#「 𝕯.𝕾 」 ╼ ❪ prompts. : asks . ❫

[eternclstud]

shes looking over at him with unbearable longing but only for a second before she has to look away ( pretend this was sent on sunday )

tension weighs heavy in the air , poignant silence stretching itself thin between bated breaths . quiet and unflinching in how intently he watches her , there is a strange softness in that lingering want of his , that is not all hunger anymore , but something he can seldom recognize anymore , and begs to coil itself within the crevices of his pale contenance .

damon exhales , not out of need - but out of habit . that swell of humanity in him flaring . he feels warmth , and for a second he remembers the sun , what it's felt like not only to withstand , but enjoy it , to bathe in its gentle glow just because you can . he used to enjoy the sun , he thinks . once . before all this . he thinks she would've liked him then . cold fingers reach for a lock her hair - gently tucking it away behind the arch of her ear . he can smell her perfume from here , it permeates the air . in that moment , he wants nothing more than to kiss her . ❛ ... goodnight , elena . ❜ damon says instead , and steps back , the lingering goodbye leaving a trail of melancholy in its touch ; floating around her orbit ... it's so confusing . she makes him act so human , sometimes , he almost forgets - because he wants to forget - what he really is .