@OfHisHeroHair > sub-par bottle of bourbon, grabbing a glass just to make a point, before plopping himself down on the couch in front of the fireplace.
@OfHisHeroHair Damon raised a quizzical eyebrow at his brother as Stefan took a bottle without bothering with a glass.
“Whoa there saint Stefan, drinking from the bottle is considered rude. Don’t tell me you’ve let go of some of those pesky morals of yours?”
Damon settled for a >
@OfHisHeroHair > hide it.
“Why do you always move the good bourbon when I go out of town?”
He wasn’t in the mood to talk about Katherine. His mind was adept at conjuring up vivid images of her and Elijah together, and he really didn’t want to break anything tonight.
@OfHisHeroHair > shrugging. The Salvatore brothers had come a long way since Damon promised to make Stefan’s afterlife a living hell. He had forgiven his brother, truly, for the things that happened between them.
“I’m fine.” Damon said. It was an obvious lie, he didn’t even try to >
@OfHisHeroHair Damon just glared at Stefan before walking past him and through the front door and straight for the bar.
“Well I guess that won’t be an issue anymore. Katherine left.”
@OfHisHeroHair “I would never.”
He raised a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended about what his brother said.
“Can’t I stop by on occasion? This is my house too you know.”
@DevineImmortal > on her hips. Her body pressed this close to his made him dizzy, and not only because her hand was literally wrapped around his heart.
Her proximity always intoxicated him and it was no different now. This was what he wanted, it was something he couldn’t describe. >
@DevineImmortal > her palm out across his chest, right over his heart.
“Because if you are done, take it with you. Give it to Elijah for all I care.” He pressed her palm harder into his chest, willing her to reach inside and rip his heart out. She had done it so many times before, >