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08 September 2011 @ 06:43 pm
Fic: Damon's Song (The Vampire Diaries)  
Title: Damon's Song
Author: JenniferH (arabian)
Summary: Damon reminisces about his mother with Elena. (Damon/Elena)
Spoilers/Timeline: Takes place between seasons 2 and 3. Only a vague spoiler to the events of 2.21 ("The Sun Also Rises.")
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,944
Disclaimer Not mine. Wipes tear away.
Notes: Thanks to vale_nian for the translation, and linsell_farm for the read-over.

Lastly (and most importantly), this is dedicated to distant_autumn, who played along with my top 10 TVD favorites game and got herself this fic in return based on her prompt. :)

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Elena looked up as Damon walked toward her. He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were long past the 'sit by my parent's graves and write emo entries in my diary.'"

She frowned at him. "It's not about being emo, Damon. It makes me feel better."

"Sitting in a graveyard makes you feel … better?"

"Yes." She pointed to her mother's gravestone. "Just seeing her name, I can feel her presence. I think of the good times we shared. I remember her and it eases some of the emo." She grinned.

"Whatever works." He sat down on the soft grass next to her. Idly, he reached out for her diary, flipping it over in his hands without paying much attention to it before setting it back down. He glanced past her, gazing at something in the distance. Elena looked at him, a sudden thought occurring to her.

"Stefan never mentioned your mother." Elena sent him a considering glance, quite aware that Damon hadn't ever done so either. That, of course, was the point of her comment.

"Subtle," he smirked.

She responded with a rueful smile and a slight shrug of her shoulders. "So …"

"Stefan never mentioned her because he barely remembered her. My mother –" he broke off with a sigh. Elena sat up straighter, picking up on his use of 'my' rather than 'our.' She stayed quiet, waiting.

"My mother died when I was ten. Stefan was two, so yeah, he doesn't remember enough to mention."

"How did … I mean, what happened?"

"She was fine, and then she wasn't."

"What do you mean?"

"That. She was fine, and then one morning, she wasn't. I wasn't even allowed to see her. She seemed better that night, but we couldn't see her the next morning because she was sick again. I remember that Stefan ran into her room before anyone could stop him, and I followed. She was sleeping. Her maid was there, the curtains drawn." Damon stopped and looked away, a frown appearing on his face. "I haven't thought about that day in years. More than a century, in fact. Not since I was even younger than Stefan. But I remember.

"He started yelling for her, scrambling up on the bed. She woke up and screamed at the maid to get him out of there. She looked up and saw me. She cried, begged me to take Stefan away from her. So I did."

Abruptly Damon rose to his feet, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He looked into the distance again, his voice quiet. "The next morning, father told me she was gone. The funeral was a few days later, but I never saw her again. She wasn't laid out, there was no viewing. She was just … gone."

Elena stood up; she moved to his side and placed a hand on his arm in comfort. "I'm sorry, Damon."

"It was a hundred and sixty years ago." He shook his head, but didn't shake her hand away. "Her grave is there," he pointed straight ahead to an elaborate gravestone too far away for her to properly make out.

Giving his arm a squeeze, Elena shifted closer. "Do you want to go and visit her?"

"No." He answered sharply, moving then, and her hand fell away. Elena sighed, feeling a bit guilty that she'd unintentionally brought up such a painful memory for him. She bit her lip, trying to think of something to lighten his mood. He surprised her by speaking again, his tone softer, and gentler.

"He just wanted to hear his song." He looked over at her, his expression clear, but it was obvious that his head was stuck in the past. "That's what she would do. Every morning as far back as I could remember, she would sing "Mio Dolce Ragazzo" to me, and –" he stopped, nodding slightly to a silent beat. He shook his head. "No, I don't remember Stefan's song. He was only two, so she'd only been singing it for those few years, and most of the time, she sang to him when I wasn't around and vice versa"

He turned to Elena, a smile on his face. "But I remember mine." Just the slightest note of wonder entered his voice. "It's been one hundred and sixty years since she sang it to me, but I can still hear it so clearly in my mind. I can even hear her voice still." His smile was soft, an innocent slant to the cynical mask he usually wore. Then his expression suddenly hardened. "A few weeks after her death, father caught me singing it."

He was silent for a few moments, prompting Elena to push him. "And?"

"He told me to stop. Said he never wanted to hear it again. I asked him why and he took me to his office for a whipping." Damon let out a sharp bark of laughter. "I never sang it again."

