There's no such thing as a bad idea.

ooc: I quit.

Tue, 02 Aug 2011 02:16:33 -0400

headwitch:

It’s been fun.

Not going to explain myself.

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He's not going to touch you, Damon. Please just come home, okay? I want you here. I feel safer if you're here.

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 05:21:54 -0400

*text*

Fine. I’ll be back tomorrow. Sheesh.

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WHAT!? Why!?

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 05:18:55 -0400

*text*

Rippah.

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Of the house? Would you come home?

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 05:14:58 -0400

*text*

Of the state.

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I know you're dead. Where's around, Damon?

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 04:09:05 -0400

*text*

In the vicinity.

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Are you okay? Where have you been?

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 03:57:53 -0400

*text*

Technically, I’m not okay. I’m dead. IDK- around.

Darlie.

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 04:17:01 -0400

charboozabray:

She squeezed their hands as she felt him kiss her again, their mouths molding against one another’s. She felt his tongue dart against hers and then the kiss was over with and his forehead rested against hers. She smiled slightly, licking her lips. She smiled into his one last kiss and then pulled away, biting her bottom lip and looking away, a million things running through her head. She felt like crying, but held it in and continued to hold his hand. She wasn’t with Stefan, this shouldn’t make her feel any other feeling but…lust? She felt that and guilt. Two of the worst feelings to put together. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled at him, he had to know. She kissed him again gently and cupped his face in her hand.

“Someone’s going to end up hurt.” She whispered and licked her lips again before kissing his jaw and then wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him close. “Please don’t hate me, Damon. For any of this, I don’t think I could take that.” She whispered and kissed his temple. “Just stay with me tonight, please?” She pleaded and looked into his eyes. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” She nodded and couldn’t help it, her mouth fused against his again before she laid down, tugging him down next to her.

Damon knew this was complicated. Hell, Damon knew this could be the first and last time they ever do something like that. He just knew. And he was okay with that. He got to feel her lips against his and taste her tongue. Even if tomorrow she goes back to Stefan, he won’t be wondering forever how it’d feel to kiss her. Cheeseball alert, he rolled his eyes inwardly at himself. His life is a romantic comedy horror flick. He supposes he needs to get use to that fact since he falls so easily in love sometimes. Oh wait- what did he just—

Her lips cut off his thoughts and he was happy to succumb to that. Happy to forget that. He kept his eyes closed for sometime after her lips left his, wanting to stay in that fuzzy sense after a good kiss. Especially with what she said afterward. Someone’s going to end up hurt. All he heard was, you’re gonna end up hurt. He knew that though, and he wanted to tell her that. He wanted to tell her that he knew that it was going to be Stefan in the end but he just opted to stay quiet. His eyes blinked open when she mentioned hating and he just shook his head, his hand moving to cup her cheek and his eyebrows furrowing. “I can’t hate you,” he said, his thumb stroking her cheek. “If I can manage to not hate you after you make me watch this sappy shit, I’ll not hate you over anything,” he smirked slightly at her. “I’ll stay,” he cooed softly. “I wasn’t planning on leaving anyway,” talking tomorrow sounded good so he nodded his head and allowed himself to be brought down on the bed. His arms moved to wrap around her waist as his head dug into a pillow. He kissed shoulder softly. “Goodnight.”

Darlie.

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 03:58:53 -0400

charboozabray:

Before she could say anything else, his hand was at the back of her neck and their lips were pressed together again. She gasped into his mouth as he sucked on her bottom lip before she slid her tongue inside of his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her. Her mind was screaming at her to stop, to cease and desist. Was she really kissing Damon right now? Jesus. She deepened the kiss, screaming back at her mind. Her body was battling itself as she tried to get into it. She pulled him even closer by the scruff of his shirt and tugged on his bottom lip. This was a step toward sorting out her feelings, but this was an incredibly fucked up step.

