Fic: In front of the fire, T
Tite: In front of the fire
Author : simply_kalii
Rating: T
Category: Drama, Angst, Comfort
Summary: Takes place right after 1x15, A Few Good Men. A small encounter between Damon/Elena. Elena needs help finding more information about Isobell, and she thinks Damon's the one that can help her.
Spoilers: None.
Show/Bookverse: Show.
Comments are love. I hope you like it.
Loud footsteps pounded across the room, sending vibrations throughout the otherwise silent room. The footsteps came to a stop in front a fire place, where a man sat on the couch in silence. The figure quietly stood there.
"Do you need something?" Damon's voice was cold, sending chills up Elena's spine.
She said nothing.
"He's not here. So you can leave." Damon didn't even bother being nice and sat up, walking over to the bar to get a refill.
"I don't need to talk to Stefan." She tried her hardest to hold back the anger in her voice.
"That's a first..." Damon exclaimed, tilting his glass to Elena as if finishing a toast. "By all means then, sit down. "
She didn't move, and Damon let out a big sigh.
"If this is about Isobell...well," He shrugged and took a sip.
"Stefan told me she came to you. Why would - "
"How the hell would I know? I'm trying to figure that one out, too. Especially since," Damon looked at Elena, his blue eyes making her feel a little bit uncomfortable. He didn't need to finish, because she knew exactly what he meant - they all needed to find out more about Isobell. She looked away for a second, knowing for a fact that Damon was smiling that devilish smile of his. He stared back towards the fire, waiting for her to speak up again. But she didn't. Instead, she stormed over to Damon's side and in a second his glass was out of his hands and on the floor.
"What the hell?"
"Drinking won't help, Damon. If you want to rot away, then that's fine by me, but right now I need your help. Please!"
Hot tears began to swell up in Elena's eyes before she could stop them. She held her face in her hands and sat down of on the couch, hard. Damon blinked in shocked, his expression slowly beginning to soften. It was silent until Damon sighed again and sat down next to Elena. "You're no fun when you're upset. " Elena looked up at him, eyes red with tears.
"Since we are looking for the same person and we both need answers. "
Damon leaned back onto the couch, taking a quick sip before beginning again. "I'll help." He wiped a tear that was running down her cheek with his finger.
"Just no more crying. Your hits are easier to handle."
Author : simply_kalii
Rating: T
Category: Drama, Angst, Comfort
Summary: Takes place right after 1x15, A Few Good Men. A small encounter between Damon/Elena. Elena needs help finding more information about Isobell, and she thinks Damon's the one that can help her.
Spoilers: None.
Show/Bookverse: Show.
Comments are love. I hope you like it.
Loud footsteps pounded across the room, sending vibrations throughout the otherwise silent room. The footsteps came to a stop in front a fire place, where a man sat on the couch in silence. The figure quietly stood there.
"Do you need something?" Damon's voice was cold, sending chills up Elena's spine.
She said nothing.
"He's not here. So you can leave." Damon didn't even bother being nice and sat up, walking over to the bar to get a refill.
"I don't need to talk to Stefan." She tried her hardest to hold back the anger in her voice.
"That's a first..." Damon exclaimed, tilting his glass to Elena as if finishing a toast. "By all means then, sit down. "
She didn't move, and Damon let out a big sigh.
"If this is about Isobell...well," He shrugged and took a sip.
"Stefan told me she came to you. Why would - "
"How the hell would I know? I'm trying to figure that one out, too. Especially since," Damon looked at Elena, his blue eyes making her feel a little bit uncomfortable. He didn't need to finish, because she knew exactly what he meant - they all needed to find out more about Isobell. She looked away for a second, knowing for a fact that Damon was smiling that devilish smile of his. He stared back towards the fire, waiting for her to speak up again. But she didn't. Instead, she stormed over to Damon's side and in a second his glass was out of his hands and on the floor.
"What the hell?"
"Drinking won't help, Damon. If you want to rot away, then that's fine by me, but right now I need your help. Please!"
Hot tears began to swell up in Elena's eyes before she could stop them. She held her face in her hands and sat down of on the couch, hard. Damon blinked in shocked, his expression slowly beginning to soften. It was silent until Damon sighed again and sat down next to Elena. "You're no fun when you're upset. " Elena looked up at him, eyes red with tears.
"Since we are looking for the same person and we both need answers. "
Damon leaned back onto the couch, taking a quick sip before beginning again. "I'll help." He wiped a tear that was running down her cheek with his finger.
"Just no more crying. Your hits are easier to handle."