Damon Salvatore

[damon alvisio salvatore]

Damon Alvisio Salvatore
170 -- Really? -- Ian Somerhalder.

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Let's pretend you don't know me. Let's pretend that if you've lived, or journeyed, inside of Mystic Falls, I haven't met you, that I haven't caught your eyes from across the room and locked you in a gaze of crystal. Let's pretend I haven't subdued whatever qualms you had with the Salvatore family under the guise of polite conversation and the gentlest of misunderstood souls, that you could see me, that every moment of my life playing games up until now were transparent before your prying eyes. If you could truly see me, you'd understand that souls have colors--if I had mine, it would be as black as the darkest night and as deep as the most violent ocean. I'm not trying to be obscure, just honest. Honesty is a trait all of us lack these days, isn't it? We've all grown accustomed to the status quo, of playing the roles life taught us to lead. Not me. The role my life had before me was laid to rest the moment I went against it, the moment my heart called for Katherine instead of the Salvatore name. What you see is the remnant of that man, where the bright eyes of a lover have been dulled by the reality of truth that so many of us try to escape from. The truest form of escape isn't death; it's in existing, still, in undeath, in the ability to turn off the faintest whims of human fancy. It's in living a life not blinded by emotion, not allowing those human urges to band against the desires you crave inside of your heart.

Look at me and tell me, if you could have it, you wouldn't take the world. You wouldn't reach for it, taste it, experience it. Look me in the face and tell me you could live in a world of complacency, and I will take you by the hand and show you just how much of a liar we all are. I'll show you my brother Stefan. Ask him, yourself. Ask him about those cravings he feels in the pit of his stomach, about the desires he fights hourly, daily, nightly with. He struggles with every fiber of his being to be more... human? Humanity is a myth placed on us by the world telling us to be “good.” I've seen enough of humanity to tell you that truth you try to hide from: we're all monsters hiding behind masks. Even him. Come closer, and I'll introduce you to the real Salvatore family.

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Stephen -- Eastern -- 23

[victoria mae donovan]