They were quiet for a long moment, and then with a firm nod, she filled the silence.

"Well, sing it now."

He raised a brow.

"You said you remember it. Your father's not gonna stop you. Sing it." She moved close to him again, a wistful smile crossing her face. "I want to hear it."

"Elena," he all but whispered, an aching tear in the unsteady laugh that followed. "One hundred and sixty years. It's been that long."

"And that's too long." She stepped closer to him, once more reaching out, her hands now holding onto both arms. Her warm gaze demanded that he meet her eyes. "You loved your mother. You clearly loved this song. Your father," she shook her head, a quick burn of disdain crossing her features, "took that from you once when you were a child. Don't let him take that from you for, what, forever? That's not fair, it's not right, and it gives him too much power. Hasn't he hurt you enough, Damon? Didn't he take enough from you?"

He wanted to look away; she could see that on his face; he wanted to hide the vulnerability, the pain that was there so clear for her to see. But she wouldn't let him, she wouldn't look away. She wouldn't release her hold on him. With everything that had happened since the sacrifice, Damon had been there for her, and maybe she couldn't give him what he wanted most from her, but if she could give him some peace, a measure of comfort then she would do that.

"I don't know. The melody is barely there, the words, I only recall a phrase or two, and --"

"You're lying."

"No."

"Yes."

"Fine, I'm lying, Elena." He jerked out of her grasp and backed away. "I don't want to. It's not him, it's --" he broke off, looking around, his eyes frantically searching for a spot upon which to fix. Finally, his gaze held still. Elena turned and followed it, seeing it locked upon his mother's grave in the distance. "It's her, Elena. You don't understand. She was it. She was the only person in my whole life, living, undead, whatever, the only person who ever loved me. Completely. No judgment, no in spite ofs, no despite who I am. She just loved me. And I know it's because I was only ten years old when she died. I know that if she'd lived longer to see what I became, who I am, she'd hate me, at least a part of her. God, I hope, just a part, but she would. She'd hate me, but she didn't live to see that, so the only memory, all I have of her is her loving me without condition."

"So remember her, Damon!"

"I can't! It hurts. Elena, it hurts to remember."

She took a step toward him, her hand rising again, but he stepped back. Like a wounded animal, she thought. Which, of course, was exactly what he was. Her hand fell to her side, and she closed her eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath.

"Doesn't it hurt not to?" She finally asked.

His head snapped back, and he looked at her, his eyes wide and searching as he processed her words. And then, "yes," he breathed. "It does."

"So, sing me your song. Maybe it will hurt less to remember her, remember her love." She bit her lip and moved quickly to capture his hand, curling her fingers around his. Her eyes fell just as he absently caressed her skin. She released an unsteady breath, and her voice dropped to a near-whisper, as she forced herself to meet his gaze once more. "And maybe it will help you realize, maybe a little bit, that if you would just let yourself, you could be worthy of love."

He was quiet a long moment, so long that she expected him to refuse again, or outright walk away without a word, but he surprised her. "It's in Italian." He sounded almost shy; she couldn't help but smile in response.

Elena shrugged. "So, I won't know what you're saying." She squeezed his hand. "But you will."

"I am not a good singer."

"I don't care," she laughed.

"Really, I suck. One of the very few things at which I will freely admit that I am not amazing."

"Sing."

He rolled his eyes, and then closed them, but his fingers tightened around hers. He began to sing, his words slow and halting at first, before picking up strength as the melody, the lyrics came back to him.

Quando la stella brilla
Lo fa per te, amore mio.
Quando la pioggia cade
Il suo tocco è dolce come te.
La fioritura della rosa solletica il mio cuore
però sei tu, amore mio,
Che arrossi la rosa.
Ragazzo mio, ragazzo mio, ragazzo mio dolce
sei tu, amore mio.


Elena was quiet, but she was smiling. "That was beautiful," she whispered.

"Yeah," he smiled. And then, softly, sweetly, "Thank you. It … was nice. Remembering. It was good."

"I'm glad."

His gaze was warm, and then warmer and the air between them suddenly thickened. Her breath caught, as his eyes fell to her lips. She snapped her gaze shut, and then forced herself to look away before she opened them. In her line of sight now was the gravestone in the distance. She couldn't help it; her gaze returned to Damon, before quickly dropping to their joined hands. Still. She let out a shaky breath, and reluctantly, too reluctantly, she let go and stepped back. Damon shoved his hands in his pockets, and cleared his throat.

