( the distraction jars damon enough that his shields lower. not so much that sam can see anything again, at least, but enough that he can hear a quiet but persistent thump, thump, thump in the background — it may take him a minute, but eventually the sound is unmistakable: a heartbeat. his, in fact — damon can hear it as easily as he can hear sam speak, though he's done his best up til now to tune it out.
What the fuck what? I can't concentrate if you're going to be talking to me, his mental tone is irritable, snippy — damon really is very hungry. he hasn't fed since the morning before he showed up here, and just because he can go days without feeding doesn't mean it's pleasant. half his focus is on not eating people, and he could use that other half to do literally anything else. he'd been coping well until sam dredged it up from the depths of his subconscious, and now it's annoyingly visceral. )
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What the fuck what? I can't concentrate if you're going to be talking to me, his mental tone is irritable, snippy — damon really is very hungry. he hasn't fed since the morning before he showed up here, and just because he can go days without feeding doesn't mean it's pleasant. half his focus is on not eating people, and he could use that other half to do literally anything else. he'd been coping well until sam dredged it up from the depths of his subconscious, and now it's annoyingly visceral. )