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mordere ([personal profile] mordere) wrote2011-09-25 05:51 pm
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[rp][w/ Elena] finding out about Josef

Damon is with Elena. They're in a lounge in the Tower, and he has likely only come over to troll her like he do while she is busy with getting ready for college. He is leaning back in the chair by the fireplace, drinking something alcoholic and searching through the journal for anything important.

Damon has gone back a few entries, weeks, years, as far back as the journal can go, but there doesn't seem to be any indication of anything that he would actually want or need to know. It doesn't stop him from sarcastically reading some of them out loud which likely leads Elena to throwing things at him.

He does not expect to see a journal entry locked to him from a girl that he doesn't know when he flips back to the front page and freezes. His entire body posture changes from relaxed to tense, and he sits forward, staring. Damon reads it, takes it in once... and then twice and then one more time.

It can't be- It is not- Damon gets to his feet, throwing the journal down on the coffee table before he starts toward the door. Yeah, he is about to leave without saying something, because he knows. He knows she'll know and she'll make him stop and feel, and he doesn't want it.

[identity profile] idontgethurt.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
At some point, much later, Damon returns to the Tower as he is aware that he has to take the compulsion away from Elena. He is also aware that she will be angry, and nothing can really reach him at the moment. Damon has been to the No Name club. He's seen what Josef has left for him, and he feels somehow worse than when he left.

Maybe because he saw the bodies. Maybe because he tortured and there's no violence left in him at the moment (the vampire is always violent and hungry. Who is he kidding?). Maybe because he has had quite a lot to drink but he's still not drunk enough that it doesn't hurt.

He stalks through the Tower looking for her in each hallway, in the places where he thinks she might be though he goes to her room first and then if she isn't there, he'll head to the lounge where he left her.

It is a really good thing that he doesn't run into anyone that wants to fight past the vibe that he is giving out that basically says Don't talk to me unless you want your head ripped from your body.

[identity profile] descendent.livejournal.com 2011-10-03 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Elena is furious, but she has been left to stew in her anger long enough it dulls into something close to resigned frustration. She is not leaving the Tower, much as she may want to, and the first thing she did was write an entry to Jeremy to at least ensure he was okay and away from wherever this was happening, since she didn't know and it was another concern.

When Damon finds her in her room, Elena doesn't hit him.

She doesn't hit him, she doesn't yell at him, she doesn't demand that he never do it again. These are all things she would've done at some point without a second thought, except she doesn't have the energy to do them anymore. She can't go back to that back and forth with Damon that never seems to change.

Her levels of understanding have a limit, and he may have lost a friend, but it doesn't excuse what he did. She's done.

Once the compulsion has been lifted, she stalks past him and doesn't look back.

[identity profile] idontgethurt.livejournal.com 2011-10-05 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Elena doesn't do any of the things that Damon would expect her to do on an ordinary basis, no. That is far worse. However, he is also not all that surprised. He has never used compulsion on her before except when she could not remember.

Damon has her necklace for her, but he does not get the opportunity to give it to her before she stalks past him and out the door. He stands there where he had been standing before, staring at some spot across the room from where he is.

The anger does not leave him.

The hurt doesn't either. It deepens.

It deepens and it opens within him like the opening to the hole of a cave, taking and swallowing him.

He presses past it.

He presses past it and turns from the room, walking out of it.

He does not need to be her friend, he does not need her to like him or to care for him to be able to protect her, to keep her safe and that is honestly all that matters.