( it takes a moment for damon to realize what sam is referring to — the bloodlust is something he's dealt with so long he can almost tune it out, when he has to. at the very least, he can focus on other things. it's a coping mechanism not all vampires develop, his brother included, but which all of them could benefit from. being able to be so starving you can feel your cells begin to shrivel up and still be able to focus on other things is important.
granted, it's a skill that damon had more time and drive to cultivate than most, and he's not anywhere near that point yet. right now he's uncomfortable, but nowhere near desiccation.
when he does realize what sam is talking about — his hunger must be leaking through, damon didn't even think to hold that back too, wouldn't even know where to begin — he frowns. they both know this isn't about needing a sandwich, but damon isn't particularly eager to talk about what he actually needs, either. sam has surely guessed by now, as anyone in the nest must, once they've gotten close enough to him, but it's one thing to have it be an open secret and entirely another to talk about it out loud. keeping secrets is the only way damon has survived this long, and he's not too keen on talking just because now everyone knows his every secret. the instruction is easy to brush off, but the question...
as deep in damon's head as sam is, and as distracted as he's become by his hunger, damon's first thought is clear.
Her.
brown eyes set in a disapproving frown flash through the link, but damon tugs them back before the whole person can materialize to go with them.
Practice. Necessity. Not wanting to deal with the fallout if I let go. You can live through pretty much anything if you stop thinking about it.
Thanks so much for bringing my attention back to it, by the way, I feel really great right now.)
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granted, it's a skill that damon had more time and drive to cultivate than most, and he's not anywhere near that point yet. right now he's uncomfortable, but nowhere near desiccation.
when he does realize what sam is talking about — his hunger must be leaking through, damon didn't even think to hold that back too, wouldn't even know where to begin — he frowns. they both know this isn't about needing a sandwich, but damon isn't particularly eager to talk about what he actually needs, either. sam has surely guessed by now, as anyone in the nest must, once they've gotten close enough to him, but it's one thing to have it be an open secret and entirely another to talk about it out loud. keeping secrets is the only way damon has survived this long, and he's not too keen on talking just because now everyone knows his every secret. the instruction is easy to brush off, but the question...
as deep in damon's head as sam is, and as distracted as he's become by his hunger, damon's first thought is clear.
Her.
brown eyes set in a disapproving frown flash through the link, but damon tugs them back before the whole person can materialize to go with them.
Practice. Necessity. Not wanting to deal with the fallout if I let go. You can live through pretty much anything if you stop thinking about it.
Thanks so much for bringing my attention back to it, by the way, I feel really great right now. )