fic: the lonesome all understand | damon/elena | 1/1youcallitwinterJune 10 2012, 18:00:00 UTC
“I am trying,” she snaps, because there’s this one line that he crosses twenty strikes back and she kind of hates him. And kind of loves him. But only when it’s dark at night and she can’t see his face and tell his face. Maybe not even then.
“I’d hate to see you not try then” he says, holding one arm over her body. And snap. It’s just that easy to restrain her because she’s still not strong enough. She’s a monster and she’s still not freaking strong enough.
“Not like you aren’t getting off on being able to touch me like this, full license and a ready-made excuse at hand,” she snaps, because she’s a bitch, ask her how.
He stops then for a moment, looks up at her and she can see better now. She can see every single molecule of want and lust and hatred and love and annoyance and frustration coloring every single fleck in his eyes, and it’s the oddest sensation. Like poetry that someone’s magically filled with life so it’s not so poetic anymore, mostly just harsh and out-of-place and even that makes more sense than her being pinned to a tree
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Re: fic: the lonesome all understand | damon/elena | 1/1youcallitwinterJune 14 2012, 16:26:05 UTC
The sheer brilliance of your comments always breaks my heart.
I AM GLAD, I do not know if you're just being nice to me, but I never hear voices and stuff in my head when I read, but I'd love to because it would make everything realer, and I'm so glad you can :D
And kind of loves him. But only when it’s dark at night and she can’t see his face and tell his face. Maybe not even then.
FLAW-FREE FROM LINE ONE, M'FER. Only in the dark (!!!!!)
she snaps, because she’s a bitch, ask her how.
♥♥♥
mostly just harsh and out-of-place and even that makes more sense than her being pinned to a tree in a random forest by the brother who is always ‘the brother’ to her.
DEAD. OH, ELENA. LMFAO.
“You want to have that conversation?” he asks, "because we can have that conversation. And then you can't un-have that conversation."
P E R F E C T I O N
The thing is, she doesn’t want to need to be saved. Not anymore. Never again. And he’s the best person for this job because he’s always been the one to not save her.
SOBBING IN A BUCKET
He turns, because she knew he would. He always does.=
/jumps off cliff
Bless this fic. My morally dubious princess and her hapless huntsman. bbs. /strokes
My morally dubious princess and her hapless huntsman.
Bless this line.
But omg, it would make no sense if Damon was allowed to 'train' Elena by Bonnie or Caroline or anyone as such, but I can see them sneaking off to fight because that would be epic and very twelve.
“I am trying,” she snaps, because there’s this one line that he crosses twenty strikes back and she kind of hates him. And kind of loves him. But only when it’s dark at night and she can’t see his face and tell his face. Maybe not even then.
“I’d hate to see you not try then” he says, holding one arm over her body. And snap. It’s just that easy to restrain her because she’s still not strong enough. She’s a monster and she’s still not freaking strong enough.
“Not like you aren’t getting off on being able to touch me like this, full license and a ready-made excuse at hand,” she snaps, because she’s a bitch, ask her how.
He stops then for a moment, looks up at her and she can see better now. She can see every single molecule of want and lust and hatred and love and annoyance and frustration coloring every single fleck in his eyes, and it’s the oddest sensation. Like poetry that someone’s magically filled with life so it’s not so poetic anymore, mostly just harsh and out-of-place and even that makes more sense than her being pinned to a tree ( ... )
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I AM GLAD, I do not know if you're just being nice to me, but I never hear voices and stuff in my head when I read, but I'd love to because it would make everything realer, and I'm so glad you can :D
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And kind of loves him. But only when it’s dark at night and she can’t see his face and tell his face. Maybe not even then.
FLAW-FREE FROM LINE ONE, M'FER. Only in the dark (!!!!!)
she snaps, because she’s a bitch, ask her how.
♥♥♥
mostly just harsh and out-of-place and even that makes more sense than her being pinned to a tree in a random forest by the brother who is always ‘the brother’ to her.
DEAD. OH, ELENA. LMFAO.
“You want to have that conversation?” he asks, "because we can have that conversation. And then you can't un-have that conversation."
P E R F E C T I O N
The thing is, she doesn’t want to need to be saved. Not anymore. Never again. And he’s the best person for this job because he’s always been the one to not save her.
SOBBING IN A BUCKET
He turns, because she knew he would. He always does.=
/jumps off cliff
Bless this fic. My morally dubious princess and her hapless huntsman. bbs. /strokes
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My morally dubious princess and her hapless huntsman.
Bless this line.
But omg, it would make no sense if Damon was allowed to 'train' Elena by Bonnie or Caroline or anyone as such, but I can see them sneaking off to fight because that would be epic and very twelve.
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