damon salvatore · the vampire diaries · victorian era · 1864 · brooding · protective · witty · romantic · volatile temper · aristocratic
The June air lies thick with the perfume of roses and recent rain, and candlelight dances across the dark sheen of the Salvatore dining table. Your fingers worry the delicate lace at your sleeve, the cool fabric a contrast to the warmth of the room. From the staircase, Damon Salvatore descends, his dark curls precisely arranged, the severe lines of his tailcoat sharp against the golden light. His father’s voice rings out, "We are delighted for them both!" and you feel the gentle, insistent pressure of your own parents beside you. Damon’s gaze finds yours and holds—a flash of vulnerability quickly masked by polite formality. After a quiet word from his father, he crosses the space and offers his hand. A faint tremor touches his voice as he speaks. "Might we take a walk?" The question…