Stefan flashed through her mind and her lips parted against Damon’s for a moment, closing her eyes, but keeping herself pressed against him. She rested her forehead against his and just laughed, gasping for air that she didn’t need and pressed another kiss to his mouth. She wasn’t kissing Stefan, though, she was kissing Damon. And it triggered every dead nerve in her body. She kissed him over and over, “Okay…oookay…” She breathed and pulled away for a second, closing her eyes and then turning to look at him with wide eyes. “That was a long fucking time coming.” She swallowed the knot in her throat and let her fists grip against his shirt. “Hi.” She whispered. Her head was swimming and she didn’t know whether to feel guilty or happy or angry. Everything was blurring together for her and she kissed him one last time, savoring it.

A tongue slipped into his mouth and he graciously greeted it with his own as the hand on the back of her neck pulled a little, he wanted them closer but the more rational part of him was reminding him that wasn’t possible so he quit doing that. It seemed like Charlie had the same idea as she pulled him closer by his shirt. He breathed in deeply through his nose and pushed it out his mouth when she tugged on his lip, causing him to move his own to her top. He lathed it with his tongue before sucking and nibbling on it. She pulled away however, causing a pout that seemed to grace his lips quite often tonight return.

Foreheads touching and heavy breaths that were ridiculous because they were both vampires. He peered at her when she laughed, chuckling a little just because she laughed. God, he was gonna turn into a cheeseball because of her. He knew that he might be long gone when the thought passed through his head that he didn’t mind. He needed to go home and brood or something soon or there could be no changing this. Oh, but if it included these sweet kisses that the blond was giving him, maybe he was okay with that. He kissed her back each time, his eyes closing as he did. They were still puckered up when she stopped and they drew themselves into a thin line once he noticed there would be no more. The corners twitched up slowly as he looked at her, laughing softly and nodding. “I do agree,” he was glad she thought that. He really did think the same thing. Considering everything, it had been a long time coming. “Hello,” he said simply, his hands moving to hers and getting them off of his shirt, lacing them together. Eyes shut, he kissed her again- this time slowly. His lips moved against hers but it was awhile before his tongue darted out and brushed against hers. He pulled away after awhile, resting his head against hers then pecking her lips once. “Mm.”

Darlie.

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 03:26:51 -0400

charboozabray:

She raised her eyebrows, “But you’re never gonna go.” She gave him a firm look and moved closer, smiling as he squeezed her hand a little more. She moved his to her lips and kissed it before letting their hands drop in her lap. She continued to laugh at the argument and then her lips parted as the woman flew at the man, kissing him all over and she tightened her grip on his hand. Looking up at him, she smirked and looked back to the television. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes for a moment and swallowed the knot in her throat. She turned and opened her mouth to say something to him and her lips brushed against his.

She froze, every part in her body, and she just stared at him — both in shock, and just waiting for his own reaction. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, she felt a spark even with the slightest touch between their mouths and she looked away for a second. Biting her lip again, she turned back to him and tilted her head to the side, moving closer to him. “I…” She was speechless, half of her wanted him to grab her and kiss him, and the other half felt like flying off of the bed. “Damon…” she whispered, looking down at his lips and then back into his eyes.

His eyebrows raised and fell quickly. “Yeah, I guess so,” he scrunched his nose a little. “But if I go- that’s what I want to happen,” he nodded his head before watching their hands raise up to Charlie’s lips. His parted some as he felt hers against his hand before he drew them into a thin line and let out a quiet breath through his nose. The effect this woman had over his senses was insane and it made him scowl. It was like he was in some disgusting romantic comedy. Gross. He now hated her a little. Except not really.

While in the mist of his thoughts, he felt lips brush against his and instantly looked down at Charlie in pure, utter shock. Did their lips just— they did. Oh. He swallowed a little, she was getting closer to him, her lips were right there again. That one little touch was like a tease. It was the equivalent of smelling something good but not being able to taste it. He craved to taste it. “Charlotte,” he mumbled, his eyes darting down to her lips too. He didn’t take his off of hers, and instead just brought one of his hands to the back of her neck. Fuck it, her and her brother weren’t dating anymore. There was no law or line (okay, maybe there was a line but fuck the line). He moved his lips closer until they were touching hers. His breath hitched when they did but he only pressed his more firmly onto hers, then hooked his lips around her bottom one.

