make him want to change back, but he doesn't and she steps a little closer with an expression of fierce concentration.
He doesn't start when her smooth hands touch his skin. Tips of fingers touch carefully under his eyes and over his cheeks. A thumb rubs across his bottom lip."Edward Cullen never changed like this," she murmurs, almost absentmindedly.
"Edward Cullen isn't real." he gripes. He remembers their conversation at the club a few weeks ago and adds, "Team Jacob, by the way," although it comes out slightly muffled due to his fangs being out, and she gives a little distracted hum, fingers still exploring.
After a few long minutes her curiosity seems to plateau and she takes a deep breath before making eye contact. "Will you...I mean-" She falters, but takes another breath before continuing on. "This, you and me it wasn't - isn't - a... Have you been planning to..." Damon wants to jump in and protest, of course not. That he hasn't been planning to do anything to her, and that this hasn't been an elaborate ruse, but he bites his tongue and allows her to finish. She finally decides on the question she wants answered the most. "Will you ever try to hurt me?" Her voice is soft along with her touch and Damon allows his face shift back to normal before answering.
He could say that "he'll try" because he's not used to making promises. He could make a joke to lighten the mood - serious moments aren't his favorite. But he can tell that now is a time to push his hang ups to the side.
"No," he says simply.
Her thumb stokes the side of his face as she contemplates him. It feels like forever until she speaks again. "I'm sorry about the tea," she says again. "I didn't know."
And once again she's said something that makes something flare up in his chest in the most satisfying way. He doesn't let it show though as he smirks and dares to place his hands on her hips. "Ah, it was nothing. I've had a lot worse done to me. Believe me."
She bites the inside of her lip again and he can tell that she wants to ask him what kind of things, but she holds her tongue and gives a little smile instead. "I can believe it," she teases, before moving her hand towards the back of his head to scratch casually at the nape of his neck. The resulting shiver runs down his spine even as she slips away to pour another cup of tea and fix his cup of coffee. "You're cleaning up this mess, by the way," she says over her shoulder. "The mop is in the closet next to the front door."
Chapter Ten