Elena struggled to think of something, anything to say to dissolve the tension.

"Elena –"

"Damon –"

They both laughed. "You first," he offered with a gesture of his hand.

"Two things. What's the translation?"

He shrugged. "Something about stars and roses and how a sweet boy – that would be me – makes them shine and tickle hearts and turn red."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Well, that's not an exact translation, but close enough. What? It was children's lullaby from the 1800's. What did you expect? A Taylor Swift diary entry?"

Elena rolled her eyes, and Damon grinned.

"And?"

"And?"

"You said two things."

Elena, nodded. "Oh right," she stepped back and turned around to scoop up her bag. With a bright smile, she faced him and then began to head out, glancing over her shoulder to see if he was following. He was; a curious expression upon his face.

"Elena?"

"Number two."

He smiled, "yes?"

"You are a terrible singer."

His smile turned to a laugh; his laughter tickled her heart.

THE END

* Actual translation of the song:

When the star does shine
It does for you, my love.
When the rain does fall
Its touch is as sweet as you.
The bloom of the rose tickles my heart
Though, tis you, my love,
That reddens the rose.
My boy, my boy, my sweet boy
Tis you, my love.
 
 
 
k_stjamesk_stjames on September 9th, 2011 01:50 am (UTC)
You almost made me cry you wrote Damon so beautifully vunerable. Nice job.
Arabian: Ian Somerhalder03arabian on September 9th, 2011 03:03 am (UTC)
Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed my take on Damon. :)
Munchlette Belle: spikemunchlettebelle on September 9th, 2011 03:37 am (UTC)
Um, I for sure cried a little bit. This was so sweet. I loved the way Damon remembers his mother. And you did a great job of capturing the friendship between Elena and Damon and her efforts to keep it from turning into something more.
Arabian: Damon05arabian on September 9th, 2011 04:16 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much. That's so sweet of you. I'm glad that you liked my view of Damon about his mother, and the burgeoning thereness between DE that she's trying to keep at bay. :)
seeleyishotseeleyishot on September 9th, 2011 03:41 am (UTC)
That was really beautiful. It was really touching to see Damon remember his mother that way so sweet :-) thanks for sharing this beautiful story with us :-)
Arabian: Ian Somerhalder02arabian on September 9th, 2011 04:17 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you. I really would love to see the show touch upon the Salavtore mother; this was my take.

Thank you for commenting. :)
Dulcedecorumestdulcedeusex on September 9th, 2011 04:51 am (UTC)
Great job Arabian! My fave was the memory of Stefan running into the room and Damon following. Broke my heart all over again. I also really enjoyed the banter at the beginning of the fic about Elena being emo. Was a real nice touch, Elena pushing him, and I could see something like that happening on the show.
Arabian: Damon & Elena09arabian on September 11th, 2011 12:51 am (UTC)
Thank you. Yeah, I could just see that younger moment with Stefan and Damon. It really was an easy flow to write this.

Was a real nice touch, Elena pushing him, and I could see something like that happening on the show.

Thank you, when I write "currently," I try and keep it as believable as possible as how it would happen on the show.
vamplover85: katiequeenvamplover85 on September 9th, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)
aww this was perfect I loved it so much. :D I laughed a little when he said "taylor swift diary entry" lol. This was perfect so much vulnerable Damon! It was nice that Elena opened that part of him and to be there for him. :D Lovely hon!
Arabian: Damon04arabian on September 11th, 2011 01:23 pm (UTC)
I actually do like Taylor Swift, but Damon's comment about his unflinching ability to listen to her just makes her such an easy Damon-target, LOL!

Thank you for commenting; glad you liked it. :)
(no subject) - vamplover85 on September 11th, 2011 07:16 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - arabian on October 6th, 2011 01:54 am (UTC) (Expand)
ancholiaancholia on September 9th, 2011 08:57 am (UTC)
Aww, that was sweet and sad, good sad, and I might have almost cried. ;)
I'm happy to read some fic about their mother because that's a part of Damon and Stefan's history I would like to know more of. I sense there is something buried, especially for Damon, and I would love the writers to use that (I kinda hope they will in season 3 as I have this whole theory about Damon and Stefan having different mothers).
Anyway, thanks for filling a void in the fandom so beautifully.
Arabian: Damon & Elena10arabian on October 6th, 2011 01:40 am (UTC)
Aww, that was sweet and sad, good sad, and I might have almost cried. ;)

Oh, thank you so much.