Darlie.

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 03:01:39 -0400

charboozabray:

She almost fell off of the bed over his pout and just let him have the glass, “You do not hate me,” she mumbled and took the glass for a drink before taking his hand in hers and holding it. “Now you can’t hold it.” She held the glass out and away from him as she turned back to the television. This movie really was sad, but she thought about it and she tilted her head to the side. She didn’t have to worry about things like this…well, she did, but…in a different way. Shaking her head, she watched as they drank for the man that had died and grinned. “My kinda people.” She looked over at him and smiled. “Are you going to be nice to me?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

She downed the rest of her drink and shrugged, “Oh well.” She said, setting the glass down and watching him from the corner of her eye, “Don’t look so glum,” She mumbled and nudged him. “If being around me makes you that miserable…” She poked his side and sighed before looking back at the television, “Broody vampires.” She muttered and crossed her arms as she watched the couple shout at one another about babies and hot nasty sex and she started laughing again.

“Yeah…” he said reluctantly, with a face as he looked over at her. “I suppose I don’t. Comes with the whole liking you thing,” he sighed dramatically as he faced the the TV. He took on a sour expression as it started, groaning before finishing complaining and staying quiet. He could do this for Charlie, he thinks. She was all newly vamped and broken up with Mr. Perfect because of him so he could suffer through a stupid romantic comedy for her. His eyes fell to their hands that were now laced together. That could definitely make it easier.

“That’s what I want to happen when I go,” he said with a firm nod. The movie so far hadn’t been too sugary sweet but with what he knows the movies about- it was bound to pop up soon. Which is exactly why he was practically still pouting. He turned to look at Charlie with a pout before it went away and he rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he said simply before moving his hand that was laced with hers a little before his fingers tightened slightly. He moved his head down to lean on top of hers before he turned his attention to the television again, his eyebrow raised. He glanced down at her when she laughed and couldn’t help the hint of a smile that came onto his lips.

Darlie.

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 01:36:53 -0400

charboozabray:

She pouted when he took her glass and watched him smirk as he downed the rest of her drink, “Mean.” She mumbled and bit her lip as she refilled it and drank from it before holding it away and setting it on the nightstand. At his smirk again, she just laughed and looked over at the television, “I watched Titanic earlier, I think this is something even sadder.” She frowned and hopped off of the bed to search through her now messy collection of DVDs. “We’ll watch something romantic comedy-like just to make you uncomfortable.” She said, grinning over her shoulder at him.

She popped in P.S. I Love You and just laughed to herself as she climbed back into bed and looked over at him with a shrug, “You hate lovey stuff, I have to torture you, Damon.” She smirked and took another drink from her glass, “And get your own glass, stop hogging mine!” She exclaimed, slapping his hands away from her and looking over at the television.

“I’m mean? You’re withholding alcohol from me. That’s mean,” he said with a pointed look. His face then turned into one of quick disgust as he looked at the TV. “Titanic? The worst love story ever,” he rolled his eyes and nearly barfed as he thought about it. Though once the second half of her sentence registered in his mind, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Something sadder?” his shoulders slumped and he huffed, his eyes narrow as he watched her get up and put an unknown DVD in.

He hated romantic comedies. Unless they had Rachel McAdams in it. He could totally sit through a sappy flick for her. God, she was hot. Unfortunately for him, this was not Time Travelers Wife and instead some movie with Hilary Swank. His mouth twitched into a frown as she climbed back into the bed. “Oh, how lovely of you,” he said as he looked at her. His hand didn’t stop going after the glass after it was slapped away and instead he just grabbed it again. “You’re making me watch a romantic comedy and I’m not walking out the door. So shut up,” he sipped onto the glass before holding it between them, his eyes going to the TV reluctantly. “I hate you.”

Darlie.

