[IC] Grounded

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[flipping through his books in boredom. Life is hard when you can't go out during the day and you're not allowed to leave in the night either.]

((open to everyone who wants to come visit 1864!Stefan))

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[bitingcynicism]

[Man, I'm mostly here to lower the bar on my sanity and to occasionally steal Damon's beer. If I can't have it, NEITHER CAN HE. Oh, and to play watch-dog I guess.

But right now, I'm focused on cleaning my gun and remembering that I hate everything.]

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Must you be here?

[bitingcynicism]

I can't risk Damon slipping up with you.

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Damon isn't known for that.

[bitingcynicism]

Maybe not the one you know.

[Btw, might be pouring a bottle out a window.]

[dotdotdotmunch]

The one I know?

[bitingcynicism]

Never mind.

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[sighs, flipping his book]

He is different.

[bitingcynicism]

[Doesn't say anything this time, just turns to see what he's reading.]

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[notices the glance]

Milton. I used... to read a lot when I was younger. Then my father thought it unbecoming for an heir to waste his time on such ... frivolities.

[bitingcynicism]

Heir?

[dotdotdotmunch]

I know. It's usually the older brother but... Father didn't... [shakes his head] Father didn't trust Damon to keep the legacy.

[bitingcynicism]

I'm not surprised.

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...

[bitingcynicism]

... You said he was different. How?

[dotdotdotmunch]

Damon was... strong, as a person. He wasn't scared of anything, except for the things he cared about. Now, it seems like he's hiding from something.