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( she debates whether or not to keep it to herself, suck it up and stomach the synthetic blood, but in the end the very human housemate kind of outweighs the weird stubborn insistence to act like Everything Is Fine Always. )
Are you at home?
Are you at home?
( damon can practically feel drama dripping off this text. he's had to get very attuned to it, in the past year and a half in mystic falls, and he likes to think he has a pretty good sensor for what will and will not start his life on a roller coaster of bullshit. this text is practically screaming TERRIBLE THINGS ARE ABOUT TO HAPPEN!
which means, of course, that damon's going to answer it with a drink in hand. after a slight pause, long enough to pour himself two fingers of bourbon, damon texts back. )
Could be. Why?
which means, of course, that damon's going to answer it with a drink in hand. after a slight pause, long enough to pour himself two fingers of bourbon, damon texts back. )
Could be. Why?
I'm out. ( she hits send before she can back out, and although the meaning is probably fairly transparent she follows it up with context a moment later. ) Of donations, I mean. It's not code red or anything, but if you've got the synthetic stuff on hand it'd be helpful.
( helpful if people want to watch her puke twenty minutes later but y'know. details. )
( helpful if people want to watch her puke twenty minutes later but y'know. details. )
If you eat the synthetic stuff, what will happen? Can you even keep it down?
( damon's not about to enable elena's dumbass martyrpire shtick. she transitioned, she gets to live with the consequences. he's already drafting a "hey, me and my friend need blood donations, who's game?" post for the network in his head. )
( damon's not about to enable elena's dumbass martyrpire shtick. she transitioned, she gets to live with the consequences. he's already drafting a "hey, me and my friend need blood donations, who's game?" post for the network in his head. )
Don't hurt him or I will hurt you.
[ look, he's even being Serious with Capitalization and Punctuation. because this is dick he's talking about and wally takes his status as best friend very seriously. and maybe a little territorially. and overprotectively. maybe it's not entirely heroic of him to be threatening people, but. what can he say. he's not clark kent. ]
[ look, he's even being Serious with Capitalization and Punctuation. because this is dick he's talking about and wally takes his status as best friend very seriously. and maybe a little territorially. and overprotectively. maybe it's not entirely heroic of him to be threatening people, but. what can he say. he's not clark kent. ]
[ okay, guess dick never mentioned "wally west, my best friend." it's fine. ]
You can help me by not fucking around.
Dick deserves the best.
If you're not the best, we're going to have a problem.
You can help me by not fucking around.
Dick deserves the best.
If you're not the best, we're going to have a problem.
( they've been otherwise occupied every time they've hung out okay, there hasn't been time to talk aboutfriends. )
You're his roommate, right? Does he know that you're threatening his fuckbuddy for him? Not sure Dick would appreciate that.
( "fuckbuddy" as though damon doesn't know they're more than that. he's not about to acknowledge that to wally, though. )
You're his roommate, right? Does he know that you're threatening his fuckbuddy for him? Not sure Dick would appreciate that.
( "fuckbuddy" as though damon doesn't know they're more than that. he's not about to acknowledge that to wally, though. )
[ s i g h ]
Roommate, best friend, confidant.
[ he types probably more than you'll ever be out of spite but then decides better and deletes it. he's not that much of an asshole. at least, not tonight. he's not even sure why he's so angry about this. maybe it's just because he's never had to share dick with anyone else before. (when they were both in relationships, it never really mattered. now, dick is all he has.) ]
We look out for each other. Always have.
Don't fuck it up with him.
Roommate, best friend, confidant.
[ he types probably more than you'll ever be out of spite but then decides better and deletes it. he's not that much of an asshole. at least, not tonight. he's not even sure why he's so angry about this. maybe it's just because he's never had to share dick with anyone else before. (when they were both in relationships, it never really mattered. now, dick is all he has.) ]
We look out for each other. Always have.
Don't fuck it up with him.
