( it's safe to say this wasn't the answer he was expecting, if the look of impressed confusion across his features is any tell all sign. he still loves when damon is like this -- keeping him on his toes, surprising him, being charming and handsome and quietly thoughtful. there's a wonder inspired smile on his lips a second later, accepting the glass with a cheers upwards before it all goes down the hatch in one swing.
he never said he couldn't drink, okay, the fruity stuff just tastes better.
he thumps the now empty glass to damon's chest as he walks his way in through the door of his house, sharing glances around. )
Are we? ( he spins on his heels back to face him, tilting his head. ) What for? I had something else in mind.
We're going camping, ( damon says loftily, like it's obvious, dick, keep up. he hates camping, hates being away from hot running water and good food sources and his comfortable bed... but dick is stressed out, and damon's response to stress is to either kill it or run from it. as this is eudio, murder is not an option, so taking an impromptu camping trip will have to do. )
I don't have any gear, so we have to pick some stuff up before we go. You could text your family so they don't panic, too, but if you want to give them a good scare for a bit I don't blame you.
( as damon says all this he's pocketing his phone and wallet (something he has never had to have before, seriously, fuck eudio's embargo on compulsion), grabbing his keys, and walking past dick to put the glass in the sink. when all that is done, he comes up behind dick, putting his hands on his waist and nudging his nose against his hair. )
Thought you'd like to get away from everything for a while. Was I wrong?
( it all strikes him as very un-damon like -- which in turn makes this look of awe cross his features as damon fusses about, as if this is something ordinary for them. which it isn't, right? damon is certainly not an outdoorsman, and would probably suit better to being naked in bed all day in between feedings and fuckings, but this is -- thoughtful. and yes, exactly what dick needs.
he minds himself not to look too touched, thinking damon wouldn't like the scrutiny of it, spinning in his arms so he can cup his hands to the sides of his neck. )
You want to take a trip with me?
( it deserves a kiss -- a short one, for now, but with the promise of a lot more later. he hums against him. )
Yeah, it sounds like a good time. I'll make you s'mores. ( his lips curl up wickedly. ) I know the lay of the mountains pretty well.
( absofuckinglutely damon would be better suited to staying at home and feeding and fucking all day, but contrary to popular belief he is capable of thiking of people other than himself. dick has this look on his face like he's trying very hard not to look at damon like he hung the goddamn moon, and damon would balk under even the hint of such an expression, but... it's dick. similar to the way it is with elena, damon wants dick to adore him, to see him as worthy of that affection. it's still uncomfortable, but not as much as it might be otherwise.
he wraps his arms around dick's waist and hums an affirmative, nibbling on dick's lip. he's hungry, tempted to have a quick bite before they leave, but he wants to get out of civilization as soon as possible, and if he feeds on dick they'll inevitably get distracted. )
I want you to get away from whatever bullshit is stressing you out. Even if it means I have to sleep in a tent for a few days.
( with one last nip to dick's lip, damon pulls away from him, going to grab a jacket from the closet. )
( he's been careful with assuming anything about damon since he's lashed back so hard last time -- but his affection, his kindness feels undeniable now, with each little bite at his lips and each returning kiss dick offers him, hands holding either one of his strong biceps. he's a lot softer than he lets on, but dick won't be foolish enough to call him out on it again. when damon steps away dick lets him go, and that's that.
he hovers near the door, helping himself back into his jacket, talking over his shoulder towards damon. )
Not bad. It's my backyard. ( or something like that. he shrugs. ) There's a map of it on your phone, but some areas of it are a little rough with disuse. It's very beautiful, though. ( but they aren't exactly sightseeing. they're running away. ) There are some springs. Some places off the map, a little bit more secluded, if you're interested.
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he never said he couldn't drink, okay, the fruity stuff just tastes better.
he thumps the now empty glass to damon's chest as he walks his way in through the door of his house, sharing glances around. )
Are we? ( he spins on his heels back to face him, tilting his head. ) What for? I had something else in mind.
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I don't have any gear, so we have to pick some stuff up before we go. You could text your family so they don't panic, too, but if you want to give them a good scare for a bit I don't blame you.
( as damon says all this he's pocketing his phone and wallet (something he has never had to have before, seriously, fuck eudio's embargo on compulsion), grabbing his keys, and walking past dick to put the glass in the sink. when all that is done, he comes up behind dick, putting his hands on his waist and nudging his nose against his hair. )
Thought you'd like to get away from everything for a while. Was I wrong?
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he minds himself not to look too touched, thinking damon wouldn't like the scrutiny of it, spinning in his arms so he can cup his hands to the sides of his neck. )
You want to take a trip with me?
( it deserves a kiss -- a short one, for now, but with the promise of a lot more later. he hums against him. )
Yeah, it sounds like a good time. I'll make you s'mores. ( his lips curl up wickedly. ) I know the lay of the mountains pretty well.
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he wraps his arms around dick's waist and hums an affirmative, nibbling on dick's lip. he's hungry, tempted to have a quick bite before they leave, but he wants to get out of civilization as soon as possible, and if he feeds on dick they'll inevitably get distracted. )
I want you to get away from whatever bullshit is stressing you out. Even if it means I have to sleep in a tent for a few days.
( with one last nip to dick's lip, damon pulls away from him, going to grab a jacket from the closet. )
Yeah? How's that, mountain man?
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( he's been careful with assuming anything about damon since he's lashed back so hard last time -- but his affection, his kindness feels undeniable now, with each little bite at his lips and each returning kiss dick offers him, hands holding either one of his strong biceps. he's a lot softer than he lets on, but dick won't be foolish enough to call him out on it again. when damon steps away dick lets him go, and that's that.
he hovers near the door, helping himself back into his jacket, talking over his shoulder towards damon. )
Not bad. It's my backyard. ( or something like that. he shrugs. ) There's a map of it on your phone, but some areas of it are a little rough with disuse. It's very beautiful, though. ( but they aren't exactly sightseeing. they're running away. ) There are some springs. Some places off the map, a little bit more secluded, if you're interested.