It’s half past six when Damon returns. Stefan is alert to the exact moment he does: aside from the typically dramatic slamming of the front door, the air itself seems to shift to make room for the older Salvatore; the house silently groans with the weight.
(Damon Salvatore is a boy who refuses to be missed.)
“You know, it neeeever fails to amaze me, the mouth on that Caroline.”
He saunters into the living room, leather jacket flying over the back of the sofa and landing over Stefan’s head. Damon apparently doesn’t notice.
“You’re taking her out next time. I’ve had enough adolescent female babbling to last an eternity. Which is… how long she could probably keep talking.” Damon shudders melodramatically, and downs his glass of O negative.
Stefan quietly removes the jacket from his head, turns to face his brother. “Damon.”
“Stefan,” comes the non-committal retort.
Stefan smiles, a near-smirk. “I know what tomorrow is.”
“Why yes, Stefan,” Damon drawls. “That would be the day the English-speaking world commonly refers to as ‘Tuesday’. Do I also get to grin like a maniac now? Because I can do that.” He demonstrates.
Stefan swallows a guffaw. “Fine, if you want to be that way.”
“Be what way, Stefan?” Damon’s face is a mockery of innocence. “I’m just being the way I am, brother. And right now, what I am is all tapped out of patience for bad conversation, so – “ He rattles his car keys, a mini-cacophony. “ -- you’ll just have to be vague and self-satisfied on your own.”
Heads back out, much like he came in, the same manner of deafening indifference.
(-- But he could care less if you notice.)
Stefan notices. Damon would never allow him not to.
~
Elena Gilbert is always beautiful, but especially so when she laughs.
“Seriously? For Damon?”
Stefan would like her to save her laughter for later. For a special occasion.
He grins, a cat laying a mousetrap. “Come on, it’ll be worth it, just to see the look on his face.”
The strange -- yet familiar -- glint in her eye informs him that it’s a persuasive argument.
Contrary to the belief of some (whom he’d kill before invite), Stefan knows that Elena is no stranger to fun.
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(Damon Salvatore is a boy who refuses to be missed.)
“You know, it neeeever fails to amaze me, the mouth on that Caroline.”
He saunters into the living room, leather jacket flying over the back of the sofa and landing over Stefan’s head. Damon apparently doesn’t notice.
“You’re taking her out next time. I’ve had enough adolescent female babbling to last an eternity. Which is… how long she could probably keep talking.” Damon shudders melodramatically, and downs his glass of O negative.
Stefan quietly removes the jacket from his head, turns to face his brother. “Damon.”
“Stefan,” comes the non-committal retort.
Stefan smiles, a near-smirk. “I know what tomorrow is.”
“Why yes, Stefan,” Damon drawls. “That would be the day the English-speaking world commonly refers to as ‘Tuesday’. Do I also get to grin like a maniac now? Because I can do that.” He demonstrates.
Stefan swallows a guffaw. “Fine, if you want to be that way.”
“Be what way, Stefan?” Damon’s face is a mockery of innocence. “I’m just being the way I am, brother. And right now, what I am is all tapped out of patience for bad conversation, so – “ He rattles his car keys, a mini-cacophony. “ -- you’ll just have to be vague and self-satisfied on your own.”
Heads back out, much like he came in, the same manner of deafening indifference.
(-- But he could care less if you notice.)
Stefan notices. Damon would never allow him not to.
~
Elena Gilbert is always beautiful, but especially so when she laughs.
“Seriously? For Damon?”
Stefan would like her to save her laughter for later. For a special occasion.
He grins, a cat laying a mousetrap. “Come on, it’ll be worth it, just to see the look on his face.”
The strange -- yet familiar -- glint in her eye informs him that it’s a persuasive argument.
Contrary to the belief of some (whom he’d kill before invite), Stefan knows that Elena is no stranger to fun.
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