[ Human Damon has not been at all what Elena expected. With her intentions of being a doctor, one would think she'd have considered the fact that his immune system wouldn't be able to handle the twenty-first century's plethora of germs, with viruses and bacteria made stronger by the constantly increasing numbers of drugs on the market, but the thought had never once occurred to her. Instead she'd been blindsided by his string of his illnesses.
It was a little terrifying when she first realized what he was facing. They had an entire life ahead of them and it could all be wiped out by something so simple as the flu. Staying with him had been no hardship, despite the way he'd complained and made it seem like the world was ending -- she'd worry about him more if she wasn't with him, since he was still learning how to take care of a human body again, so it was easier to stay and look after him herself. And it really did bring them closer together.
Everything did. Teaching him, learning who he was as a vulnerable human, helping him through those changes. It was an amazing thing for their relationship despite how difficult it was for him to go through, and she was grateful she was able to be there for him.
And she's happy. It hits her sometimes, just how much things have changed. An entire future of possibilities in front of them, a human life with the man she loved more than anything. Of course she smiled all the time, even when she was buried in reading and assignments and Damon was hacking up a lung, she found herself smiling because underneath it she was really, truly happy.
She watches him start to unload the car, her jaw dropping slightly as she took in what he'd said, and then her smile is right back in place. Climbing out of the car, she slings her purse onto her shoulder as she walks around to the trunk, trying and failing to tame that smile into something more serious. ]
Damon Salvatore, what am I going to do with you? [ It's a rhetorical question, of course, and she reaches out to stop him as he's readying an armful of bags, perhaps too many for just a human's strength. She loops her arms around his neck, her fingertips playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. ] You're too perfect, there's got to be something wrong with you.
[ A pause, then she gasps and pulls back a little with comedic drama. ] You're married, aren't you?
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It was a little terrifying when she first realized what he was facing. They had an entire life ahead of them and it could all be wiped out by something so simple as the flu. Staying with him had been no hardship, despite the way he'd complained and made it seem like the world was ending -- she'd worry about him more if she wasn't with him, since he was still learning how to take care of a human body again, so it was easier to stay and look after him herself. And it really did bring them closer together.
Everything did. Teaching him, learning who he was as a vulnerable human, helping him through those changes. It was an amazing thing for their relationship despite how difficult it was for him to go through, and she was grateful she was able to be there for him.
And she's happy. It hits her sometimes, just how much things have changed. An entire future of possibilities in front of them, a human life with the man she loved more than anything. Of course she smiled all the time, even when she was buried in reading and assignments and Damon was hacking up a lung, she found herself smiling because underneath it she was really, truly happy.
She watches him start to unload the car, her jaw dropping slightly as she took in what he'd said, and then her smile is right back in place. Climbing out of the car, she slings her purse onto her shoulder as she walks around to the trunk, trying and failing to tame that smile into something more serious. ]
Damon Salvatore, what am I going to do with you? [ It's a rhetorical question, of course, and she reaches out to stop him as he's readying an armful of bags, perhaps too many for just a human's strength. She loops her arms around his neck, her fingertips playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. ] You're too perfect, there's got to be something wrong with you.
[ A pause, then she gasps and pulls back a little with comedic drama. ] You're married, aren't you?