I'm happy to read some fic about their mother because that's a part of Damon and Stefan's history I would like to know more of. I sense there is something buried, especially for Damon, and I would love the writers to use that

Me too. I actually kinda hinted at my theory in this story (in that their mother was turned into a vampire and that's why their father is so anti-vampire).

(I kinda hope they will in season 3 as I have this whole theory about Damon and Stefan having different mothers).

I'd love to find out more about their mom from the show.

Anyway, thanks for filling a void in the fandom so beautifully.

Thank you again. :)
Azmiri Sultana Mridulmridul777 on September 9th, 2011 02:27 pm (UTC)
The song was so very sweet.....

"And maybe it will help you realize, maybe a little bit, that if you would just let yourself, you could be worthy of love."

This was my favorite line. :D

I was actually wondering why Elena doesn't mention that he's a bad singer, I mean I was kinda hoping that he would be, a person dead or undead shouldn't be allowed to be perfect at everything! LoL

This part: His gaze was warm, and then warmer and the air between them suddenly thickened. Her breath caught, as his eyes fell to her lips.

Wouldn't it have been so awesome if Damon was able to kiss her whenever he wanted. Right?

By that (^^pointing upwards) I didn't mean that you should've included them kissing, in your story. I meant, what if he was able to kiss her without any awkwardness, without any problems arising.

A guy like Damon, when loves someone completely and trusts that someone, only then he allows his vulnerabilities to surface. And I wish that someday the situation and the relationship between him and Elena becomes something such that he'd be able to kiss her whenever he wants. :/

This was MASHA-ALLAH a well-written story.
You should write more.....
Arabian: Damon10arabian on October 6th, 2011 01:40 am (UTC)
The song was so very sweet.....

Thank you. I wrote it myself and had an Italian friend translate it for me. :)

I was actually wondering why Elena doesn't mention that he's a bad singer, I mean I was kinda hoping that he would be, a person dead or undead shouldn't be allowed to be perfect at everything! LoL

Exactly!

Wouldn't it have been so awesome if Damon was able to kiss her whenever he wanted. Right?

I can NOT wait until that day comes on the show. And I just can't see this pair written amorously as they have Stefan/Elena. I expect Damon to constantly be touching her, kissing her, trying to get her back into bed (succeeding more often than not) all the time.

By that (^^pointing upwards) I didn't mean that you should've included them kissing, in your story. I meant, what if he was able to kiss her without any awkwardness, without any problems arising.

Yeah, I totally got that, no worries.

A guy like Damon, when loves someone completely and trusts that someone, only then he allows his vulnerabilities to surface. And I wish that someday the situation and the relationship between him and Elena becomes something such that he'd be able to kiss her whenever he wants. :/

Me too. It has to come, it just has to.

This was MASHA-ALLAH a well-written story. You should write more.....

Thank you. I don't know if you know, but just click on my "fic" link, all of my recent stories have been TVD (I think there are 3 earlier Damon/Elena (one NC-17), and one Stefan/Katherine story. And, of course, I just posted an Elijah/Katherine-ish story.) :)
wickedrumwickedrum on September 9th, 2011 02:29 pm (UTC)
I love how she picks up on little clues to how he's feeling, what's his problem and how to make him do things she wants him to. She's got a lot of work ahead of her!
Arabian: Ian & Nina14arabian on October 6th, 2011 01:41 am (UTC)
I love how she picks up on little clues to how he's feeling, what's his problem and how to make him do things she wants him to. She's got a lot of work ahead of her!

Yup, but I wanted to show that she's already getting there. WHEE!
eolivet on September 9th, 2011 04:49 pm (UTC)
:D What an original, sweet and wonderful idea -- and done to perfection with your masterful characterization. :) I love the idea of Damon and Elena in the cemetery where both their mothers are buried...and Damon remembering the one person who loved him unconditionally. :( Elena's line of "Doesn't it hurt not to" was fabulous, and the interaction between them tender and lovely. :D You walk this beautiful line of keeping them in character, while still seeming as if they harbor deep affection for one another. :) Your fics are a treat to read indeed. :D

Thank you for sharing your talent and your insight and keep writing!!! :D
Arabian: Damon & Elena08arabian on October 6th, 2011 01:41 am (UTC)
:D What an original, sweet and wonderful idea -- and done to perfection with your masterful characterization. :)

Aww, thank you so much. :)

I love the idea of Damon and Elena in the cemetery where both their mothers are buried...and Damon remembering the one person who loved him unconditionally. :(

He has to have had at least one person in his life, right?!?!? Right?!?!

