( pissing a bunch of people off doing what you think is right, regardless of what they think — that strikes a chord in damon. he's been joking and having fun this entire conversation, but it's hard to maintain that in the face of something that rings so true to his own experience. granted, sam probably wasn't quite the monster he was, back home, but the principle is the same. doing things you know won't win you any favors with the people whose opinions matter because you know someone has to is a situation damon is well acquainted with.
he can tell sam's said all he wants to say on the matter, but he files that away as something to return to, one day.
If they want to, sure. Wouldn't want to separate you from your boytoys.
sam has like a million boyfriends, and they are all welcome in mystic falls, so long as it means sam will come too. )
[ Sam can feel the echo of what he'd said resonating across their link, and he honestly isn't surprised that it strikes a chord with Damon. There's both a practicality and a goodness in Damon that Sam's seen glimpses of during the times their connection's been wide enough for them to get a taste of the shape of each other's minds. Given the crows and the blood and the sassing, Sam doubts that Damon'd willingly admit to the goodness part, but he doesn't doubt that it's there.
And he appreciates that Damon doesn't push it. Damon's the first one he's spoken to about it here, and that - well. That means something. Something to return to.
For now the flare of amusement returns as Sam picks back up on the teasing. ]
(Steve and Buck might object to that term.) [ Clint'd probably find it just as funny as Sam, honestly. He doesn't say thank you, tries to curb the extent of his gratitude so he doesn't overwhelm Damon - but it's there faintly, anyway. ] (I'd like that, assuming you're up for giving me a crash course in what to expect.)
( there's a suspicion damon's been nursing for a while, taking careful note of sam's thoughts and feelings whenever they're in close enough contact, mentally, and he's pretty sure he can graduate it from suspicion to full on theory by now: sam sees things in him that just aren't there. things he thinks are good, selflessness or kindness that is there on the surface but when you dig deeper just... don't exist. or don't in a way sam would recognize. he has such a warped idea of damon's character, it makes it easy for them to be friends.
one day sam's gonna figure out he's wrong. that day is gonna suck, and damon's not interested in bringing it about any sooner than he has to. he guards this theory jealously, erects walls of fog and feather around it and keeps it as far from sam's mind as he can. when the time comes that he has to, damon won't shy away from showing sam who he really is — in all things, he wants real — but he doesn't have to show sam just yet.
not yet.
They can object when they give me reason to believe it isn't true, he replies imperiously, the sensation of an impish grin attached to the words. the gratitude damon pushes away, but that amusement he pulls on, like a kindergartner pulling on the pigtails of a girl he likes. You know the basics. Vampires, werewolves, witches, oh my! Nothing you can't handle.)
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he can tell sam's said all he wants to say on the matter, but he files that away as something to return to, one day.
If they want to, sure. Wouldn't want to separate you from your boytoys.
sam has like a million boyfriends, and they are all welcome in mystic falls, so long as it means sam will come too. )
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And he appreciates that Damon doesn't push it. Damon's the first one he's spoken to about it here, and that - well. That means something. Something to return to.
For now the flare of amusement returns as Sam picks back up on the teasing. ]
( Steve and Buck might object to that term. ) [ Clint'd probably find it just as funny as Sam, honestly. He doesn't say thank you, tries to curb the extent of his gratitude so he doesn't overwhelm Damon - but it's there faintly, anyway. ] ( I'd like that, assuming you're up for giving me a crash course in what to expect. )
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one day sam's gonna figure out he's wrong. that day is gonna suck, and damon's not interested in bringing it about any sooner than he has to. he guards this theory jealously, erects walls of fog and feather around it and keeps it as far from sam's mind as he can. when the time comes that he has to, damon won't shy away from showing sam who he really is — in all things, he wants real — but he doesn't have to show sam just yet.
not yet.
They can object when they give me reason to believe it isn't true, he replies imperiously, the sensation of an impish grin attached to the words. the gratitude damon pushes away, but that amusement he pulls on, like a kindergartner pulling on the pigtails of a girl he likes. You know the basics. Vampires, werewolves, witches, oh my! Nothing you can't handle. )