[ oh. damon. she feels a pang of guilt from the part of her that's a good friend to elena. she should have reached out to damon after elena left but she was too sad about it and damon... they had their differences. she looks at her phone, annoyed and a tiny bit amused but mostly curious.
( he pushes past caroline into her room, bunny dashing into the apartment ahead of him and making a beeline straight for whiskey. kitty and monster are still at the apartment, but bunny has a weird sixth sense about when damon's going to be anywhere near caroline's, and always insists on accompanying him for the trip. damon only spares a glance for his eevee and caroline's cat playing together — they like each other much more than their owners ever will — as he walks into her kitchen and gets out two glasses. he has no intention of actually saying anything else to caroline, he just wants to get drunk with her. )
You obviously don't know anything about me, [ she answers defensively as he pushes his way towards her kitchen. typical damon.
she moves to follow, closing the door behind him and mumbling something about sure, come right in. she watches as his pokemon moves to greet whiskey who is about five seconds away from hissing at damon, like she does everyone who ever comes over.]
What about my entrance suggested I want to talk, Caroline?
( no, really, he does not want to talk. or, alright, maybe he has one question. )
Were you ever going to tell me about the sire bond?
( said as he turns around, a glass of bourbon in hand that he quickly drains and then reaches back to grab the bottle and refill. caroline may notice that damon is... off. in the way that usually means murder and destroyed relationships.
there's another full glass of bourbon next to him on the counter, if she wants to come close enough to grab it. )
Too bad, you're in my apartment and-- [ he interrupts her with his question and she blinks, looking at him. honestly, she wasn't keeping from him per say. it wasn't as though they talked all the time and well, it wasn't something she liked to talk about, that time when Elena was a total monster bitch and tried to kill... basically everyone.
she reaches for the glass and downs it in one gulp too, shuddering slightly before she looks at him again.]
I didn't think you wanted to know about what was going to happen. [ she looks at her empty glass.] Not to mention it's not like we talk all the time. [ that was one of the perks(?) of the city, it was huge. their lives didn't overlap that much here, there wasn't danger to fight against, to make them band together.]
You haven't reacted that great to other stuff I've told you and... it wasn't your fault. [ he couldn't help the fact elena was sired to him, although it was his fault she turned it off.]
( damon doesn't know anything about elena turning her humanity off. all he knows is that the entire time he's been here, elena has been sired to him. maybe not in eudio, no, they're too particular about consent for that. but if they'd ever gone home, he could have been — he'd have —
it's so disgusting he can't even think about it. which is shitty, considering he's looking caroline in the eye right this very second, but hey, damon's a shitty guy. he's learned to live with it. )
That wasn't "going to happen" that was "happening the second she turned". That was something I could have been abusing the entire time we were here, if this wasn't Eudio. That was... vile.
( the way he says it, vile is clearly not a strong enough word for how he feels about the idea of forcing elena to do anything against her will. saving her life against her wishes is one thing, forcing her to love him against them is another entirely. all he's ever wanted is for their relationship to be real, the idea that it might not have been just because he wanted it so badly... )
Right, because everyone else would react super well to being told they're going to die. And when have you ever cared if anything was my fault?
( damon downs his drink again, then pours himself another glass, then does the same for caroline. he's not mad at her, specifically, he's just... angry at himself, angry at elena, angry at eudio, just angry. it's easier to take it out on caroline. always has been. )
[ if caroline was katherine level of cruel, she'd point out the irony of him being so upset about elena being sired to him when he'd taken away caroline's consent once upon a time. but that discussion was benched as he threw things in her face.]
It's not my fault that she was sired to you, either. So don't throw this at me. [ she ignores the refilled drink in favor of feeling indignant at his accusations.] Stop acting like an ass, Damon. Stop being mad at me. What was I supposed to say? Oh hey, just letting you know, Elena was sired to you but don't worry, it's not for forever? Why would I put that on you? [ or elena or anyone? being saddled with the knowledge her mother died and knowing she was going home to it... that was horrible enough.]
The reason I didn't tell you is because knowing isn't going to make it better. Because knowing that you were dead made you-- [ she waves her hand around to indicate a spiral.] Besides, like I said, she isn't sired to you for long. [ there, she said it. now she'll probably have to explain it but... whatever.]
Yes! Yes, you should have said that, or fucking anything, so I could have fixed it before we left and not had to come back!
( which is the real problem. if he'd been able to take care of this before he and elena went home, he could have stayed with her. he wouldn't be back here, cuddling away for something as vital as elena's free will, because she'd already have it. he'd be with her, and everything would be fine. the world would still be falling apart, because it's mystic falls, nothing good ever happens there, but they'd be together, and that's all that would matter.
now, damon's stuck in the happiest place on earth, the most miserable he's ever been, and yeah, he kind of blames caroline. )
Long enough that I could have made her sleep with me. Long enough that I could have made her believe she loves me, long enough that I can't trust anything from home anymore because maybe I made her do all of it. She couldn't even eat juice boxes because I didn't want her to, and you thought that wasn't worth mentioning just because it was going to go away anyway?
