⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❝ I do not have to close my eyes and ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀fantasize about anything. I allow ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀myself to sample everything. ❞⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀
Brims press thinly , raising an arm . showcasing a big thumbs up for his father to see before greeting friends ( and strangers ) he passed by .
Everyone seemed to be having a good time which was a relief .
“Right. Uncle Stefan.”
Damon is already regretting this decision. But maybe he can get a snack out of it. Parties are a good place for him to feed on without people looking strange.
" Moving into a new apartment . It's gonna be a long day , gotta make sure it's spacious enough to invite people over . "
he wants to be more ... social . Think it's time to move on from that * lone wolf phase he's always had .
Brims pressed thinly . " are you keeping someone in the cellar ?? " genuine question , arms raising out of concern .
" ... you know what —— I don't even wanna know . "
Murder. He already wants to snap his neck, but instead he’s just smiling.
“Fine. Do not touch the bourbon in the house. That’s too rich for you. Stay out of the cellar in the basement.”
lips curling even more. "nope. maybe if you didn't chase me when we first met, it might be a ten, but you know, can't go back in time." a tease, nothing more.