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Post by Damon Salvatore on Oct 2, 2012 20:48:31 GMT -5
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CAN I GET LITTLE AMEN? FOR ALL THE BLEEDING AND THE PRAYIN? I HAD TO STRUGGLE TO BE GRACIOUS. NOW WE CAN TOUCH IT, WE CAN TASTE IT.[/SUB] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/COLOR] He sat there as it was his shift to watch Elena now that his brother has run off and gone be a hero somewhere, not that Damon had any idea what Stefan was up to but he had a feeling it was to reverse the mistake he had made. Of course Stefan knew that Elena would be pissed at him if for lingering around as there should be other things he should be doing, at least that's how Damon saw it. Stefan was afraid to make Elena hate him any more than he figured she did so instead of facing that he let himself become occupied with whatever it is he should be doing. It started to make Damon wonder exactly how his brother's mind had worked, though regardless of that he like Damon would be set in his ways. Damon's way was to protect Elena at all costs, he loved her and no matter how many times he gets rejected from his advances he will prove to be the better man by protecting her from whatever is happening. Everything will be okay, Damon has to believe that it will. "I'm not sure you'll appreciate the cruel irony in what I'm about to say but if you don't wake up soon Elena I'll kill you. Anxious here." Anxious enough that he seems to be shaking his leg and biting his nails ever so slightly in contemplative thought. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED: Elena
LYRICS: Soul Wars - AWOLNATION
NOTES: We can go anywhere you'd like with this thread.
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Oct 3, 2012 23:43:50 GMT -5
 sometimes i wish for falling, wish for the releaseWISH FOR FALLING THROUGH THE AIR TO GIVE ME SOME RELIEF~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was dark and foggy where Elena was. Somewhere far away from everyone and everything. For a day and a half she’d been, for the most part, unconscious. Long periods of nothingness were interrupted by strange images her mind conjured up, mixtures of memories and bits of information her senses picked up. Images turned to scenes. Scenes became a story. A voice would trigger a memory her imagination would warp into something else.
The first sensation Elena was consciously aware of was a profound feeling of weight. Physically, her every limb felt big and heavy. A steady, rhythmic beeping sounded somewhere far away. Gradually it got louder. Elena wished it would stop so she could go back to sleep.
A voice found its way to her. At first it was far away and she could make out the tone, the rise and fall of octaves, but not the words. And then it got clearer, crisper.
Damon.
She tried to open her eyes, but a bright light made her squeeze them shut again. She made a soft groaning sound and tried again to open her eyes, slowly this time. Everything was blurry. She blinked several times to bring the world into focus. She was in a stark room and there was a sharp, sterile smell she knew all too well.
A hospital.
Movement off to the side made Elena turn her head. Damon was sitting beside her bed. She stared at him for a moment, straining her memory.
“Damon…”
Her voice came out small and hoarse. Her throat was dry and sore. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
because falling's not the problem, when i'm falling i'm at peace
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Post by Damon Salvatore on Oct 4, 2012 19:50:39 GMT -5
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CAN I GET LITTLE AMEN? FOR ALL THE BLEEDING AND THE PRAYIN? I HAD TO STRUGGLE TO BE GRACIOUS. NOW WE CAN TOUCH IT, WE CAN TASTE IT.[/SUB] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/COLOR] When he saw her stir he immediately paused all alacrity movements and sat still, he leaned forward and places his hands in fists under his chin wrapped in within one another, his eyes narrowed. He tried to look past her, past flesh and bone and listened in to see if he could sense anything different about her, anything that would cause him to be alert for any reason. He wanted to know if some horrible fate has befallen her or if she needed help, did she need him to do something? Did she need him to go get Stefan. When she awoke he leaned back in his chair, he could see the pupils of her eyes now. He seemed unimpressed, but it was a face he put on so she didn't see just how worried he was about her- still is really. There wasn't much Damon could say to Elena, she made it clear where her heart lies and there wasn't anything that Damon could do to change her mind, she once said it wasn't right, but Damon still has to cling to the belief that it's not just not right, it simply wasn't right now. Part of him wants him to let go of that, but it's the human in him that see's the light in Elena Gilbert and wants nothing more than to bask in it. "Well if it isn't Sleeping Beauty finally gracing us with her presence, how do you feel?" He asked curiously, he flicked his tongue to wet his cold dry lips as he let out an empty breath in a sigh that might come off as annoyance but it is most definitely the relief that she in fact could open her eyes. What more could Damon ask for? There was a lot more he could ask for but he'd never ask, not again. Not to be rejected like he has in the past. He believes he doesn't deserve more than what he has, and he's right about that to a degree, all he can do is be thankful she opened her eyes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED: Elena
LYRICS: Soul Wars - AWOLNATION
NOTES: We can go anywhere you'd like with this thread.
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Oct 6, 2012 14:13:14 GMT -5
sometimes i wish for falling, wish for the release
WISH FOR FALLING THROUGH THE AIR TO GIVE ME SOME RELIEF
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was an effort to blink Damon into focus. Everything felt heavy and looked hazy. Damon looked... well, like Damon: cool, calm, eyes too sharp. He almost looked relaxed.
Almost. With the exception of a tension in his shoulders and his jaw. Elena wondered how long he'd been sitting there.
"Well if it isn't Sleeping Beauty finally gracing us with her presence, how do you feel?"
Only Damon could make someone else's head injury sound like a deliberate inconvenience to him. Elena tried to sit up. Her head spun and she quickly lie back down.
"Ugh. My head hurts."
She made another attempt to sit up, slower this time and prepared for the dizziness. Once in a sitting position she adjusted her hospital gown, vaguely wondering where her clothes had ended up. She couldn't even remember what she'd been wearing.
"How long have you been here?"
She rubbed her eyes groggily, glancing around the room for a clock. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
because falling's not the problem, when i'm falling i'm at peace
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