Promise (Damon, Aislinn)
The Littletons were mourning and though Damon was a part of them, he didn't feel he should take part in their grief. He didn't want to distract Julian from his own pain, because his boyfriend was concentrating on Damon's. And Damon knew the boy he loved well enough to know it would happen if Damon was with him. Damon had loved Jordan like a mother, and he had come to love the little brown-haired Jaida like a sister. There was pain enough for him too, and he was not immune.
Instead of gathering with them, he took care of Aislinn. There was something so calming and peaceful about the little girl. She was far too young to understand what had happened to her grandmother and aunt. She was happy and she smiled at Damon and he found it in himself to smile back because it was for her.
When Aislinn Renee had first time into their lives, a tiny, red-haired, pale thing who had to live the first month of her life inside a plastic incubator because she was too small to survive outside it, Damon had seen her as a competitor for Julian's affection. Even though Aislinn had been a consequence of a drug-fuelled night, Julian had embraced his surprise daughter with all the affection he was capable of, even in that tiny body of his. Damon had not been keen on sharing. It hadn't helped that she had felt strange to him and he hadn't been attuned in his senses enough to understand she was an angel. Her presence has disturbed him and upset him, though it had slowly turned to tolerance.
With time, and his Julian proving that he had enough time and love for both of them, Damon's affection for Aislinn had grown into more than that. He had come to love her, confirmed by their vacation in Wales when he had missed her terribly because she had stayed in Bristol. And now as he looked at smiling face, he found solace there.
There was more. Jordan and Jaida dying made Damon realise that even if Aislinn couldn't understand now, she had still lost family. She was going to lose more. She was an angel and she couldn't die. The rest of the Littletons could. Every single one of them except Damon. And he would make sure she was never alone.
Damon leaned over her as she lay on her baby blanket in the middle of the room he shared with Julian. He kissed her tiny, round stomach which made her coo softly at him in her peaceful little way. "I promise you," Damon whispered, because his words were for no one else. "I promise no matter what, you'll always have me, Aislinn. Forever." When everyone else was gone, he would be there for her.
Nothing would make him break his promise.
Instead of gathering with them, he took care of Aislinn. There was something so calming and peaceful about the little girl. She was far too young to understand what had happened to her grandmother and aunt. She was happy and she smiled at Damon and he found it in himself to smile back because it was for her.
When Aislinn Renee had first time into their lives, a tiny, red-haired, pale thing who had to live the first month of her life inside a plastic incubator because she was too small to survive outside it, Damon had seen her as a competitor for Julian's affection. Even though Aislinn had been a consequence of a drug-fuelled night, Julian had embraced his surprise daughter with all the affection he was capable of, even in that tiny body of his. Damon had not been keen on sharing. It hadn't helped that she had felt strange to him and he hadn't been attuned in his senses enough to understand she was an angel. Her presence has disturbed him and upset him, though it had slowly turned to tolerance.
With time, and his Julian proving that he had enough time and love for both of them, Damon's affection for Aislinn had grown into more than that. He had come to love her, confirmed by their vacation in Wales when he had missed her terribly because she had stayed in Bristol. And now as he looked at smiling face, he found solace there.
There was more. Jordan and Jaida dying made Damon realise that even if Aislinn couldn't understand now, she had still lost family. She was going to lose more. She was an angel and she couldn't die. The rest of the Littletons could. Every single one of them except Damon. And he would make sure she was never alone.
Damon leaned over her as she lay on her baby blanket in the middle of the room he shared with Julian. He kissed her tiny, round stomach which made her coo softly at him in her peaceful little way. "I promise you," Damon whispered, because his words were for no one else. "I promise no matter what, you'll always have me, Aislinn. Forever." When everyone else was gone, he would be there for her.
Nothing would make him break his promise.