Last time I checked, I could go anywhere I want. I’m not a prisoner, nor am I a child. No one’s going to lock me away.
You might not be a child but you’re carrying one and you know wolves aren’t very welcomed here.
"Don’t you get it? You may not care but we do. You won’t hear me say that again but it’s true. If we did not care do you think we would have really stuck around? Caroline might have for Klaus but me and Elena? I doubt it." He shook his head "If I play my cards right and if I want it I could also be under Klaus’ wing but I don’t want to owe him anything. Also I only try to keep peace when I know it is possible. This is too big for me to keep the peace everywhere. Mystic Falls I only just managed to keep under control but here? I can’t and I won’t take on more than I can handle. You worry too much." He shrugged "Plus with the cure still floating about Elena is safe and under Klaus’ protection too. So you really need to stop worrying. Our boarding house? You left it behind. Jeremy should be at school in theory. All you need to worry about is weekends.” He rolled his eyes “Fine. I will consider it. No more, no less.”
"No, Stefan, you don’t get it. I left because I didn’t want to stay and let you all fall witness to my unraveling, and yet here you all are” he huffed. “Yes, I do worry to much, if it was possible for me to have worry wrinkles I’d have a million, but I’m not going to stop worrying because you’re refusing to go home. I liked you better when you were a kid, you listened to me” he pointed, shaking his head and sipping his drink. “So what, still my house, it would of been in tatters long ago if it wasn’t for me. You live like a pig” he smirked.
"My savior," she smiles back and then reaches out to poke his cheeks. "There it is. The smile."
"It was an accident best forgotten out, not something to be dragged up in court" he shrugged, smiling softly. "Well what can I say, it makes me happy when a beautiful woman says she remembers me."
Tatiana looked at Damon before deciding. Tatia knew that look he had all too well. It was the look she saw in herself and much like him she would rather cut off her tongue “Sure. Why not.” She stood up and followed him.
Damon walked to his room, stripping down to his boxers without a care and flopping into his bed.
Yeah, I’d like to try getting them used to the light stuff first.
What are you even doing here? I’m surprised you haven’t been locked away.
I remember you, you know. Something about your eyes reminded me of someone… And it hit me a few nights ago.
"Yeah?" he hummed quietly, turning his head to face her, a shimmer of soft amusement in his eyes. "I remember you too. — Good to see you in a better state of mind."
You know, sometimes it scares me how much alike I believe we are. We create this image of ourselves to make people fear us because it’s much easier to make them hate us than it is to make them love us. Love makes us blind and completely and utterly compels us until it’s taken away and given to someone else instead. We hurt people to stop them from seeing how hurt we really are.
…As I said, it’s a frightening comparison.
And that only makes you think about why we are the way we are. I don’t know about you but I’ve got some deep childhood trauma that’s probably one of my reasons for being such a dick. You know what we are? We’re like those cute wounded little animals, rough on the outside but cuddly on the inside… And don’t deny it, I remember you’re a snuggler.
You know you’re not half bad when you’re not being a raging bitch.