unravel - 2/2cassiehayesMarch 24 2011, 05:19:54 UTC
Of course he’s only there to talk about Tyler. The Werewolf Problem. He’s still very much aware that he’s in her bedroom once more, and he quite remembers the other times that were spent in this very room. Or rather, mostly, the other sort of things that were done in this room, between them, besides this talking they’re doing.
He certainly wouldn’t mind an encore, but-
Amber eyes with golden highlights? Really? She makes it sound like something out of a romance novel and maybe it’s that thought that makes him really emphasize that she should stay away from Tyler.
Freakin’ Lockwood, who would have thought.
Tug.
She stays with him - stays with freakin’ Lockwood - through the entire full moon, and he doesn’t know what makes him angrier, the idea that she was in so much danger or the idea that she cares so goddamn much about this guy, but either way, he’s ready to rip some heads off.
Figuratively, you know. He doesn’t do that anymore. But he remembers when he used to. He remembers when he used to feed without care on helpless humans, compel away their memories of the scary things that go bump in the night. He remembers how Caroline had looked at him with those dull, entranced blue eyes, and he watches how those same eyes light up so often around everyone else now, and he becomes more and more familiar with his good friends guilt and regret.
Tug.
It’s his blood that made her a vampire, he reminds himself. His blood that’s running somewhere through her veins, and isn’t that a tie that binds? Perhaps, but not tightly enough. Not tightly enough to erase everything that he did to her before, not tightly enough to keep him together now.
He’s a puppet, tugged this way and that way by his strings with no control after the blonde with the infectious laugh and the heart that’s a million times larger than his own. Once upon a time, though, he was the puppet-master, and she the puppet. He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand how things can change so completely.
Sometimes he lets himself imagine if he’d felt the way he does now, not that he puts a name on it, back then, when he’d first met her. If he’d known then that she would turn out to be the perfect vampire against all odds. He imagines feeding her his blood carefully, snapping her pretty little neck and watching her eyes flutter open, disoriented, a few minutes later.
The beauty of it is that she would have been perfect, and they would have had forever.
Re: unravel - 2/2simply_alyMarch 24 2011, 06:42:44 UTC
Wow. So, so, so, so perfect.
I love Damon's reflective thoughts in this, how he is able to rationalize right up until the end. And I adore the talk of puppets and puppet masters. That always has been a favorite analogy of mine. And the 'tug's.
Re: unravel - 2/2cassiehayesMarch 24 2011, 21:22:22 UTC
Okay, so you've officially put the biggest smile on my face, you're amazing, asksdlksd, seriously, thank you, that all means so so much to me. And thank youu for such a wonderful prompt and such a sweet comment, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
Re: unravel - 2/2wr1t3rbl0ck3dMarch 29 2011, 23:17:44 UTC
Wow. I just... wow. With every little "tug" on Damon, I felt a tug on my own heartstrings. The brilliance of this really astounds me. It's very deep and very introspective, but it doesn't feel like that at all. Everything is just so... and I'm just so... The "tugs" at the end really got me. I had creys.
Re: unravel - 2/2cassiehayesMarch 29 2011, 23:31:13 UTC
Oh gosh, thank you so much, I'm a mess of blushing and smiling right now, just, thank you, that all means so much to me and I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Love and hugs, yes! :)
He certainly wouldn’t mind an encore, but-
Amber eyes with golden highlights? Really? She makes it sound like something out of a romance novel and maybe it’s that thought that makes him really emphasize that she should stay away from Tyler.
Freakin’ Lockwood, who would have thought.
Tug.
She stays with him - stays with freakin’ Lockwood - through the entire full moon, and he doesn’t know what makes him angrier, the idea that she was in so much danger or the idea that she cares so goddamn much about this guy, but either way, he’s ready to rip some heads off.
Figuratively, you know. He doesn’t do that anymore. But he remembers when he used to. He remembers when he used to feed without care on helpless humans, compel away their memories of the scary things that go bump in the night. He remembers how Caroline had looked at him with those dull, entranced blue eyes, and he watches how those same eyes light up so often around everyone else now, and he becomes more and more familiar with his good friends guilt and regret.
Tug.
It’s his blood that made her a vampire, he reminds himself. His blood that’s running somewhere through her veins, and isn’t that a tie that binds? Perhaps, but not tightly enough. Not tightly enough to erase everything that he did to her before, not tightly enough to keep him together now.
He’s a puppet, tugged this way and that way by his strings with no control after the blonde with the infectious laugh and the heart that’s a million times larger than his own. Once upon a time, though, he was the puppet-master, and she the puppet. He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand how things can change so completely.
Sometimes he lets himself imagine if he’d felt the way he does now, not that he puts a name on it, back then, when he’d first met her. If he’d known then that she would turn out to be the perfect vampire against all odds. He imagines feeding her his blood carefully, snapping her pretty little neck and watching her eyes flutter open, disoriented, a few minutes later.
The beauty of it is that she would have been perfect, and they would have had forever.
They could have even had a “happily ever after”.
Tug,
Tug,
Tug.
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I love Damon's reflective thoughts in this, how he is able to rationalize right up until the end. And I adore the talk of puppets and puppet masters. That always has been a favorite analogy of mine. And the 'tug's.
I just....
I love you so much right now. Thank you!
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Pure, sheer brilliance, my friend. Love and hugs!
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Well done!
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