[Jeremy would go with her, and he’d enjoy it. He’d go with her even if he didn’t want to jump off too. There’s really nowhere that he wouldn’t go with her to.
It’s not always this heavy, but he understands how death will linger, how it will touch everything especially for her in a way that he won’t be able to understand. Her relationship with death is something that he’ll never be able to experience, but there is so much more to her than that.
There’s Sarah too. There’s not only an angel of death, and they will go bungee jumping, because they want to.
Because it’s living. It’s fun. It would be theirs.
A moment that can’t be taken away. He wants them to go.]
Okay, good. I get why it’d be difficult. [he gets why those step backs will happen sometimes.] It hasn’t gotten worse at all for me. It’s been better for the most part. Sometimes I still have dreams like I did the other night, but it’s not… it hasn’t been worse.
I’d let you know if it did, and we’d talk about it, but I don’t want it on the forefront of your mind either. I get if you did… fixate, but I wouldn’t want you to. I wouldn’t… want that knowledge to hurt you any longer than it already has.
[It’s not his fault obviously, but he can’t help but feel bad that he could bring any of that sadness to her even if it’s understandable. She would obviously get sad learning about something like that. Who wouldn’t? There’s just been enough sadness and hurt in her life to last a lifetime already, and he doesn’t want to be a part of it even knowing logically that it’s a part of loving someone.
No, it’s never what defines her in his eyes. He never sees her as an angel, as an angel of death.
He sees her as Sarah, and it’s nothing that will change, never. Even if he does live long enough to see her lose her mind (and it’s a terrifying thought that he doesn’t let stick with him) and she became all angel, he would still remember Sarah as she is and has been with him. Nothing could tarnish that. Nothing ever will.
Jeremy smiles back at her just a little as if he can sense that sadness lingering, clinging to her. His hand rests over her hand.]
Yeah, I’m… sorry too. That it even happened. I’m… not sure what he used to be like. He was in love with someone that’s… who turned him. He wanted to be with her forever, and she… made him think she’d died and abandoned him. [Jeremy shakes his head. He knows what happened, but he still doesn’t know exactly what Damon used to be, but he wouldn’t think that he was a killer when he was human. Fff, Elena. ;; And Damon knows that for sure. It’s part of why he is trying so hard to protect Jeremy too in this world, and he doesn’t want her going through any more loss.
He winces at her reaction. The ‘oh’ hits him right in the chest, but he doesn’t look away from her even if she’s staring at his chest. He stretches his hand out to rest against the side of her face again.]
Yeah, it was. I… kinda do too.
[Hate guns, which is obvious now likely considering one hit him in his chest.
Death via a bullet happens fairly fast, but the neck breaking was still less painful because it happened in an instant. He shakes his head too, pushing that away for the time being as he doesn’t want her to linger on it. Jeremy smiles back at her, looking at her face as if searching it, to see if she’s okay, if she’s better, knowing there’s so little he can do.]
Me too. The strangest thing. [His hands wrap around her waist when she kisses him on the neck.]
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It’s not always this heavy, but he understands how death will linger, how it will touch everything especially for her in a way that he won’t be able to understand. Her relationship with death is something that he’ll never be able to experience, but there is so much more to her than that.
There’s Sarah too. There’s not only an angel of death, and they will go bungee jumping, because they want to.
Because it’s living. It’s fun. It would be theirs.
A moment that can’t be taken away. He wants them to go.]
Okay, good. I get why it’d be difficult. [he gets why those step backs will happen sometimes.] It hasn’t gotten worse at all for me. It’s been better for the most part. Sometimes I still have dreams like I did the other night, but it’s not… it hasn’t been worse.
I’d let you know if it did, and we’d talk about it, but I don’t want it on the forefront of your mind either. I get if you did… fixate, but I wouldn’t want you to. I wouldn’t… want that knowledge to hurt you any longer than it already has.
[It’s not his fault obviously, but he can’t help but feel bad that he could bring any of that sadness to her even if it’s understandable. She would obviously get sad learning about something like that. Who wouldn’t? There’s just been enough sadness and hurt in her life to last a lifetime already, and he doesn’t want to be a part of it even knowing logically that it’s a part of loving someone.
No, it’s never what defines her in his eyes. He never sees her as an angel, as an angel of death.
He sees her as Sarah, and it’s nothing that will change, never. Even if he does live long enough to see her lose her mind (and it’s a terrifying thought that he doesn’t let stick with him) and she became all angel, he would still remember Sarah as she is and has been with him. Nothing could tarnish that. Nothing ever will.
Jeremy smiles back at her just a little as if he can sense that sadness lingering, clinging to her. His hand rests over her hand.]
Yeah, I’m… sorry too. That it even happened. I’m… not sure what he used to be like. He was in love with someone that’s… who turned him. He wanted to be with her forever, and she… made him think she’d died and abandoned him. [Jeremy shakes his head. He knows what happened, but he still doesn’t know exactly what Damon used to be, but he wouldn’t think that he was a killer when he was human.
Fff, Elena. ;; And Damon knows that for sure. It’s part of why he is trying so hard to protect Jeremy too in this world, and he doesn’t want her going through any more loss.
He winces at her reaction. The ‘oh’ hits him right in the chest, but he doesn’t look away from her even if she’s staring at his chest. He stretches his hand out to rest against the side of her face again.]
Yeah, it was. I… kinda do too.
[Hate guns, which is obvious now likely considering one hit him in his chest.
Death via a bullet happens fairly fast, but the neck breaking was still less painful because it happened in an instant. He shakes his head too, pushing that away for the time being as he doesn’t want her to linger on it. Jeremy smiles back at her, looking at her face as if searching it, to see if she’s okay, if she’s better, knowing there’s so little he can do.]
Me too. The strangest thing. [His hands wrap around her waist when she kisses him on the neck.]