❰ he knows this song, he knows this dance — he's sung it himself more times than he can count, after all. he feels no guilt, doesn't know regret... except when he does. except when he does. but that pain is his, and he won't share it with anyone, certainly not an enemy. not someone who might stab him as soon as listen to him.
lakshmi pulls the knife out of her shoulder and damon bares his teeth, inhuman and wrathful. her blood drips onto his nose, slides down his face, and damon makes no move to wipe it away.
she hates what he is so much, she's so unwilling to give elena a moment's reprieve from the shittiness of her life? fine. he will be everything she thinks he is and more.
damon surges forward, bowling lakshmi over so that he has her pinned beneath him. one hand holds her head against the floor, cheek pressed into the carpet, the other holds her arm down by the wrist. there's something snappy he could say, probably. some quip that would show her how unaffected he is. but he's rather done with talking, and he'd guess she is as well. so he doesn't say anything.
he just sinks his teeth into lakshmi's shoulder, rending her skin open, and drinks her blood. ❱
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lakshmi pulls the knife out of her shoulder and damon bares his teeth, inhuman and wrathful. her blood drips onto his nose, slides down his face, and damon makes no move to wipe it away.
she hates what he is so much, she's so unwilling to give elena a moment's reprieve from the shittiness of her life? fine. he will be everything she thinks he is and more.
damon surges forward, bowling lakshmi over so that he has her pinned beneath him. one hand holds her head against the floor, cheek pressed into the carpet, the other holds her arm down by the wrist. there's something snappy he could say, probably. some quip that would show her how unaffected he is. but he's rather done with talking, and he'd guess she is as well. so he doesn't say anything.
he just sinks his teeth into lakshmi's shoulder, rending her skin open, and drinks her blood. ❱