Stefan turns away from the sight of River and her brother - name, there's a name there, and Stefan tries to pull at it, but it's as if there's a wall up in her head he can't quite tear down - to look in the direction of his own. For a split second, it's the Damon in Taxon; expensive, dark blue shirt and slacks, unscuffed shoes that should carry the evidence of things he's done, but don't. And then, it's not. It's the brother he used to know, the one who wasn't a murderer or had moments where he was barely holding on to his sanity and ability to disern right from wrong. He's in clothes like his, greasy, messy hair shoved carelessly under a hat.
"The bridge," Damon says to him. "Come on. I'll race you!" And then he takes off.
He makes a move to run, but a warm hand on his wrist stops him. Stefan turns his head to see Callie Gallagar.
And then images whirl together too quickly, far too quickly.
Damon killing Callie, hanging out with socialities in New York, a Bon Jovi concert in the 1980s with Lexi dancing at his side, the Tomb Vampires tying him up and torturing him, the sense of relief that washes over him when Damon walks into that basement, the taste of Elena's blood--
With a gasp, Stefan ends the dream, barely having enough sense about him to grab hold of River and drag her into the realm of the waking. Stefan's sweating and panting. What the hell was that?
i try to sleep, they're wide awake, they won't let me alone;
Stefan turns away from the sight of River and her brother - name, there's a name there, and Stefan tries to pull at it, but it's as if there's a wall up in her head he can't quite tear down - to look in the direction of his own. For a split second, it's the Damon in Taxon; expensive, dark blue shirt and slacks, unscuffed shoes that should carry the evidence of things he's done, but don't. And then, it's not. It's the brother he used to know, the one who wasn't a murderer or had moments where he was barely holding on to his sanity and ability to disern right from wrong. He's in clothes like his, greasy, messy hair shoved carelessly under a hat.
"The bridge," Damon says to him. "Come on. I'll race you!" And then he takes off.
He makes a move to run, but a warm hand on his wrist stops him. Stefan turns his head to see Callie Gallagar.
And then images whirl together too quickly, far too quickly.
Damon killing Callie, hanging out with socialities in New York, a Bon Jovi concert in the 1980s with Lexi dancing at his side, the Tomb Vampires tying him up and torturing him, the sense of relief that washes over him when Damon walks into that basement, the taste of Elena's blood--
With a gasp, Stefan ends the dream, barely having enough sense about him to grab hold of River and drag her into the realm of the waking. Stefan's sweating and panting. What the hell was that?