❰ it is a little ridiculous, but you have to imagine something, and his usual go-to images wouldn't work for elena — rivers of blood, walls of feathers, impenetrable fog... that's not her style. she'll find something that works for her, but for now she's stuck with his little wall.
as she builds her own wall, damon just stands with her, breathing, slow and deliberate, hoping her breath will sync with his. he can feel her panic battering at the edges of his own shields, and he wants to know why this is happening, how she turned, what could have happened in the few days she was asleep to force her to make the choice — but she can't explain anything to him if she can't think for hunger or breathe for fear.
eventually, elena slumps, the predator in her quietened, at least for now, and his hands move from her waist to her face, drawing her chin up to look him in the eye. ❱
You with me now? Can you tell me how all this happened? Last I knew you were human and in a coma.
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as she builds her own wall, damon just stands with her, breathing, slow and deliberate, hoping her breath will sync with his. he can feel her panic battering at the edges of his own shields, and he wants to know why this is happening, how she turned, what could have happened in the few days she was asleep to force her to make the choice — but she can't explain anything to him if she can't think for hunger or breathe for fear.
eventually, elena slumps, the predator in her quietened, at least for now, and his hands move from her waist to her face, drawing her chin up to look him in the eye. ❱
You with me now? Can you tell me how all this happened? Last I knew you were human and in a coma.