sizeofyourbaggage: (I hear you)
Sam Wilson ([personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage) wrote 2017-10-01 06:33 am (UTC)

[ He'll tell her, one day - more than one day, because it's not the kind of thing that's a one and done, but that's for later.

For now his arm tightens around her, shifting a little so he can settle her more against him - so his shoulder or chest is readily available to cry into, if she wants. He's not afraid of a little tears.

It does make a difference. There've been so many futures that Sam saw for himself, bright and promising or bleak and distant, every one of them lost when his circumstances changed irrevocably. When he stopped being the man who looked forward to them.

It makes a difference, but it's also nothing that they can change. Elena says it better than he could; she's not human anymore. ]


( You don't gotta say it if you're not ready. I know. ) [ Oh, he sure as hell knows. He'd felt it from damn near the first day he met her, and he feels it now stronger than ever. Not mention he's pretty sure he'd know anyway, considering the way they act around each other.

It's a simple fact of life; the sun rises and sets, the stars gleam at night, flowers bloom in spring, and Elena loves Damon. ]


( Elena, you deserve to have someone who's gonna love you for who you are right now, because I gotta tell you - who you are is pretty damn amazing. You both deserve to get something you want, to finally be happy. )

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