Elena's line of "Doesn't it hurt not to" was fabulous

I thought it very important and something that Damon on the show needs to realize.

You walk this beautiful line of keeping them in character, while still seeming as if they harbor deep affection for one another. :) Your fics are a treat to read indeed. :D

Thank you, you know how hard I strive to do that. :)
sassy, classy, and a bit smart-assy: TVD: Elena Damon kitchenbadboy_fangirl on September 9th, 2011 06:30 pm (UTC)
I like this a lot; it's very true to who they are (him trying to hide, her seeing right through him), but it's also sort of a unique piece in this fandom. There's always so much angst, UST, and generalized torture in the fic about these two, that we forget about those easy moments that they have from time to time. Not to say this is without angst or UST for that matter, because it's a given with these two that you WILL feel that too, but I liked it for the other. A very special piece.

Edited at 2011-09-09 06:32 pm (UTC)
Arabian: Damon & Elena01arabian on October 6th, 2011 01:41 am (UTC)
I like this a lot; it's very true to who they are (him trying to hide, her seeing right through him), but it's also sort of a unique piece in this fandom.

Ooh, thank you for saying so.

There's always so much angst, UST, and generalized torture in the fic about these two, that we forget about those easy moments that they have from time to time.

Yes! They do have such a natural ease with one another and I do wish it was explored more in fic, because it's really there on display in the show quite often.

Not to say this is without angst or UST for that matter, because it's a given with these two that you WILL feel that too, but I liked it for the other. A very special piece.

I really appreciate you saying this. Thank you.
distant_autumn: DE - Kiss - by electrical_sdistant_autumn on September 9th, 2011 08:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you so, so much for writing this ♥! I loved it. From the banter and the teasing, to the ways in which they so truly see each other, it was beautiful.

Okay, let me flail in detail! I really liked the callback to the Elena of the pilot, sitting in the graveyard; it seems really fitting after all that happened at the end of the season, and Elena's reversion to the girl who looked sadly at all the photos around the mirror of those she had lost, then went out and tried to fake looking and feeling better than she did.

Only of course a lot of things have changed too, like Damon's presence in her life. I love that he just invites himself to sit next to her, that he starts attempts to draw her out of her perceived 'emo', but that she is able to push past that and make him truly feel and see the value in what she is doing, the ways in which she draws strength and love from it and gains a piece of her mother back. And oh goodness, how lovely it is that she teaches him to connect to his mother in the same way as she is connecting to hers? So, so lovely.

I loved that he instantly realised she was attempting to do some bonding and yet can't resist her, I loved the "my mother" and that Elena just as rapidly clocked it and yet knew enough to not call attention to it, even though she was curious. (And for some reason, I loved the little detail of her sitting up straighter, like on some level she already recognised just how much more of himself he might be about to let her into.)

I really liked that his memories of how it all happened are so filtered through childhood; that in some ways it is crystal clear for him, but in others he still only has that childlike understanding of the situation to go by.

"It was a hundred and sixty years ago." He shook his head, but didn't shake her hand away. "Her grave is there," he pointed straight ahead to an elaborate gravestone too far away for her to properly make out.

I really liked the contrast between those two lines. That it was all those years ago, that he says he hasn't thought of what happened for so long, and yet... it's all right there just under the surface, and the unhesitating knowledge of exactly where she is reinforces that.

The glimpse of him and Stefan as kids was so nicely done, with Stefan running ahead and Damon being the big brother and taking him away even though he wanted to stay with her. Damon saying Stefan just wanted her to sing to him was both so sweetly innocent and childlike, yet so sad with it, and though it goes unspoken, you just know that the same must've been true of Damon too.

I loved that he tried to keep singing it after her death, and it seems both terrible and appropriate (given the apparent nature of their relationship) that his father was the one who took that from Damon. And even more appropriate that it is Elena who can finally help him find it again, and reconnect with the boy he once was and the love he once both received and felt.

He wanted to look away; she could see that on his face; he wanted to hide the vulnerability, the pain that was there so clear for her to see. But she wouldn't let him, she wouldn't look away. She wouldn't release her hold on him.

