[ He knows they're not actually on the outs. She wants him to think seriously about whether or not he wants to take the cure. Not telling Stefan wasn't about shame, or, an underlying desire to not take it, it was about Damon being in the moment. She had a point. Damon had lived with Nova Scotia. He'd been there. Elena had erased it. He didn't find what happened two years ago relevant. Now and then were very different times. He was different. It's not like they're in a fight. She cares. She loves him. She just wants him to be sure. And, yeah, Stefan's a hurdle. He already knows Stefan is going to take him somewhere tomorrow before Ric's big day. Damon will hear him out. For Elena's sake. But, he knows nothing is going to change his mind.
Seeing the light shine on the phone by his bed, Damon sets his book aside. It wouldn't be Stefan, passive aggressively texting him from the other room. It could be more idle threats from his mother, who'd gone after Elena. Or, Bonnie again. She'd texted Damon after Elena filled her in. Maybe Bonnie couldn't sleep.
Leaning over, he unlocks his phone and taps the messages icon. He smiles, typing out a response. ]
Back at you. Bonnie told me about about your daring escape. Bachelorette party button. Who knew human Elena Gilbert had that in her.
[ Flippant. Little sarcastic,but that's not what he means. Or, how he means it. But, he knows now won't be the time to convince her of what he wants. And not over text. So, he continues. ]
Not many girls get to say their mother-in-law tried to kill them. We'll keep her far away from the head table.
[ More jokes. As the ellipsis pop up again, he types more. ]
In all seriousness, I love you, too. And if Lily had harmed a hair on your head, well then, I'd add matricide to my long, long list of sins you love me in spite of.
[ His first reply has her smiling, a quiet giggle emerging now that the stress and rush of adrenaline from earlier had faded. She'd done what she had to and she'd survived. Despite being just a human again, she'd managed to escape an angry vampire and she's actually a little proud of herself for it.
She's about to type a reply when she sees the notice that he's typing too. This one has her rolling her eyes, but still smiling like a love-struck idiot. Mother-in-law. The head table. Just having him talk about things like that has her feeling like her heart's about to burst out of her chest, even as she reminds herself that this is Damon. Damon who loves being a vampire and almost never thinks things through, who needed to think this through because there was no going back. She couldn't bear it if he ended up regretting the decision to spend a human life with her.
But she hopes. With all her heart, she hopes. ]
I hope you don't have [ But then he's typing again and she pauses, reading his message before erasing those five words and starting again. ]
I know you would, so I'm glad it didn't come to that. I don't want you to have to live with that kind of guilt.
[ Because she knew him. Despite that bravado that he liked to wear, he would always feel guilty if he killed his own mother, and it would haunt him for the rest of his life, however long that ended up being. ]
Are they still hitting you like a ton of bricks. I'd suggest a bath, but then I'd have trouble staying away, and I know you and Bonnie and Jo are doing the girl thing. They don't have ice cream?
It's not Gilbert family tradition to support the local troop? I'm simply flabbergasted, Elena. [ It's a misfire, isn't it? (How did you get this number anyway, though? Shh, logic.) One sent after the liquor started to flow? Don't you dare deny Katherine's sense of humor is on fire. ] Whatever happened to enabling community enrichment?
[ It's definitely a misfire. Of all the people. She told the phone to text Caroline, not Katherine. ]
I needed bourbon more than I needed overpriced popcorn. One day, they'll understand.
[ Is there a way to make sure this little mishap never happens again? Why can't technology be compelled into working the way it's supposed to? She asks as she pops open one of those bottles. ]
His round little face didn't sway you? Really? Elena. You might be becoming more like me with every single day. :)
A compliment, for the record.
[ Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friiiends could be playing somewhere in the far off distance. Except everyone hates Katherine, and she's evidently completely content and enables the hatred. ]
Then again, I imagine the bourbon you got is an awful year, so. Probably not all that alike, after all.
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2. In my defense I didn't know there was concrete on the other side of that fence when I tossed him over it.
3. Fuck morning classes. Fuck early work. Fuck anything in the morning that doesn't involve sleeping, sex or bacon.
4. Just writing to thank you for not dying. I love you.
5. If you eat that last piece of pie while I'm gone, I will never speak to you again. I mean it.
6. [Text her]
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Seeing the light shine on the phone by his bed, Damon sets his book aside. It wouldn't be Stefan, passive aggressively texting him from the other room. It could be more idle threats from his mother, who'd gone after Elena. Or, Bonnie again. She'd texted Damon after Elena filled her in. Maybe Bonnie couldn't sleep.
Leaning over, he unlocks his phone and taps the messages icon. He smiles, typing out a response. ]
Back at you. Bonnie told me about about your daring escape. Bachelorette party button. Who knew human Elena Gilbert had that in her.
[ Flippant. Little sarcastic,but that's not what he means. Or, how he means it. But, he knows now won't be the time to convince her of what he wants. And not over text. So, he continues. ]
Not many girls get to say their mother-in-law tried to kill them. We'll keep her far away from the head table.
[ More jokes. As the ellipsis pop up again, he types more. ]
In all seriousness, I love you, too. And if Lily had harmed a hair on your head, well then, I'd add matricide to my long, long list of sins you love me in spite of.
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She's about to type a reply when she sees the notice that he's typing too. This one has her rolling her eyes, but still smiling like a love-struck idiot. Mother-in-law. The head table. Just having him talk about things like that has her feeling like her heart's about to burst out of her chest, even as she reminds herself that this is Damon. Damon who loves being a vampire and almost never thinks things through, who needed to think this through because there was no going back. She couldn't bear it if he ended up regretting the decision to spend a human life with her.
But she hopes. With all her heart, she hopes. ]
I hope you don't have[ But then he's typing again and she pauses, reading his message before erasing those five words and starting again. ]I know you would, so I'm glad it didn't come to that. I don't want you to have to live with that kind of guilt.
[ Because she knew him. Despite that bravado that he liked to wear, he would always feel guilty if he killed his own mother, and it would haunt him for the rest of his life, however long that ended up being. ]
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Are you okay?
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But now I want ice cream.
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Yeah, for me too. I had the sudden need to bake.
There might also be a pizza crust, muffins, and biscuits in the works.
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[ caroline is one a boat on the river da nile.]
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So? [ Did he?! Who's he, even? ]
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I needed bourbon more than I needed overpriced popcorn. One day, they'll understand.
[ Is there a way to make sure this little mishap never happens again? Why can't technology be compelled into working the way it's supposed to? She asks as she pops open one of those bottles. ]
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A compliment, for the record.
[ Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friiiends could be playing somewhere in the far off distance. Except everyone hates Katherine, and she's evidently completely content and enables the hatred. ]
Then again, I imagine the bourbon you got is an awful year, so. Probably not all that alike, after all.
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Now those little hustlers all have card readers.
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I ran the other way when he shook a bag of caramel corn at me.