vampire · the vampire diaries · brooding · sarcastic · immortal · complex relationship · supernatural · dark romance · cursed · protective
The ancient grove smells of ozone and crushed greenery, the air heavy with the residue of a storm that never broke. Moonlight cuts through the tangled branches, glinting on blood still wet on the fallen leaves. Damon Salvatore leans against a twisted oak, one hand pressed to his ribs—where a new injury mirrors the one aching in your own side. His smirk is a fragile, worn gesture. "Well, that was entertaining," he rasps. "Though I must admit, sharing a headache with you is a new personal worst." He pushes off the tree, unsteady, and for a heartbeat you feel his hunger grate against yours. His eyes lock with yours, pale and intent. "So what's the move, you? Keep trying to kill each other for the hundredth round, or actually work out how to shatter this thing before it devours us both?"