It's not like you were talking to me. Either of you. [ she gives him a look.] Damon, if we tried to fix everything that was wrong back home, we'd be here forever. [ it's kind of as simple as that.] And the thing is, Elena got through it. It was horrible, it was awful but Elena got through it. [ like she always did, Caroline admired her for it, always.] And if she hadn't gone through that? She might not have gotten what she really wanted. Which was to be human.
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Open your door. I've got booze.
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she goes to answer her door, giving him a look--]
How did you know I was even home?
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( he pushes past caroline into her room, bunny dashing into the apartment ahead of him and making a beeline straight for whiskey. kitty and monster are still at the apartment, but bunny has a weird sixth sense about when damon's going to be anywhere near caroline's, and always insists on accompanying him for the trip. damon only spares a glance for his eevee and caroline's cat playing together — they like each other much more than their owners ever will — as he walks into her kitchen and gets out two glasses. he has no intention of actually saying anything else to caroline, he just wants to get drunk with her. )
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she moves to follow, closing the door behind him and mumbling something about sure, come right in. she watches as his pokemon moves to greet whiskey who is about five seconds away from hissing at damon, like she does everyone who ever comes over.]
What are you doing here?
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( no, really, he does not want to talk. or, alright, maybe he has one question. )
Were you ever going to tell me about the sire bond?
( said as he turns around, a glass of bourbon in hand that he quickly drains and then reaches back to grab the bottle and refill. caroline may notice that damon is... off. in the way that usually means murder and destroyed relationships.
there's another full glass of bourbon next to him on the counter, if she wants to come close enough to grab it. )
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she reaches for the glass and downs it in one gulp too, shuddering slightly before she looks at him again.]
I didn't think you wanted to know about what was going to happen. [ she looks at her empty glass.] Not to mention it's not like we talk all the time. [ that was one of the perks(?) of the city, it was huge. their lives didn't overlap that much here, there wasn't danger to fight against, to make them band together.]
You haven't reacted that great to other stuff I've told you and... it wasn't your fault. [ he couldn't help the fact elena was sired to him, although it was his fault she turned it off.]
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it's so disgusting he can't even think about it. which is shitty, considering he's looking caroline in the eye right this very second, but hey, damon's a shitty guy. he's learned to live with it. )
That wasn't "going to happen" that was "happening the second she turned". That was something I could have been abusing the entire time we were here, if this wasn't Eudio. That was... vile.
( the way he says it, vile is clearly not a strong enough word for how he feels about the idea of forcing elena to do anything against her will. saving her life against her wishes is one thing, forcing her to love him against them is another entirely. all he's ever wanted is for their relationship to be real, the idea that it might not have been just because he wanted it so badly... )
Right, because everyone else would react super well to being told they're going to die. And when have you ever cared if anything was my fault?
( damon downs his drink again, then pours himself another glass, then does the same for caroline. he's not mad at her, specifically, he's just... angry at himself, angry at elena, angry at eudio, just angry. it's easier to take it out on caroline. always has been. )
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It's not my fault that she was sired to you, either. So don't throw this at me. [ she ignores the refilled drink in favor of feeling indignant at his accusations.] Stop acting like an ass, Damon. Stop being mad at me. What was I supposed to say? Oh hey, just letting you know, Elena was sired to you but don't worry, it's not for forever? Why would I put that on you? [ or elena or anyone? being saddled with the knowledge her mother died and knowing she was going home to it... that was horrible enough.]
The reason I didn't tell you is because knowing isn't going to make it better. Because knowing that you were dead made you-- [ she waves her hand around to indicate a spiral.] Besides, like I said, she isn't sired to you for long. [ there, she said it. now she'll probably have to explain it but... whatever.]
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( which is the real problem. if he'd been able to take care of this before he and elena went home, he could have stayed with her. he wouldn't be back here, cuddling away for something as vital as elena's free will, because she'd already have it. he'd be with her, and everything would be fine. the world would still be falling apart, because it's mystic falls, nothing good ever happens there, but they'd be together, and that's all that would matter.
now, damon's stuck in the happiest place on earth, the most miserable he's ever been, and yeah, he kind of blames caroline. )
Long enough that I could have made her sleep with me. Long enough that I could have made her believe she loves me, long enough that I can't trust anything from home anymore because maybe I made her do all of it. She couldn't even eat juice boxes because I didn't want her to, and you thought that wasn't worth mentioning just because it was going to go away anyway?
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