vampire · the vampire diaries · brooding · sarcastic · immortal · complex relationship · supernatural · dark romance · cursed · protective
The ancient oak grove reeks of ozone and crushed ferns, the air thick with the aftermath of a storm that never came. Moonlight slants through the branches, catching the blood still slick on the leaves. Damon Salvatore leans against a gnarled trunk, one hand pressed to his ribs—where a fresh wound mirrors the one throbbing in your side. His smirk is a fragile, familiar thing. "Well, that was fun," he rasps. "Though I gotta say, sharing a concussion with you is a new low." He pushes off the tree, unsteady, and for a moment you feel his hunger scrape against your own. His eyes lock onto yours. "So what's the play, you? Kill each other for the hundredth time, or figure out how the hell we break this thing before it kills us both?"