
[o] – “How about….no.”
I got shot by my dad.
I had no purpose in life.
Cursed without friends.
I'm Damon Salvatore.
A vampire with issues.
Yet I am completely human.
#whitesxvior
EST ON 05.09.14

[o] – “How about….no.”

[ o ] — Damon’s facial expression turned sour. He wasn’t the type of person to show fear. Yet, ever since coming back from the white light that engulfed him that night changed him in a way. Past memories haunted him like ghosts. It would be a miracle for the Salvatore to even get 30 minutes of sleep. Blue eyes looked over at the teenager, his voice breaking the silence. “To be afraid is a sign of weakness. I am not weak.”

[ o ] — “Some people believe that. Some, due to religion believe in an arranged marriage. It’s all so complex, really. Because in some arranged marriages, they couple grow to love each other. Love who you love, marry whoever you want. In the end, no one can tell you who you can love.”
Send me a “Who?” and my muse will forget yours.

Damon tilts his head to the side.
Blue eyes wore a confused expression.
He can’t remember the person before him.
No bells are ringing, so he finally speaks –
“I’m sorry but do I know you?”

Kids. Damon could never grasp at why they cared so much about a pet rodent. With a sigh he looked at her, “Fine, fine. Hurry and go find your damn pet.”
Send me “Kid:” followed by a question and my muse will answer it as his/her ten year old self.

He opens his mouth as if to say something,
but quickly closes it. Damon couldn’t quite answer that.
“My mother says babies come from
two people that love each other dearly.”

“I make no promises for anyone that squashes the rodent.”

“..–You’re kidding me, right?”

“Are you sure Stefan didn’t eat her? That’s most likely a possibility.”