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 00:58:17 -0400

charboozabray:

Charlie was frustrated over her bickering with Stefan earlier and just holed herself up in her bedroom watching movies. She jumped when she got a text back from Damon and a smile crossed her features when he agreed to come over. She looked down and noticed she really needed to clean herself up. She walked into the bathroom and hopped into the shower, letting herself half-way relax before getting out and throwing sweats on with an old high school t-shirt. Biting her lip, she could hear Damon’s car pull up in the driveway and then he was at the door.

Looking around, she ran her fingers through her damp hair and walked down the stairs to let him in. She opened the door and smiled at him, “Hey,” she whispered, moving over and letting him come in before hugging him. She didn’t know what she would feel had she been human at this moment, but she felt a phantom pain in her chest as she closed her eyes. She pulled away after a minute, “I have liquor and movies upstairs.” She shrugged and chuckled before leading him upstairs to her bedroom. She crawled onto her bed and grabbed her glass of Scotch, taking a sip.

Damon was scratching the top of his head when the door opened. He lifted his eyes from the bottom of the door and looked at Charlie, his lips twitching up into a small smile as his hand dropped down to his side. “Hey,” he whispered back before stepping into the house. He was slightly caught off guard from the hug but returned it nonetheless, his arms tightening around her. “Liquor? Still trying to be the female equivalent to me I see,” he said as he followed her up the stairs and to her bedroom. He crawled into the bed after her and took his usual position- arm around her, body leaning into hers. His fingers almost went to go find her free hand but he halted those movements and instead moved it up to her glass of Scotch. “If I may.”

With a smirk, he stole the glass from her and downed the rest of it before handing it back with a small ‘ah’. “Thank you,” he scrunched his face with a smirk after he had said that. He then turned his head towards the TV. “So what are we watching?”

Darlie.

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 00:27:48 -0400

The past day or so had consisted of Damon really doing nothing but drinking. He was sobered up now, but after the night he had (harmlessly) spent with Charlie- he just needed a few drinks. A good age old bottle of whiskey and a few poured glasses later, he felt a lot better. Then of course it wore off and there was a text message from Charlie awaiting for him asking him to come over. Without a second though, he agreed.

Now he was walking up the porch of Charlie’s home with a hand in his pocket. The one that wasn’t in his pocket moved up and knocked on the blond’s door once, then twice.

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Okay. I'll see you in a bit.

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 00:06:03 -0400

*text*

Mhm. On my way now.

You. Me. Balto. ASAP.

Fri, 22 Jul 2011 23:54:46 -0400

Tomorrow?

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Can you come over? No one else seems to be able to.

Fri, 22 Jul 2011 23:54:37 -0400

*text*

Mhm. I can.

Darlie.

Thu, 21 Jul 2011 00:23:00 -0400

charboozabray:

She bit her lip as she looked down at her lap before back to him, “I didn’t think you would, Damon.” She whispered and brought her knees to her chest. “No! Please don’t leave me alone.” She clenched her jaw and looked away, “I was serious when I said I’d leave. I wish I could take this all away. I did it so I didn’t hurt him, do you understand?” She asked, giving him a pleading look. “I love him, but…if I have feelings like this for you, I can’t do that to him. I need to sort my feelings out for you before I can love him fully.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “That sounds stupid, doesn’t it?” She felt herself scoot over closer to him and frowned.

She wiped her eyes and looked over at him, “Thank you for coming.” She gave him a teary-eyed smile and tilted her head to the side, “Even if you’re a nosy little fucker and you knew exactly what I was texting you about.” She laughed a little and nudged him. “I could hear you.” She whispered. She pushed her hair behind her ears and looked down. “Caroline hates me.” She laughed humorlessly. “I might as well be Katherine to you guys…”

Damon raised his eyebrow before shaking his head, then nodding it. “Okay, okay, I won’t leave you,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I wasn’t going to unless you asked me to,” his chuckle died quite quickly as he listened to her continue to talk. “Yeah, I understand,” he said with a nod, his face now serious. “You’re not leaving though. You’re not a coward,” he swallowed a little. He listened to her continue to speak, talking about fully loving Stefan and all of that awesome shit. He remained stoic and just nodded his head at her- she needed an ear. He could put his damn feelings aside and listen to her. He was determined to. “Of course it sounds stupid but you’re telling this to me. I think most sappy things along that line are stupid,” he twitched one corner of his mouth up and gave her a lopsided smirk.

