The Carpe Diem of it All (Klaus interrupts, dramatic exists are made, maybe not exactly as you envisioned but…)Damon staggers clumsily in the dark, stumbling up the stairs; stopping every few minutes to shove her into a door or a wall and moan into her mouth. He snatches at her jacket, tears it off, and then his, tosses them both at their feet (he doesn’t even stop to pick them up); tripping over stairs, into banisters, and that antique table that rests in the hallway-he’s been meaning to move that thing for at least two decades. And when he bangs his knee into it and the pain zings up the side of his leg, he wishes he could burn the over-priced piece of shit right then and there
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Klaus keeps smiling. “What do you mean, ‘what’, buddy?” Damon’s brow climbs up his forehead at this. Was the guy that desperate for friends?
“How can you ask me that when it’s the most important day of the year?!” He’s still grinning and Damon wonders if the whole smarmy routine makes his cheeks cramp-for a bad guy, Klaus smiles way too much.
He searches his brain. Nope, he’s pretty sure the big deadline for Klaus’ latest doom-and-gloom threat was Friday the 13th in March (he’d said something about the poetry when he issued it, no one had paid much attention), not today
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The cake, formerly on his bed smashes into the wall above the fireplace with a splat (Damon whimpers) and Klaus rips the cone-hat off his head, pinches his mouth into a straight line. “Tell me, what’s the point of compelling the town registrar if she can’t even give me the right dates for every one’s birthdays
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Thanks, bb. (your little Klaus fic might be coming, I think, I hope)
Although, now I just noticed a grammatical error and I want to shoot myself in the brain. Damn you, LJ for having stupid rules about editing. Damn youuuuuuuuu!
oh my god. where do I even start with this? Firstly, I must crey over the fact that you don't write Damon ALL THE TIME because omfg. Marvellousness. This: And, as if his life couldn't get any worse, it’s going to be hell finding that exact same shade of Hazy Dawn Ivory. -- NOOOOOOO.
And your Klaus. I don't know what to do with myself. I SWEAR THIS ISN'T EVEN CRACK. Klaus, smiling. A bright pink, orange, and green-splattered cone-hat strapped to his head with the word, ‘surprise’ strewn redundantly across it in neon-yellow. A large, monstrous cake, smothered in snow-white frosting and the words ‘Happy, Birthday, D-bag!’ lettered in blue and red, covered in a mass of precariously-lit candles; a brightly-wrapped gift in hand. -- BEAUTEOUS. rolling around everywhere.
lol, I enjoyed the doomed Damon/Elena too. #forever cock-blocked
Ahhhhh, Damon is just the best neurotic little sandbox to play in - so glad it worked! But you know that Damon spent a good five hours comparing color swatches for every wall in that house, and the curtains, and the bed spreads, and the carpets. And Mystic Falls being the one-horse town that it is, he'll probably have to drive all the way to Richmond to get it. WOE!
Right??? I kept writing it and I was like, Jesus, this dude would probably say half of these things with a straight face. BECAUSE:
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“How can you ask me that when it’s the most important day of the year?!” He’s still grinning and Damon wonders if the whole smarmy routine makes his cheeks cramp-for a bad guy, Klaus smiles way too much.
He searches his brain. Nope, he’s pretty sure the big deadline for Klaus’ latest doom-and-gloom threat was Friday the 13th in March (he’d said something about the poetry when he issued it, no one had paid much attention), not today ( ... )
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THIS IS BRILLIANT
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Although, now I just noticed a grammatical error and I want to shoot myself in the brain. Damn you, LJ for having stupid rules about editing. Damn youuuuuuuuu!
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but i am very excited to see whatever klaus crack fic you come up with.
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oh my god. where do I even start with this? Firstly, I must crey over the fact that you don't write Damon ALL THE TIME because omfg. Marvellousness. This: And, as if his life couldn't get any worse, it’s going to be hell finding that exact same shade of Hazy Dawn Ivory. -- NOOOOOOO.
And your Klaus. I don't know what to do with myself. I SWEAR THIS ISN'T EVEN CRACK. Klaus, smiling. A bright pink, orange, and green-splattered cone-hat strapped to his head with the word, ‘surprise’ strewn redundantly across it in neon-yellow. A large, monstrous cake, smothered in snow-white frosting and the words ‘Happy, Birthday, D-bag!’ lettered in blue and red, covered in a mass of precariously-lit candles; a brightly-wrapped gift in hand. -- BEAUTEOUS. rolling around everywhere.
lol, I enjoyed the doomed Damon/Elena too. #forever cock-blocked
in conclusion: all the fucking awards.
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IT'S KLAUS
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Where is next-to-normal when I need her!
Also, totally friending you, okay, because you are brilliant and your Klaus/Damon shenanigans are food for the soul. ♥
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Klaus/Damon, these kids.
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Ahhhhh, Damon is just the best neurotic little sandbox to play in - so glad it worked! But you know that Damon spent a good five hours comparing color swatches for every wall in that house, and the curtains, and the bed spreads, and the carpets. And Mystic Falls being the one-horse town that it is, he'll probably have to drive all the way to Richmond to get it. WOE!
Right??? I kept writing it and I was like, Jesus, this dude would probably say half of these things with a straight face. BECAUSE:
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WHAT IS AIR
YOUR KLAUS THO
YOUR DAMON
HALP
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Because can Klaus be more cracky? I don't even think so.
And Damon - this is why he is my secret fave.
Thank you!
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