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Post by Silas on Jan 14, 2016 10:16:08 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] "I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years" That certainly didn't take long, did it?
A smirk formed at the corner of his mouth, as Silas again read over the text conversation he had managed to tap into on Damon's phone. Modern technology was really something. There wasn't much you couldn't do with it, and, honestly, some of the things he even preferred using over magic, which was really saying something, especially when he stopped to consider how it had been invented by the average, everyday people. Slow, gradual, honest progress, by the frail little humans. Yep. Good for them.
But anyway, it hadn't taken long for Damon and his hybrid buddy to come up with a game plan. But then, Damon always was the action-oriented type. You could always count on him to get the show on the road, get everyone else moving. There really was no point sticking around here, anyway, was there? I mean, there was their house, but...that was about it.
Speaking of which, he locked his phone screen and slid it into his back pocket, just as he came to a stop outside the Salvatore's front door. He'd already attached a locator spell to the GPS on their phones, so he knew Damon was home, and Stefan was currently out. That is, unless someone had stolen his doppelganger's phone. Which...yeah, that was pretty unlikely. In which case, it might be kind of fun to play the role of the whiny, tortured soul for a few minutes. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. He had planned to just barge into their home anyway, but now it would seem somehow less rude, with Stefan doing it.
Wiping the smile from his face, and instead furrowing his brow in that distinctive, eternally troubled look Stefan seemed to wear so often, the ancient warlock then pushed the door open and stepped across the threshold, swinging the door shut carelessly behind him. He took a second to survey his surroundings, and...ah! There he was! Predictable as ever.
Damon was standing in front of the fireplace, a glass of bourbon in hand, and wearing that contemplative look he always donned when he was in "deep thought".
Stepping farther into the room, Silas walked slowly, but with a purposeful air, until he was just behind his "brother", where he stopped, folded his arms across his chest, and then titled his head upwards, in an almost judgy kinda way.
"Damon," he greeted simply, though he added a nice, stiff inflection. "Aren't you supposed to be packing?" 418 words NOTES: First thread on the site! *fist bump* |
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Post by Damon Salvatore on Jan 15, 2016 1:02:57 GMT
I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU THROUGH IT ALL NOTES: *return fist bump*
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 Things were getting squared away. Well, sort of. Almost. Getting everyone into gear and motivated was the hard part. The plan had been set, their next course of action set in motion. First priority was getting to Elena and Caroline at Whitmore and then braving the wilderness to New Orleans, where they'd meet up with Klaus. His hybrid ally had so kindly offered him and the ol' gang a place in his domain.
They'd have to go old school though, driving as far as they could before taking to trekking on foot. They needed to stay away from large cities, so Damon felt it'd be slow going. Especially with Stef the drama queen and Caroline the diva vamp. Oh well though. They'd just have to suck it up. And Stefan, in particular, was finding it hard to part with Mystic Falls, and he was currently out saying his goodbyes to all the sentimental places that had made it home to him.
Damon scoffed and shook his head before pouring himself a glass of bourbon and moving to the fireplace to take a sip. It was getting pretty late in the afternoon, but he was all packed up and ready to go. Now he was just waiting on Stefan and whoever else had decided to take up his invite. He'd pretty much extended it to everyone in the area, and he'd told them to meet up at the boarding house no later than six in the morning. If they weren't there by then, they'd be left behind. He just hoped Stef would be back and have all his crap packed up on time. The older Salvatore rolled his eyes, already knowing he'd have to get into some sort of argument with him over lightening the load. Stefan couldn't bring everything. Only what he'd be able to carry.
With a sigh, he thought of Elena as he took another drink. He hoped she'd be okay until he arrived. Every second spent waiting was making him feel more restless.
At the sound of someone walking through the door, Damon shifted his eyes over and saw his brother. The irritation eased up just a little. He was relieved to see that he was back so soon. "Stefan!" He said, smirking humorlessly as his brother came to stand in front of him, typical air of judgement surrounding that heroic head of his.
