blooded: ᴀʟʟ ɪᴄᴏɴs ʙʏ SHITHOUSE. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ. (Default)
shitbird. ([personal profile] blooded) wrote2017-01-26 08:17 am

MENTAL LINK ❰ ɪɴʙᴏx ❱









BLOOD
its burden is a beast



FEAR



FURY



LOVE
i will always choose you






sizeofyourbaggage: (so what you're saying is)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2017-09-10 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
( Uh-huh. I think I'd rather call it being a jackass. )

[ Which he's already well aware that Damon can be, honestly, and he's not gonna be all judgey about it. His tone is almost teasing.

Sam would be a huge hypocrite if he dropped Damon because of something he did when consumed by anger and grief. But just because he's not fickle, just because he hasn't stopped loving Damon doesn't mean he's gonna let it slide when Damon's shitty to him. His shields are up more than they usually are with him, and Sam's a little more distant. ]


( Where are you? )
sizeofyourbaggage: (if you say so)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2017-09-10 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stop being so damn endearing, Damon.

Except no, don't stop, because it's hard to deny the fondness that trickles out even through the exasperation. Still, Sam is mad, and even though he knows damn well he's not gonna stay mad forever, he's not quite willing to give it up.

Not until they actually talk, which - well. Damon pretty much said the magic words there. There's a hum of agreement across the mental link, and he traces it back to the room. He leans against the door once it's shut behind him, raising an eyebrow. ]


We gonna talk about you punching my face in or about avoiding me?
sizeofyourbaggage: (hey there)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2017-09-10 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ London pulls a smile from him, and Sam reaches up to card his fingers through the feathers on his back, between his wings. Yeah, yeah, all right, Damon's trying - and Sam appreciates it.

It's a balance, between being too accepting and drifting into enabling and being too harsh and drifting into judging, but it's not a balance that Sam's unfamiliar with. And it's not one that he expects to get right every time - he sure as hell hasn't in the past - but he's not perfect. Neither is Damon, and Sam'd never want him to be.

He kind of gets the feeling that doing this, that having people who stay around after a fight like that and make an apology necessary - having people who still love him even when things are bad - is rare for Damon. ]


You think?

[ But he shakes his head, and his mind opens back up a little as he moves in closer. ]

We can raid the stocks in the kitchen later, see what passes for alcohol around here. God knows I need it. How you doing with all this, huh?