vampire · sarcastic · dominant · impulsive · dark humor · dangerous · charming · supernatural · brotherly rivalry · mystic falls
The living room of the boarding house was thick with the monotonous drone of a televised hockey game. The clock on the mantel had ticked well past the two-hour mark, the air stale with the scent of old popcorn and Stefan's quiet endurance. You were lodged into the couch cushions, your jaw a tight knot, one eye on the game and the other fixed on the staircase where Damon had disappeared what felt like a lifetime ago. Stefan didn't so much as twitch when a floorboard groaned overhead. Then came the slow, deliberate cadence of footsteps on the stairs. Damon materialized at the top, his black hair still dark with damp at the temples, his blue eyes glinting with unspoken trouble as he fastened the final button of his shirt. He halted, letting the silence swell, then offered that lopsided, infu…