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Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 10, 2014 20:38:59 GMT -6
Damon shifted slightly, tossing his arm up over the back of the couch. He missed his house. Hell he even just missed Mystic Falls in general, but he reall really missed his house.
He sighed softly, rubbing a hand against his nose as he stared down at the book in his lap. They were trying to find a way to get Bonnie back, and they were having zero luck.
It was both irritating and discouraging at once. He wasn't about to give up, however, Bonnie sacrificed herself to get him back home. He owed her. He also kept getting distracted by the brunette sitting just mere inches from him.
Last Edit: Jan 4, 2015 20:11:36 GMT -6 by Elena Gilbert
Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 10, 2014 20:43:09 GMT -6
She turned the page and blew out a breath, shaking her head. "There isn't anything in here like you described. What was it called again? Decen...ascen..?" She looked up and saw his frustration, too. Pressing her lips together in a defeated look, she closed the book and set it aside. She thought for a few moments and slipped her fingers into her hair, bunching it up slightly. "What about google? I mean...we haven't tried that yet." She reached over him and grabbed the laptop from the side table and placed it in her lap.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 10, 2014 20:47:14 GMT -6
Damon raised his head as she spoke and cleared his throat. He sucked in a breath, hopefully quiet enough she couldn't hear, as she leaned over him, brushing against him.
"The ascendant," he replied. He smirked at her a moment later, crossing his arms over his chest. He raised a brow at her, and shifted to get a look at her screen, his shoulder brushing against hers.
"You think the witches would put information about a very powerful artifact...on the internet?"
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 10, 2014 21:01:25 GMT -6
She typed in the word and looked at the results, her brows raising at some of the things that it pulled up. None of it reflected any type of device that was like some portal to this magical prison world. She shrugged as she read and a smile came to her lips. "Google is supposed to know it all, right?" She asked as she turned to look at him and came face to face with him. The way he leaned in to see her screen had him so close to her, closer than she originally assumed. He was now inches from her face and her eyes darted down to his lips then back up to his eyes.
She forgot what she was thinking and saying for a moment, blinking a few times to gather herself before looking back at the screen. He was so distracting like that. They spend the past week searching for answers, working as a team and he told her things here and there of their past. It seemed so foreign to her, but he was different than she originally thought. There was...something about him. Pulling her hair behind her ear nervously, she chewed on her lower lip and looked at the screen but wasn't really reading. "Do you remember where Bonnie kept her grimoire?" She asked to cut the silence.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 10, 2014 21:08:02 GMT -6
As Elena turned towards him, his breath caught in his throat. She was so close, and it would only take one tiny movement to get him close enough to kiss her. He cleared his throat as she turned away.
"Uh...in her house. Which...is you know not attainable by ones such as us."
He snapped his teeth together pointed, a humorous take on a vampire with his current dull human teeth. He shifted to run a hand through his hair.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 10, 2014 21:13:53 GMT -6
She sighed, deflated by the realization that it probably was still in her house and that meant it was in Mystic Falls...a place were no supernatural being was able to step foot in. Then, she perked up. "Wait...if Bonnie's magic is in the bear...then somehow we could use it, right? I mean...Jo, she could help. Or or Jer..he could go into her house. I know it would be painful but if he knows that there's a chance she can come back..." She looked back at him with hopeful eyes and a small smile, thinking she was onto something.
"Right?" She frowned, "Why do you still look gloomy. This is possible right? I mean...it's a good plan..."
Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 10, 2014 21:28:20 GMT -6
Damon tilted his head slightly, frowning. He didn't want to burst her bubble. That small, hopeful smile that tilted the corners of her mouth was the first real smile he had seen her use.
"What if Bonnie's grimore isn't there? The last time I saw it, Elena was in 1994. If send Jeremy in there and he can't find it? The kid will snap."
Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 10, 2014 21:34:19 GMT -6
Her smile turned into a frown and she knew he was right. She nodded and looked away from him, picking at her nails as she tried to think of a solution. "Yeah, you're right...I guess...I got ahead of myself and it was just a thought." She swallowed hard, feeling hopeless that they'd find what they were looking for.
