blooded: ᴀʟʟ ɪᴄᴏɴs ʙʏ SHITHOUSE. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ. (🌑|022.)
shitbird. ([personal profile] blooded) wrote in [community profile] station72 2017-07-30 07:47 am (UTC)

damon is about to respond, when he can feel her hunger expanding in his own mind. hunger and disgust, discomfort with what she is, and it hits him all of a sudden — sam had said she was a vampire. how that can be, he doesn't know — she shouldn't have turned from drinking his blood unless she died, and there are plenty people who have gone into comas here and not died. sam's steve is one of them.

he can ask about that in a second. what matters most is getting her to calm down and focus. damon squeezes elena's waist gently, trying to draw her attention from her own thoughts back to him.


Hey, 'Lena. Breathe. I know you're hungry and it sucks, but we have to focus.

after a second, damon opens up his own mind to elena, just a fraction, like a corridor leading her to one thought in particular. there is a section of his head walled off at all times, though the wall is semi-permeable — his hunger is kept in check behind this wall, even as he is always aware of it. right now he's almost starving, but he can focus on other things because that wall is in place. he invites her to poke at the wall, see how it works, and try to erect one of her own. it won't be easy for a newbie vampire, and likely won't hold long, but if she can figure it out, she should be able to hold a conversation long enough for him to get answers out of her.

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