Reflexively, one of his arms wrapped around her when she scooted closer. He noticed what he had done and just shrugged inwardly. The two can be close without jumping into each other’s pants. “Yeah, no problem,” he muttered with a nonchalant shrug. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop but you yanno, shit happens when you have vampire hearing ability,” he smirked at her again. He sighed though and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you,” he said, his hand rubbing her shoulder soothingly. It froze when she compared herself to Katherine. “Seriously?” he turned his head to look at her, scoffing. “You are nothing like Katherine. In any which way. Katherine is pure shirt. You are not. Katherine most likely compelled us to fall in love with her. She’s— you’re not her. At all. Don’t ever think that.”

Darlie.

Wed, 20 Jul 2011 23:28:38 -0400

charboozabray:

Charlie just sat on her bed and stare at the blank television. The bottle of wine sat next to her on the nightstand. What did she do? She frowned and turned her head a little as she heard Damon downstairs. She slipped off of the bed and stumbled out of the bedroom. She looked at him from the top of the stairs and started down, almost falling from the last two, “Fuck me.” She whispered and stood in front of him. “Damon.” She said quietly.

Tears filled her eyes and she rested her forehead against his shoulder as she took a shaky breath, “I fucked up.” She croaked and wiped her eyes. “And I stopped drinking. They’re right, I can’t be like that right now, even thought they’re hypocrites, they’re saying the right thing.” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry for bothering you.” She breathed and walked into the living room, sitting herself on the sofa.

Damon walked further into the house, his eyes moving towards the staircase since he could hear the bedspring and her footsteps. He walked towards the end of it and looked up, seeing her at the top step. His arms outreached to help her when she stumbled down the last two. How drunk was she? “You okay?” he mumbled worriedly, one of his hands resting on her arm as he looked down at her.

When her forehead leaned against his shoulder, he moved his arms to wrap around her and engulfed her into a hug. He let her vent, opting to stay quiet until he felt like she was done talking. “They are right. They’re hypocrites, but that doesn’t change the fact that they are. So yanno, be better then them,” he said with a simple shrug. “You’re not bothering me, Charlie,” he let her go and allowed her to walk to the living room, following her over there and sitting down next to her. “Look, you did it to sort out your feelings. I don’t see how that makes you a bad person or makes things bad,” he sighed out through his nose. “I’m not gonna pull any bullshit ‘Pick me, Choose me, Love me’ thing. If you want me to leave you alone while your sort your shit out, I will. I don’t want to make this harder for you.”

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Wed, 20 Jul 2011 22:28:09 -0400

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Wed, 20 Jul 2011 22:27:30 -0400

There's no such thing as a bad idea.

ooc: I quit.

*text* He's not going to touch you, Damon. Please just come home, okay? I want you here. I feel safer if you're here.

*text* WHAT!? Why!?

*text* Of the house? Would you come home?

*text* I know you're dead. Where's around, Damon?

*text* Are you okay? Where have you been?

Darlie.

Darlie.

Darlie.

Darlie.

Darlie.

Darlie.

Darlie.

*text* Okay. I'll see you in a bit.

You. Me. Balto. ASAP.

*text* Can you come over? No one else seems to be able to.

Darlie.

Darlie.

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He's not going to touch you, Damon. Please just come home, okay? I want you here. I feel safer if you're here.

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WHAT!? Why!?

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Of the house? Would you come home?

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I know you're dead. Where's around, Damon?

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Are you okay? Where have you been?

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Okay. I'll see you in a bit.

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Can you come over? No one else seems to be able to.