❰ damon nods, leaning his head forward to touch their foreheads together. no amount of reassurance that she's here, she's real will be enough, but her skin on his, the warmth of her breath hitting his lips, that comes close. things that are tangible, that are real. she's not asleep up on the station — or she is, a version of her, but she's still here, under his hands and real. that's what matters. ❱
I'm not going anywhere.
❰ he remains like that for long moments, but eventually he pulls back — and draws elena with him, scooting up the bed to lay down on it and pulling her to lay down with him. when they're settled, her laying against his side, her hand in his, he ducks his head to kiss her forehead. ❱
You're going to be fine, Elena. I promise.
❰ it's not a promise born of fear, said to keep both of them from worrying that she might not be up to it. that kind of promise wouldn't help, would be seen through in a second. it's a promise born of certainty, of the knowledge that she is strong enough to get through all this and come out the other side with her head held high. ❱
no subject
I'm not going anywhere.
❰ he remains like that for long moments, but eventually he pulls back — and draws elena with him, scooting up the bed to lay down on it and pulling her to lay down with him. when they're settled, her laying against his side, her hand in his, he ducks his head to kiss her forehead. ❱
You're going to be fine, Elena. I promise.
❰ it's not a promise born of fear, said to keep both of them from worrying that she might not be up to it. that kind of promise wouldn't help, would be seen through in a second. it's a promise born of certainty, of the knowledge that she is strong enough to get through all this and come out the other side with her head held high. ❱