When he asked if he was supposed to be packing, Damon blinked and raised a brow. "Me? I'm the one who's supposed to be packing?" He glared a little and stepped closer, "FYI, my bag's already packed and ready to go. Waiting in the car. And that was bag, singular, brother." He pointed a finger towards him, "I suggest you find a way to fit all your crap into one so you can carry it through miles of wilderness." He took another long, slow sip of his bourbon. EVEN IF SAVING YOU SENDS ME TO HEAVEN |
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Post by Silas on Jan 15, 2016 6:27:36 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] "I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years" Ahh, Stefan. Notorious pack-rat. Silas would have laughed at his doppelganger's expense, if he wasn't purposefully keeping his expression fixed for a "Stefan-style" reaction. God, his room was always such a cluttered mess, though. It was a wonder he was ever able to find his way around up there. How would he end up packing for this relocation? He had so much useless junk that he held so close to his heart.
"Hm," he released a single, condescending scoff, but even as he rolled his eyes, his expression grew strained as he "contemplated" what Damon was saying. "Look, just because you don't hold any sentimental attachment to...well, anything, that doesn't mean you get to dictate what I do and don't need to bring with me. Or how much of it I'm allowed. Who knows if we're ever going to get a chance to come back here?"
He turned his back to the Salvatore, taking a few steps away, before stopping and giving a "frustrated" shake of his head. "Damon," he voiced, ever so dramatically. "If this is the only shot we get, the only chance we have to get anything out of here...then I'm going to make it count. I'm not going to let them just...win like this."
Man, Stefan really was one walking, giant drama queen, wasn't he? I mean, really, when it came down to it, what did any of that crap matter? It was all gonna disappear one day, and wasn't getting out of here, saving their lives, and the lives of the people they loved, just a little more important than all that stuff? All these earthly attachments, they'd never made much sense to him. I mean, he liked having things, when he did have them, he wasn't against the idea of living it up for a bit, but letting go was so not an issue.
But, then again...when you spent a vast, vast majority of your life with absolutely nothing, it wasn't hard to live like that again. Or to see just how much those little, trifling things didn't matter. At all. Nope. Damon definitely had the right idea here. |
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Post by Damon Salvatore on Feb 10, 2016 19:26:04 GMT
I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU THROUGH IT ALL Damon stared at his brother, and was feeling a little indignant as he did so. He watched as he scoffed, rolled his eyes, then creased in brows as he mulled it all over. He could just see the gears turning in his head. What excuse was he cookin' up? He waited for it, but already didn't feel that he was in a mood to argue. There wasn't any time for it. Stefan could say what he wanted, but he wouldn't be moved in the slightest.
Well...maybe a little. Damon swallowed a little but otherwise hid a reaction as his brother threw down that he didn't hold any sentimental attachments. How was it he always managed to pierce something? It wasn't even about that. Even with sentimental attachments, Damon could draw the line on what was really important when shit happened. And shit often happened in their lives.
He just shook his head, voice upbeat and full of condescension. "Oh, don't be dramatic. Who knows that we won't be back?"
But then Stefan turned and walked a few steps away, and Damon blinked as he watched him and then rolled his eyes as his brother ignored what he said and instead took the drama up a notch.
The older Salvatore raised a brow, lips parting as he tilted his head. What the hell? Let them win? What did that have to do with anything? He took a long sip of bourbon, steeling himself for the argument he didn't want to have, then sighed and clapped his hands together. "Well, by all means, make it count."
He smirked humorlessly. Stef could be damn stubborn sometimes. "But you can do that by lightening the load, m'kay?" He waved a hand in the air as he explained, "look at it this way: if we run in to a hoard of flesh-eating corpses, you might have to leave some of your stuff in the wilderness, when it could've just been safely tucked away here. Where you know you can find it again if you really want to."
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Post by Silas on Apr 22, 2016 9:24:59 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] "I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years" Now, didn't that just make all the sense in the world? Leaving it here was actually a whole hell of a lot safer, and it was kind of nice to see Damon being so sensible about this. He wasn't sure the same could be said of the guy's broody baby brother, though. Tsk...such a shame. What a truly senseless, tortured soul his handsome young doppelganger was.
"I would never leave any of it in the wilderness," Silas spoke, again with a scoff, though he practiced a strained tone.
