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The Vampire Diaries Fic: Speaking a Dead Language
Damon/Elena BnW
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Title: Speaking a Dead Language (1/1)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (tv show, not book)
Characters: Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert
Rating: K
Words: 400
Spoilers: Through 2x8
Disclaimer:
The Vampire Diaries and its characters belong to the CW, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: His lips against her forehead are a benediction... A tag for the final Damon/Elena scene in 2x8.
A/N: This came out of my being sick and unable to sleep. Con crit is always welcome. To lurkers and commenters alike, thank you.

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Speaking a Dead Language

For a breathless moment Damon wavers, his resolve flickering like a flame kissed by an unexpected gust of wind. Elena's watching him with those eyes; those eyes that shadow his every waking and dreaming move. They search his face, and he swears they scythe through the thin veneer of all his mocking bravado and swagger - to see inside him, where he never thought he'd want to be seen. To be known.

What he sees in her face isn't disappointment. Not fear or revulsion, either. Shoulders slumped, he asks himself if he has to do this. Does he always have to be the one who loses? He isn't good; that's not who he is, and it's not what he does. Why can't he just take what he wants, and to hell with everyone else?

"I'm sorry. What I did was selfish. I didn't want to be alone. Guess I just needed my brother."

An apology. An admission he simply can't ignore. The memory straightens his spine and shoulders. Gives weight to his decision. He's spent 145 years trying to make his brother miserable; he won't do it now, or make his own feelings another burden for Elena to carry.

But this girl-woman has her slim fingers wrapped around the chambers of his dark heart. He needs her to know that.

And then he needs to wipe the memory from her mind, making her knowledge that he loves her nothing more than a puff of moist breath against a cold windowpane; visible for mere seconds before it fades into oblivion. A ghost.

It's time; he can't delay it any longer.

His lips against her forehead are a benediction, and he closes his eyes, trying to freeze the moment in his mind. As if memory could ever replace soft flesh and warm blood. "God, I wish you didn't have to forget this. But you do."

And then he looks into her eyes one last time. It's done.

The yawning emptiness in Damon's chest reminds him precisely why he spent so many years destroying, running, hiding. Caring, doing the right thing, it hurts.

As he leaves Elena's bedroom, he sees Stefan's face in his mind's eye. Whatever he's lost tonight, he's also regained something: his brother. He hopes it's enough.

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Loved the way you had Stefan's confession ignite Damon's resolve, I'm certain the two scenes were meant to compliment one another and you illustrated that so brilliantly here :)

I really do think the scenes were intentionally linked, so I'm happy I was able to show that here in a way that you believed. :) You hurt the ones you love, right? Damon and Stefan wouldn't have been locked in such a long battle if they didn't care so much.

Stefan needed to say it; needed to apologize. Damon needed to hear it. Damon needed to tell Elena he loves her; she needed to hear it.

So pleased that you enjoyed the image of Elena's fingers around Damon's heart. It felt appropriate when it occurred to me.

did I ever mention how wonderfully you write Damon??

Thanks a lot! This is me, grinning ear-to-ear, despite the massive congestion both my daughter and I are fighting.

You're wonderful to leave me detailed feedback like this. ♥ Thank you.

aww omgosh I hope you and your daughter feel better!! As much as I love winter, I'm sure we can all do without the constant illness lol :(
And you're always welcome!! You're work is just too awesome to leave uncommented hehe :p<3

Thanks! I hate being sick. But it will pass. I'll just have to keep repeating that. :)

*mwah* You're a sweetheart.

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