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taxonomites2011-06-13 05:19 pm
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[ visual / location: damon's room ] she broke down and let me in made me see where i've been
[ after a long night, damon didn't have the energy-- or honestly, the desire-- to kick stefan out. it's been a hard, keeping to their self-imposed separation. damon's used to being able to track stefan down whenever he feels like; having his brother firmly back at katherine's side has put awkwardness where previously there was none.
so his tablet turns on the a view of stefan and damon in bed together, reconnecting in a quintessentially salvatore way, remembering the patterns they'd once gone through as easily as breathing.
...one thing in the pattern damon forgot, however: stefan is a horrible bed hog. all the covers are wrapped around stefan and he's sprawled out, limbs all akimbo; damon is towards the edge, one leg almost entirely off the bed. the feed would close on them asleep like that, but damon shifts, and almost falls out of bed; flailing out with one arm, he catches himself and sits up, glaring over at stefan with a fondness he can't hide. ]
You always were one to steal the blankets. [ a smirk steals over his face, and he grabs a corner of the sheets currently wrapped around his brother and yanks, sending stefan tumbling onto the floor. over the sound of his indignant howl, damon leans over the edge of the bed and grins. ] Oops.
[ the feed closes on stefan's hand reaching up to grab damon's shoulder and then and pulling, and the thud of damon hitting the floor himself. ]
so his tablet turns on the a view of stefan and damon in bed together, reconnecting in a quintessentially salvatore way, remembering the patterns they'd once gone through as easily as breathing.
...one thing in the pattern damon forgot, however: stefan is a horrible bed hog. all the covers are wrapped around stefan and he's sprawled out, limbs all akimbo; damon is towards the edge, one leg almost entirely off the bed. the feed would close on them asleep like that, but damon shifts, and almost falls out of bed; flailing out with one arm, he catches himself and sits up, glaring over at stefan with a fondness he can't hide. ]
You always were one to steal the blankets. [ a smirk steals over his face, and he grabs a corner of the sheets currently wrapped around his brother and yanks, sending stefan tumbling onto the floor. over the sound of his indignant howl, damon leans over the edge of the bed and grins. ] Oops.
[ the feed closes on stefan's hand reaching up to grab damon's shoulder and then and pulling, and the thud of damon hitting the floor himself. ]
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that deer in headlights look up, over the edge of the bed at max's image on the screen has little to do with max teasing them or finding humor in their brotherly antics, but more with the realization that ( a ) he failed to return to his own bed after abandoning katherine to come talk to damon and ( b ) the tablet's on and apparently recording it all. ]
Uh... [ articulate. now, try again. with more words, this time. ] These aren't the droids you're looking for?
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What?
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[ stefan, you're talking to the one person in taxon who has no clue what star wars is. ]
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[ YOU'RE KILLIN' HIM, GUEVARA. ]
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That's the one where the aliens fight the predators and the captain's ship gets caught in the crossfire, right?