fields of gold (damon/rose)
Damon keeps revisiting the place. When the urge to leave everything behind to hunt down a runaway wolf and rip her heart out gets so strong he’s already playing with his car keys.
He’s sitting in front of the fire, knowing its warmth more than feeling it, and when he reaches down his palm grazes soft green grass. When he’s drunk enough he can hear horses and laughter. He stands to chase that voice, looking around wildly, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of auburn hair.
But when he turns there’s just a lost man reflected in a bottle of scotch.