[ That, too. It's not necessarily that Sam trusts Damon not to use it on him or his friends like that, it's... well, all right, it's maybe a little that he trusts Damon not to do it to them, at least not in a way like Hydra or Loki.
There's the impression of a grin, followed by movement - Sam's on his way - and that affection is returned right back. ]
(I'm working just as hard to keep the surprise, is all. 'Sides, sugarpie, I know the jacket was half just because you wanted some eye candy.)
( damon's not above using compulsion against his friends. his moral lines are weird and always fluctuating, ranging from "normal human" to "monster far removed from actual morality". if he saw gain in it, or thought it was necessary, he'd even compel sam. his ambitions, at least, are not on loki or hydra's scale — he wants to live, and he wants to protect his people. unless clint or bucky got in the way of that, there'd be no reason for him to turn on them.
What if I hate surprises? What would you do then? he isn't fond of them the way some are, certainly — if anyone ever threw damon a surprise birthday party he'd just walk straight back out — but he doesn't hate them. sam knows that; sam's been in his head.
[ That's a bridge they'll have to cross when they come to it, then - but at the moment, Sam's pretty confident that as long as he and his friends aren't looking to hurt Damon or Elena, or do anything that might end up doing the same, he can count on Damon.
It helps that he counts Damon as one of his people. They aren't broodmates, but Sam doesn't give a shit about that. He chooses who he wants in his life, and he won't let the symbiote change that. ]
(I'd hope it's a good enough one for you to look past that, pooh bear.)
[ Amusement flows across their link, along with the impression of a flash of teeth in a grin. As far as Sam's concerned, that's as good as confirming it. He's just about at the hotel now, though, so he doesn't reply with words. Instead he lets himself in - him and the large alien bird on his arm. Its wicked looking talons are attached to feet that look closer to paws than bird feet, and there's fur mixed in the downy feathers on its body and over its head. Its jet black feathers shine with just a hint of red in the light, and all six of its eyes take in its new surroundings before it swivels its head back to look at Sam. ]
Don't bite anything, all right, I don't know if you've lost all your baby teeth yet and I'm not picking any more of them out of the furniture.
[ Because yes, of course it has not only a beak, but a couple of rows of shark-like teeth hidden inside it. ]
( damon can feel sam's rapid approach as well, so he doesn't bother with any more words through the link. all sam gets is damon's own amusement mingling with his, and the impression that this isn't over — there will be more terrible pet names in his future.
when sam enters with the bird on his arm, damon's eyebrow shoots up, and he's off the couch and on his feet almost before he realizes it, a quirk of a smile on his face. )
That is my surprise? I get you a jacket and you get me a bird?
( the delight in his voice is clear — it's been a while since damon has had a pet. he'd had to kill merlo to survive stefan's forced cleanse, and there's just never been time or reason to get another. bonding with an animal in the way necessary to form that connection he had with merlo takes time, commitment, effort, none of which damon was willing to spend back in mystic falls when there was so much else that required his immediate attention.
he has missed having a companion, and birds always were his favourites. )
[ Sam would be disappointed if it was over; he's expecting so many more awful pet names. It's - well, it's something Sam appreciates, having the kind of friendship with Damon where he can do stupid shit.
And seeing Damon's delight in his present, Sam can't help but grin back.
He reaches up to stroke over the bird's head, rolling his eyes with a little chuckle when the bird snaps its beak at Sam's hand before allowing him to scratch his fingers through its feathers, two pairs of eyes sliding shut in contentment. ]
He's too old to be with the other babies now, and I thought of you. I think we both got a fondness for birds. [ He holds his arm out, offering the alien creature to Damon. ]
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There's the impression of a grin, followed by movement - Sam's on his way - and that affection is returned right back. ]
( I'm working just as hard to keep the surprise, is all. 'Sides, sugarpie, I know the jacket was half just because you wanted some eye candy. )
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What if I hate surprises? What would you do then? he isn't fond of them the way some are, certainly — if anyone ever threw damon a surprise birthday party he'd just walk straight back out — but he doesn't hate them. sam knows that; sam's been in his head.
I can neither confirm nor deny that, pumpkin.)
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It helps that he counts Damon as one of his people. They aren't broodmates, but Sam doesn't give a shit about that. He chooses who he wants in his life, and he won't let the symbiote change that. ]
( I'd hope it's a good enough one for you to look past that, pooh bear. )
[ Amusement flows across their link, along with the impression of a flash of teeth in a grin. As far as Sam's concerned, that's as good as confirming it. He's just about at the hotel now, though, so he doesn't reply with words. Instead he lets himself in - him and the large alien bird on his arm. Its wicked looking talons are attached to feet that look closer to paws than bird feet, and there's fur mixed in the downy feathers on its body and over its head. Its jet black feathers shine with just a hint of red in the light, and all six of its eyes take in its new surroundings before it swivels its head back to look at Sam. ]
Don't bite anything, all right, I don't know if you've lost all your baby teeth yet and I'm not picking any more of them out of the furniture.
[ Because yes, of course it has not only a beak, but a couple of rows of shark-like teeth hidden inside it. ]
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when sam enters with the bird on his arm, damon's eyebrow shoots up, and he's off the couch and on his feet almost before he realizes it, a quirk of a smile on his face. )
That is my surprise? I get you a jacket and you get me a bird?
( the delight in his voice is clear — it's been a while since damon has had a pet. he'd had to kill merlo to survive stefan's forced cleanse, and there's just never been time or reason to get another. bonding with an animal in the way necessary to form that connection he had with merlo takes time, commitment, effort, none of which damon was willing to spend back in mystic falls when there was so much else that required his immediate attention.
he has missed having a companion, and birds always were his favourites. )
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And seeing Damon's delight in his present, Sam can't help but grin back.
He reaches up to stroke over the bird's head, rolling his eyes with a little chuckle when the bird snaps its beak at Sam's hand before allowing him to scratch his fingers through its feathers, two pairs of eyes sliding shut in contentment. ]
He's too old to be with the other babies now, and I thought of you. I think we both got a fondness for birds. [ He holds his arm out, offering the alien creature to Damon. ]