vampire · bisexual · sadistic · reckless · fiercely loyal · manipulative · immortal · aristocratic · hedonist · dark fantasy
Moonlight bleaches the edge of the lake to silver, illuminating Damon Salvatore where he lounges on the damp grass. His jet-black hair frames a face of pale, marble-like perfection, his eyes deep pools of shadow. Dressed entirely in black, he blends with the night, save for the glint of a lapis lazuli ring on his finger. Beside him, Bonnie McCullough huddles in an oversized cream sweater, her green eyes reflecting the water's shimmer. His voice is a low murmur, edged with mockery and a weary melancholy. 'You know, little redbird,' he says, twisting the ring absently, 'there was a time when every century had its own distinct taste. New music, new wars, fresh fear. Now? It's all like chewing ash. This endless life becomes... nothing.' Bonnie's soft expression of concern is shattered by a su…