[ so, in retrospect, there was definitely some overreacting going on. and a lot of jealousy. that's pretty much not an issue anymore, since things have been escalating with dick and -- well, really, there's never been a particularly good reason for wally to be jealous of anyone when it comes to dick because he knows where he stands in dick's life. it just happens. he can't help it. but he's definitely, mostly over it. enough to realize, yeah, he was an asshole. on purpose. dick move, wally. ]
[ so pi day seems like as good a day as any to attempt an apology, in the one way that's always spoken to him the most: food. at some point during the day, a blackberry pie will mysteriously show up outside damon's door. how does wally know where he lives? who knows. don't question it. there's a note attached to the pie box, too, in wally's messy scrawl:
maybe not the best apology, but he tried. ]
[ so pi day seems like as good a day as any to attempt an apology, in the one way that's always spoken to him the most: food. at some point during the day, a blackberry pie will mysteriously show up outside damon's door. how does wally know where he lives? who knows. don't question it. there's a note attached to the pie box, too, in wally's messy scrawl:
maybe not the best apology, but he tried. ]
( well, that's got damon on the alert. he knows... not as much about dick's life here as he would like, but enough. he knows he hasfamily here, that he has an annoyingly protective roommate (who nonetheless makes good pie), knows dick's life is complicated in much the same way damon's is, and they've tried to keep those complications from each other as much as possible. that dick is admitting to being stressed at all makes damon feel... a little angry, honestly, at whoever's making him feel that way. )
Come over.
( he'll get the details after he's helped dick relax. )
Come over.
( he'll get the details after he's helped dick relax. )
Be a few.
( the nightwing secret is still one that dick keeps close, so he arrives at damon's place in no later than fifteen minutes, riding a mock-up motorcycle he's spent some time in developing. he is grateful damon seems to know without really knowing, that dick needs someone right now -- someone uninvolved and uncomplicated, someone he cares about and who cares about him. damon is the only one who fits in that role as far as dick can see, and he's fine relying on him -- he trusts it isn't misplaced.
he knocks a few times, slinking his leather jacket off his shoulders and folding it over his arm. )
( the nightwing secret is still one that dick keeps close, so he arrives at damon's place in no later than fifteen minutes, riding a mock-up motorcycle he's spent some time in developing. he is grateful damon seems to know without really knowing, that dick needs someone right now -- someone uninvolved and uncomplicated, someone he cares about and who cares about him. damon is the only one who fits in that role as far as dick can see, and he's fine relying on him -- he trusts it isn't misplaced.
he knocks a few times, slinking his leather jacket off his shoulders and folding it over his arm. )
( while dick makes his way over to damon's apartment, damon is busy making preparations. a roadtrip to georgia isn't happening, clearly, and their options for ways to get out of the city are more limited than damon would like, but that doesn't mean there's nowhere to go. they'll have to stop at a shop somewhere for supplies, damon will have to bring the gross synthetic blood, elena would probably appreciate a text to let her know he hasn't completely left the city... lots to do.
by the time dick shows up and knocks, damon's already got a bag packed and a drink poured. he answers the door with the tumbler of bourbon in hand, holding it out to dick in greeting. bourbon may not be dick's favourite drink, but it has more of a kick than an appletini, and dick sounded like he could use something like that. )
Drink quick, we're going shopping.
by the time dick shows up and knocks, damon's already got a bag packed and a drink poured. he answers the door with the tumbler of bourbon in hand, holding it out to dick in greeting. bourbon may not be dick's favourite drink, but it has more of a kick than an appletini, and dick sounded like he could use something like that. )
Drink quick, we're going shopping.
( 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.
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?
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.
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. )
Yeah? How's that, mountain man?
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?
How very thoughtful of you.
( 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.
( 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.
Hey, do you have a moment?
I finally got out of grading hell, and I wanted to talk to you about something in person.
[Even if she's been keeping her distance - it hurts, really, if she's honest - she figures she owes him a full conversation before heading back home.]
I finally got out of grading hell, and I wanted to talk to you about something in person.
[Even if she's been keeping her distance - it hurts, really, if she's honest - she figures she owes him a full conversation before heading back home.]
( specifically post-birthday ( dick is a detective, he has his Ways of finding things out ), there appears a box on damon's doorstep. perhaps something like a suspicious box, all things considered, black and sleek and without a card until further prodding inside. directly under the top, there sits a crucifix -- a joke, probably a cruel one, until damon gets the card underneath signed, 'Button ups are so last century. - Dick G.'
predictably, behind some dark tissue paper, there's a black, long sleeved shirt, made to hug the body and fitted to suit damon flawlessly, situated on top of an easy to move in leather jacket. buried inside there's a long debated after key before dick just said fuck it -- one naturally to the front door of his apartment, hopefully sending the you're always welcome message instead of the lets go behind her back one. either way it reads off! happy birthday, damon. )
predictably, behind some dark tissue paper, there's a black, long sleeved shirt, made to hug the body and fitted to suit damon flawlessly, situated on top of an easy to move in leather jacket. buried inside there's a long debated after key before dick just said fuck it -- one naturally to the front door of his apartment, hopefully sending the you're always welcome message instead of the lets go behind her back one. either way it reads off! happy birthday, damon. )
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