❝ Come – let us dance the night away. ❞

     "How much alcohol do you
      think it’ll take me to slip into a coma?
      or into a deep abyss?“

He’s not sleeping but he can hear you.

     "You are aware that this bed is meant for sleeping.
       Among other things —- but mostly sleeping.“

( open. )

“I didn’t do it.”

[ OPEN ]

It was quite some time since his death. Since the white light embraced him on the Other Side. Any time past that point was a blank to Damon. He couldn’t even recall how he came back to the plane of the living. The sight of trees that surrounded him, brought a familiarity. It took awhile for Damon to get a sense over gravity again, boots staggered upon the leaves and branches. Once the former vampire got onto a road he spotted a person. His mouth hung open as if he were going to say something but not even a sound came out. Suddenly his face scrunched up in distaste that transitioned into a childish pout. Alas, he decided to wave his arms in the air – in hopes the person would notice.

“I’m in a good mood. The let’s go have a party type of mood.”