[No, she doesn't have to say it and Jeremy thinks it is understandable. Anyone that had to deal with what she does would be messed up by it sometimes. There's a huge difference between who she is when that death, when the angel is at the forefront of her mind and when she is Sarah. Sarah.
Jeremy would fight off that ice for her each and every time, but he knows. He knows from his reading that it's not that simple, and there are times when he wouldn't be able to fight it off.
He knows. He read that entry, and he knows she could have gone over to see it for certain, but she's here and it wasn't that long ago that she spoke to her friend. And he doesn't think it's cowardly while knowing why she would feel that way.
Jeremy smirks a little back, and his hand drifts to the corner of her mouth as if tracing that smirk.]
Very shiny. Long way to go before we have to worry. We can. I'd go with you.
[He really would despite the fact that they were joking.
Jeremy wouldn't let herself be heavy with it always. The joking helps. If he helps and he knows he does, he's there, right there with her until she can smirk again, smile again, as soft as it may be.
It's strange because he can feel the shift from ice cold to something warmer, to more like she feels on an ordinary day to him. He smiles at her and places his lips against her chin, gently, kissing.]
Okay, then together lets not ever imagine it, alright?
[Jeremy is aware that it's not that simple, not for her. He imagines what it'd be like to find her... dead, dying, more times than he can list. Those are the scary dreams. Those are the nightmares.
He smiles just before she place the kiss against the corner of his mouth, and he rests a hand on the back of her neck to bring her in again after she's said Okay and he kisses her, directly on the lips and smiles against them.
Jeremy winces. He knew that she'd react that way.]
They were having an argument in her room. He was... touching her and that's my sister. I overheard and waked in on it, and... he broke my neck. He used to be-- He's changed. [And he doesn't know how he believes and trusts that Damon won't kill him anymore. Jeremy knows now to avoid him when he's that emotional.
He knows what an emotional Damon will do. He's still capable of killing, but Jeremy does trust and believe that Damon's number one concern is protecting his sister. And that includes him.
His hands slip up over her hands as they rest against his neck, and he smiles at her in an attempt to be reassuring. Jeremy understands completely, and it's not until she says she feels it that tears actually burn in his eyes. It feels like he's been hit, like something sharp has slid into him and he looks down, the tears burning at his eyes.]
No. [It's said softly, and he looks up at her, shaking his head as he looks at her.] I'm sorry that you have to feel it every single time.
If my feeling it, going there means you have someone that understands, I'm... it makes me more okay with it. [It gives some point and purpose to both of his deaths, to his coming back from them too.]
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Jeremy would fight off that ice for her each and every time, but he knows. He knows from his reading that it's not that simple, and there are times when he wouldn't be able to fight it off.
He knows. He read that entry, and he knows she could have gone over to see it for certain, but she's here and it wasn't that long ago that she spoke to her friend. And he doesn't think it's cowardly while knowing why she would feel that way.
Jeremy smirks a little back, and his hand drifts to the corner of her mouth as if tracing that smirk.]
Very shiny. Long way to go before we have to worry. We can. I'd go with you.
[He really would despite the fact that they were joking.
Jeremy wouldn't let herself be heavy with it always. The joking helps. If he helps and he knows he does, he's there, right there with her until she can smirk again, smile again, as soft as it may be.
It's strange because he can feel the shift from ice cold to something warmer, to more like she feels on an ordinary day to him. He smiles at her and places his lips against her chin, gently, kissing.]
Okay, then together lets not ever imagine it, alright?
[Jeremy is aware that it's not that simple, not for her. He imagines what it'd be like to find her... dead, dying, more times than he can list. Those are the scary dreams. Those are the nightmares.
He smiles just before she place the kiss against the corner of his mouth, and he rests a hand on the back of her neck to bring her in again after she's said Okay and he kisses her, directly on the lips and smiles against them.
Jeremy winces. He knew that she'd react that way.]
They were having an argument in her room. He was... touching her and that's my sister. I overheard and waked in on it, and... he broke my neck. He used to be-- He's changed. [And he doesn't know how he believes and trusts that Damon won't kill him anymore. Jeremy knows now to avoid him when he's that emotional.
He knows what an emotional Damon will do. He's still capable of killing, but Jeremy does trust and believe that Damon's number one concern is protecting his sister. And that includes him.
His hands slip up over her hands as they rest against his neck, and he smiles at her in an attempt to be reassuring. Jeremy understands completely, and it's not until she says she feels it that tears actually burn in his eyes. It feels like he's been hit, like something sharp has slid into him and he looks down, the tears burning at his eyes.]
No. [It's said softly, and he looks up at her, shaking his head as he looks at her.] I'm sorry that you have to feel it every single time.
If my feeling it, going there means you have someone that understands, I'm... it makes me more okay with it. [It gives some point and purpose to both of his deaths, to his coming back from them too.]