Oh god, isn't that just them right there? ♥! And then oh, him looking at his mother's grave, unable not to, even as he's scared to let her memory fully back in. Oh, my heart. And I'm getting caught up in the emotional stuff, but what I also love are a lot of the little details where I can just really see Damon/Ian's performance, e.g. He jerked out of her grasp and backed away. "I don't want to. It's not him, it's --" he broke off, looking around, his eyes frantically searching for a spot upon which to fix.

distant_autumn: DE - Not Touching by vienna-blooddistant_autumn on September 9th, 2011 08:51 pm (UTC)
Part 2, Because I have a lot of feelings
Also, that entire bit about her complete, unconditional love and both how much it did and does mean to him, and how afraid he is of facing her now, his fear of what she would think of him and of losing that one pure love he ever feels he received, is both beautifully written and completely bloody heartbreaking. And oh, Elena pushing him past it, finding ways to reach him, making him realise it is worth the pain to get part of his mother back, to let her and her love for him back into his life. And she knows, she does, because even though so many of the circumstances are different, that's still what she does with her own mother; take the pain, so she can remember the good times and the love and feel close to her. Only of course it's not even just his mother, with Damon. I mean, it is in this moment, but it's what he needs to do with life and love and people in general and of course Elena is the one to help him here, because she is the one reaching him and making him see that in the wider sense, too.

She bit her lip and moved quickly to capture his hand, curling her fingers around his. Her eyes fell just as he absently caressed her skin. She released an unsteady breath, and her voice dropped to a near-whisper, as she forced herself to meet his gaze once more. "And maybe it will help you realize, maybe a little bit, that if you would just let yourself, you could be worthy of love."

OH ELENA. OTP OTP OTP. And then him getting SHY. Damon! Shy! (Off set by the snark, naturally: "One of the very few things at which I will freely admit that I am not amazing." Hee!) Also, him tightening his fingers on hers. Eee! How is every little gesture between them such complete magic?

His gaze was warm, and then warmer and the air between them suddenly thickened. Her breath caught, as his eyes fell to her lips. She snapped her gaze shut, and then forced herself to look away before she opened them. In her line of sight now was the gravestone in the distance. She couldn't help it; her gaze returned to Damon, before quickly dropping to their joined hands. Still. She let out a shaky breath, and reluctantly, too reluctantly, she let go and stepped back. Damon shoved his hands in his pockets, and cleared his throat.

I'm just going to roll around in the loveliness of this moment, don't mind me. I just love everything about it, the utter intensity of it and how rapidly Elena gets drawn into it, after her earlier thought about not being able to give him what he really wants, and yet oh, it's never far from surface, this thing between them, not really, no matter how much she tries not to deal with it.

ALSO: In her line of sight now was the gravestone in the distance. YES. SO PERFECT. Of course in that moment of connection between them she looks towards the last woman who loved him so wholly and unreservedly, because she might not know it yet, but Elena's going to love him like that too.

And then of course they have to back off a bit and break the tension, of COURSE they do, and so they go back to bantering. Aww. Also, her joking about his singing at the end was so damn cute. ♥!

Again, thank you SO much for writing this for me, it was beautiful :)
Re: Part 2, Because I have a lot of feelings - arabian on October 6th, 2011 01:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - arabian on October 6th, 2011 01:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
Diana: Vampire Diaries - Not Leaving (D/E)butterfly on September 9th, 2011 11:18 pm (UTC)
That was really sweet. I liked the sharing of the moment and Elena encouraging Damon to remember something from when he was human and loved.
Arabian: Damon & Elena12arabian on September 16th, 2011 10:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you, sweetie! :D
lady_slayerlady_slayer on September 16th, 2011 06:39 pm (UTC)
That was really sweet... I wanted to hear the song, but I couldn't find it on youtube...meh.
I really LOVE to listen to the songs of songfictions, or if there is a song even mentioned in a story...I'm that weird.
Anyway, it was a really lovely story!
Arabian: Damon & Elena13arabian on September 16th, 2011 10:46 pm (UTC)
You can't find the song because I made it up. I couldn't find a lullaby that would work that was from before 1864, so I made one up and asked an Italian friend to translate. :)

I'm glad you liked it, thank you so much. :)

Edited at 2011-09-16 10:46 pm (UTC)
hopelessalwayshopelessalways on November 14th, 2011 02:05 am (UTC)
love this so much. elena is so wonderfully compassionate and damon is so open and vulnerable. bravo.

and this:

"Elena," he all but whispered, an aching tear in the unsteady laugh that followed. "One hundred and sixty years. It's been that long."

:(