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.
You say that as if you have never seen me retract my claws before. Excuse me for making an attempt at making someone feel better. Forget about it, Damon, I expect to have anything nice I say thrown back in my face by you Salvatores now anyway.
Oh come on, you know sarcasm is one of my best forms of defense, just take no notice of me. — But for what it’s worth… I don’t think you’re as awful as you want people to believe either.
Well, I have no objections to that. But come on, Mr Salvatore. You look a lot cuter when you smile.
Give me a reason to smile then, Miss Prescott.
Well I’d offer you a sip but your baby is a little young to go straight for the hard stuff.
You are a dick, I didn’t deny that. But forget it. I’d rather not waste my breath.
Well I’m only trying to protect your rep, wouldn’t want me to see that there’s a soft and fuzzy side to the original herself, would you?
I wasn’t going to do it myself. How are you anyways Mr. Salvatore?
Drinking my way through the bar, I’m pretty good. You?
Hmm, but they’re such pretty eyes. Either way, understandable. Know the feeling prety well.
Damon sighed quietly, putting his drink down still half full and standing up. “I’m going to bed, you’re welcome to join me.”
Well not when you have that frame of mind. I’m only going to say this once, and I will completely deny it if you mention it to anyone, but you’re worth a lot more than you genuinely give yourself credit for. You’re also not as awful as you like people to believe you are.
Then what frame of mind should I have, oh wise one? You’re wrong though, I’m much worse than awful. I’m a dick, don’t ever let someone fool you into thinking otherwise.