After a brief silence, she looked over at him and tried to force a smile. "Any other ideas?"
Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 10, 2014 21:40:44 GMT -6
Damon stood up, and rubbed a hand over his face as he thought. Nothing was coming to him. They needed to get her out, and the only way to do that was that stupid ascendant. He let out a low sound in his chest akin to a growl, his hand tightening around the bookshelf that he had stopped in front of.
The wood splintered under the force and he let out a vicious hiss, jerking his hands back.
"Son-of-a-bitch," he growled, glaring at his hand as the splinters of wood began to work their way deeper into his flesh.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 10, 2014 21:48:47 GMT -6
She winced when he caused the loud commotion of wood breaking and crumbling, the books on the shelf falling to the floor in a scattered mess as he destroyed it with one hand. Swallowing nervously, she heard him curse and looked away from him as she debated on what to do to help him. Finally, she stood and moved over to him.
"Let me see..." She said, knowing he was in pain by the way he paced and ground his teeth. When he turned to face her, she reached out to take his hand and held it gently in her own as she looked at his palm. Splinters of wood were embedded in his skin and would be a pain to take each one out. She looked up at him and motioned towards the kitchen sink. Running the cool water, she rinsed off his hand and winced when he hissed from pain. Grabbing the tweezers from a drawer in the kitchen, she held his hand again and looked up at him. "I'm going to take them out...okay?" She looked back down and began to pluck them from his skin, the ones that were deeply embedded.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 10, 2014 22:10:32 GMT -6
Damon choked down several curses as Elena carefully pulled out splinters. He let out a harsh breath, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling. Why did wood have to be so damn painful?
He jerked his hand back finally as she pulled the last one out. Shaking his hand, he turned around, rubbing his palm against his jeans. He turned back to look at her finally.
"Thank you," he said softly. He paused, then reached out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear before he could stop himself.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 10, 2014 22:26:40 GMT -6
She smiled and set the tweezers aside, looking back at him as he shook his hand and rubbed it along his jeans to quell the pain. Nodding, her hair fell to the side of her face and she spoke. "You're welc--" Her words were cut off when he pushed the hair back behind her ear. She shifted her weight and looked up into his eyes, the feeling of his hand still near her ear caused her to clear her throat and look away from him.
"SO I guess.....no other ideas." She inhaled a much needed breath to gather herself and habitually looked back at him and put on a good front. "Where to next on our little roadtrip?"
Post by Elena Gilbert on Dec 12, 2014 12:03:13 GMT -6
She nodded and gulped a bit, feeling so many things. So many things that had her questioning all she knew. She went to speak and met his eyes, his hand reached up to run gently along her bottom lip. It sent a shiver straight down her body and ignited every nerve ending she had.
"Damon I thi--" her words were cut off by his lips suddenly against her own. Her eyes jolted open at first before quickly snapping closed and she found herself actually kissing him back. As foreign as it felt, somehow she felt...connected to him? Her lips parted and her mouth opened slightly to allow the kiss to deepen. His tongue coaxed a soft moan from her throat and her hand cupped the back of his neck. Her free hand bunched his shirt and pulled him into her as she kissed him.
Suddenly her eyes flew open and she pushed against him to break the kiss, her breathing hitched in her throat and causing her to step back only to back into the counter. She cleared her throat and looked down. "Damon I---" she stumbled on her words, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Dec 15, 2014 19:49:01 GMT -6
Damon's breath came out in a harsh huff almost as Elena pulled away. He licked his lips, watching her as she stumbled over her words. The way her eyes darkened, the pink tinge to her cheeks, he knew all the signs of her reacting to his touch and right now he wanted her to feel...to remember.
"You wanted me to help you remember," he said, his voice low and slightly dangerous. He stepped towards her, backing her even further up against the counter as he placed his hands on either side of her against the counter top. He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head. He was at a loss right now. Annoyed, emotional, and those two mixing was bad in him. They made him do things he shouldn't do. They made him impulsive. He needed Elena to keep him grounded.
"Let me help you," he spoke again. "Or push me away."