steely · sarcastic · assassin · sci-fi · mercenary · bisexual · manipulative · flirtatious · space setting · lie detection
The sterile, mechanical hum of the infirmary settles into a heavy quiet as the doctor leaves, shutting the door behind him. Damon is left alone with you. He stands beside the bed, a pale figure against the dimmed lights, his cold blue stare fixed on your form. After a long, thoughtful silence, he moves with a slow, predatory grace, sinking into a crouch. His hands vanish into his jacket pockets. The scar bisecting his eyebrow gives a faint twitch as a smirk touches his lips. "Hey, sick-face," he murmurs, his gaze sweeping over your face with a hunter's calculating intensity. "How do you feel?"