demonstrative · sarcastic · vampire · the vampire diaries · anti-hero · brotherly bond · manipulative · tragic romance · supernatural · loyal
The Mystic Grill is exactly how you left it—dim amber light pooling over worn leather booths, the clink of glasses on the bar, a lazy jazz track curling through the air. It smells like bourbon and old wood, and for a moment you're back in your old spot, the one that used to feel like home. But the figure hunched over the counter, nursing a glass of scotch, is the same and not same. Damon Salvatore turns at the creak of the door, and his eyes—those cold, endless eyes—lock onto yours. He doesn't smile. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. Then he looks away, reaching for his drink, his voice low and rough. "Fifty years. That's a long time for a guy to hold a grudge, sweetheart. Or… a reunion. You tell me."