It was honestly a little hard to be this unreasonable, and yet, at the exact same time, act as though he could actually justify every last thing he was saying. He imagined it must at least take some toll on Stefan. In fact, it was probably the very reason for that eternally fixed crease in his brow. It was almost a crime, what Stefan did to his face. With his face. With this face. I mean, what a waste of a perfectly good gift the universe had bestowed upon him. Some people were just so freaking ungrateful. It was unbelievable.
"But who's to say it will be any safer here, either?" he pressed, rounding on his "brother" then, with a glower. "Who's to say those mindless creatures won't come barging in? Break down the doors, ransack the place? Our home? We have no guarantees that any of this is safe--or that anything is safe, anymore!"
He let his argument cease then, with a weighted exhale, before he averted his gaze, toward the wide, open window, which he began walking toward. He came to a stop just in front of it, and he rested his hands squarely on his hips, in a stance he had often observed his younger doppelganger adopting.
"This really is the end, isn't it, Damon?" he voiced in a low, desolate, dramatic tone.
The impersonator really was curious where the elder Salvatore stood on the whole "end of the world" debate here. I mean, personally, he didn't buy into it for a minute. People had been saying the world would end, even back in his day, and that was thousands of years ago. It hadn't ended yet, and who's to say it would happen anytime soon? Nah. The way he figured, they'd be stuck here a good while longer. Well...they would, anyway. For his own part, he was determined to get the hell out of here just as soon as he got the chance.
Anyways, back to Damon. Back to his opinion. Though he didn't shift in his stance in the slightest, Silas kept his ears open for whatever the vampire might have to say next. |
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Post by Damon Salvatore on Jun 17, 2017 23:58:39 GMT
I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU THROUGH IT ALL Damon listened as Stefan continued to ramble on, his patience growing thinner by the minute. He was bringing his rant to a whole new level now. Where did he get off soundin' so bleak and...end timey? Damon would be damned if he decided to just sit back and take the world's decision to end. They'd been through ordeal after freakin' ordeal and none of it had ever been doom-worthy. They'd gotten this far and he was determined the bring them further. As far as he could.
"Don't you get all 'book of revelation' on me, Stef," Damon walked towards him, narrowing his eyes at the back of his brother. "This is not the end. No way. We need to fight through this if we're gonna survive. And we can fight through it a whole lot better if we let go of the," he searched for the right word before smirking slightly, "non-essentials." He sighed, "because at the end of the day, none of it even matters. All that matters is you and me and the people we care about getting to safety."
Damon took another hearty sip of bourbon before turning to pour himself another. "Plus, if it makes you feel any better, those creatures are as brain dead as they come. Don't think they'll be takin' much notice of your stuff. Break in, maybe, but once they discover there's nothing to eat, they'll be right on their merry way." He shrugged, furrowing his brows as he thought on it a bit further. "That is, if all I've seen about zombies from the movies is true."
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Post by Silas on Jun 18, 2017 2:01:02 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] "I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years" Aww, good for Damon. Throwing out the non-essentials. Minimalism. He definitely liked his style. Cutting those unnecessary ties. They were only holding them back, after all. And yep, just as he suspected, no doom and gloom from this guy.
Huh. Zombie movies?
Silas paused a moment, sifting through Damon's mind for a glimpse or two of what he was referring to, but he had to stifle a laugh when he actually found it. People actually predicted this kind of crap? It was a shame Stefan was so bad at taking a joke, especially when he got all "serious".
"The movies?" Silas asked, his tone biting with condescension then, as he turned his face to award Damon a dumbfounded look. "Seriously, Damon? You're going based on movie logic, now?" Walking slowly back toward his distant, distant blood relative, he began gesturing with his index finger, "We don't know what this even really looks like, how deeply it goes, or what those things are really even like once they've been turned. And here you are, making jokes about it!"
"Besides," he continued, "even if, if those movies are accurate about this, about what they're like, about what will happen to whoever gets bitten, that still isn't any guarantee that they aren't going to destroy this place as they do roam through it, looking for their next meal." Stopping to stand directly in front of Damon then, their faces almost touching, he stared straight into those icy blue eyes of his, his own wide with insistence as he demanded, "Look into my eyes, Damon, and tell me that it's honestly not a possibility." |
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Happy to have appeared, Mr. Salvatore.