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[greatlightother]

Who: Sveta and Damon
Where: Common room
When: Evening after sorting
Warnings: Sveta's slightly racist side showing up?

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[talldarksaviour]

Damon paused outside the common room, wishing for the hundredth time inmates were given warden files as well. He rolled his shoulders. There was something about the message she'd left him, something... the tone was very different to their short conversation when she'd been a man. Maybe it was just the difference between being in her own body again.

Maybe he was projecting. Maybe. But now she knows everything. Everything. He turned away from the door, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes.

Fuck.How could he have forgotten about the file? Thinking he was doing so well hiding his vampiric nature, all for nothing. He hit the wall hard, plaster cracking under his fist. It's not the vampire thing he's angry about, deep down he knows it, it's the violation of privacy. The fact that a stranger has his life; gutted, splayed and open in her hands

[greatlightother]

"Svetlana, yes. And you are Damon." There was no question to it. She flashed him a smile, her usual charming, cheerful, happy sort of grin. She was able to hide most of her feelings behind that smile. For the first time in a long time, she was using some of the principles that O'Brien taught her. She had to hide her thoughts, facecrime...as she had at one point in time.

"Come, sit with me," she offered happily, setting the file to the side and leaning on the arm of the chair. She had to rid herself of this nervousness or it would never go away. She would have to deal with it constantly.

She tried to think that maybe, just maybe, he could be like Anton's neighbors. She could ignore what was in his file for a while, pretend that he was different. But no, she made that mistake already and it had landed her at the hands of a torturer.

[talldarksaviour]

He nodded, then settled on the seat next to her, his eyes dragging on the file, then deliberately looking away.

He pulled his smile wider and leaned forwards, noting the flicker of nerves behind her smile. Scenting the air, picking up on the thread of tension in her scent. There was something, he was right.

Question is, what was it? Something she read in his file? Or was it something completely different? He should have asked Ruby about her but he hadn't had the chance.

He made a mental note to do it at his earliest convenience, then let his smile leak into his eyes, a neat trick that had taken months to perfect. "You know I'm actually glad to finally have a warden." He laughed invitingly. "I suppose you've heard that before."

[greatlightother]

She could only laugh at that before waving a hand in dismissal of the subject. "I have not. I have had only one inmate before you. And, I do not make a habit out of playing a warden to those who do not need it." She threaded her fingers through her hair and then, after a moment's thought, pulled it back loosely at the nape of her neck.

"Why are you glad, though? Certainly this is something that is to be hated." She held up his file. "As I know everything about you and you know nothing but a name."

There was a small pause.

"What is it that you hope to accomplish? Not simply graduation but...what do you want me to help you do?"