[ That's the trick with the Salvatore brothers. Damon's cruelty is writ large; it's difficult to hide. By contrast, Stefan's sins come quietly, in quick flashes. Damon is impossible to miss, but Stefan is just as dangerous, if not more so. People so rarely see Stefan coming.
And that is important here, where people may willingly open up their veins to him. Stefan is kind. He cares deeply for the people around him. And that remains true up to a point, when the dark, vicious thing that lives in him stirs and the thirst drowns out every lick of self-control Lexi seared into him. When Stefan loses control of himself here, how long will Damon spend trying to hide the bodies? How much will his brother risk to protect him here, when it's so much more difficult to hide than in Mystic Falls? ]
Damon.
[ It's not a protest. What more can Stefan say? They both know he's out of options, at least for the moment.
The Salvatores choose each other every time. Over the well being of everyone else, over good sense and strategy. Is it any surprise Damon won't let him lay down and desiccate into a husk? ]
I need to know you'll be able to stop me.
[ But maybe Damon wouldn't need to make any promises. Stefan's struggle is written across his face, in the darkening veins beneath his eyes. The slash across Damon's palm hasn't closed. The scent of blood in the air might do the job for him, if Damon were ruthless about it. Stefan isn't in a position to flee. To where? To do what? He draws a step closer, arms uncrossing. ]
cw: the salvatores etc.
And that is important here, where people may willingly open up their veins to him. Stefan is kind. He cares deeply for the people around him. And that remains true up to a point, when the dark, vicious thing that lives in him stirs and the thirst drowns out every lick of self-control Lexi seared into him. When Stefan loses control of himself here, how long will Damon spend trying to hide the bodies? How much will his brother risk to protect him here, when it's so much more difficult to hide than in Mystic Falls? ]
Damon.
[ It's not a protest. What more can Stefan say? They both know he's out of options, at least for the moment.
The Salvatores choose each other every time. Over the well being of everyone else, over good sense and strategy. Is it any surprise Damon won't let him lay down and desiccate into a husk? ]
I need to know you'll be able to stop me.
[ But maybe Damon wouldn't need to make any promises. Stefan's struggle is written across his face, in the darkening veins beneath his eyes. The slash across Damon's palm hasn't closed. The scent of blood in the air might do the job for him, if Damon were ruthless about it. Stefan isn't in a position to flee. To where? To do what? He draws a step closer, arms uncrossing. ]