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Post by Damon Salvatore on Nov 1, 2014 8:48:38 GMT -6
Damon growled softly, raising a hand to run through his hair. He rested his hand against his forehead, and then turned to face Stefan.
"Is there anything good you have to tell me or has everything just fallen apart when I died?"
He let out a soft breath. On one hand he was glad that Stefan had told him, on the other this was too much information--gut wrenching, make you want to die information--to throw on him all at once, especially when his brain was still coming to terms that he was back.
Letting out a breath, he turned to stare at Stefan. The talks with Bonnie about Stefan came rushing back, along with the guilt and the wish that he could speak to Stefan, just one more time to tell him how sorry he was.
"Im sorry, little brother," he said after a moment. "I need to tell you that while I still can...I'm sorry for not being your brother for the past 150 years..."
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Nov 1, 2014 11:49:34 GMT -6
Wincing at his brother's harsh words about everything falling apart the day that he had died. There was nothing that Stefan could say that would make any of this better. That he had given up on his brother and had moved on with his life or at least tried to.
That his girlfriend was now a vampire, Alaric was now a professor at Whitmore college, Jeremy was a mess and the list just kept on going on from there.
Raising his eyes again to his brother hearing his softer words made him tear up again "It doesn't matter now Damon...It's all forgotten" he assured his brother.
Not being able to control himself again he pulled his brother into another tight embrace and let his tears fall again "...I love you brother" he whispered into Damon's shoulder.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Nov 1, 2014 12:19:46 GMT -6
Damon's brows knitted together in concern, and he opened his mouth to argue that it did matter, but was cut off as Stefan put his arms around him. He let out a harsh breath, flicking his eyes away from Stefan as tears welled in his eyes once more.
"I love you too, little brother," he whispered softly. He hugged him tightly. No matter what had happened in the past, one thing was always true. He needed his little brother. He always had.
"So," he said after a moment, not releasing his hold. "Please tell me you aren't living in this old crypt..."
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Nov 1, 2014 12:26:32 GMT -6
"No" he answered his brother without breaking hold of the tight embrace that he had him in. Stefan wanted to make sure that he never failed his brother again. He was going to be a better brother to him, that was a promise "Savannah. I work...Used to work in a garage" he added.
Letting go off his brother he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys that he had been carrying ever since Damon had died. He took his brother's hand and placed them in his hand "I guess your going to need these" he paused seeing Damon's confused expression
"I had Sheriff Forbes tow your car from the grill to Savannah. Fixed it up...You know just in case" he beamed at the fact that he was able to do this.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Nov 1, 2014 12:46:24 GMT -6
Damon frowned as Stefan handed him a set of keys. He rolled them around in his hand and raises a brow at Stefan. A grin broke over his lips, and he pulled Stefan into another quick embrace before pushing him back.
"Have I ever told you you're my favorite little brother?"
He cracked his neck, and let out a breath. Rubbing his hand along the back of his neck, and shrugged slightly.
"Let's get out of here...Im starting to get ununcomfortable around all these dead people."
Post by Stefan Salvatore on Nov 1, 2014 12:56:38 GMT -6
Stefan beamed and hugged his brother again "I'm your only brother" he remarked back at him.
Fighting back the tears that were still threatening to overload him again and turn him into a blubbery mess. He had no idea how to explain all of this to anyone. But there was one thing for sure, he needed to get his brother to Elena.
Alaric needed to make her remember because now there was no pain to be felt because none of it mattered any more. Damon was back.