blooded: ᴀʟʟ ɪᴄᴏɴs ʙʏ SHITHOUSE. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ. (🌑|050.)
shitbird. ([personal profile] blooded) wrote in [personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2017-04-13 01:22 pm (UTC)

( if damon weren't so distracted trying to his hunger behind the bounds of his shield, he might not have let sam through. if sam weren't helping to distract him with his challenge coin. if damon knew what stone sam was unturning. a lot of missed opportunities lead them to this moment.

this moment where sam finds a memory like a river rock, smooth and quiet and unassuming. it doesn't appear to be much of anything, at first. just a rock, with the initials D.S. and the number 1953 carved into it. but the rock turns into a wall turns into a room turns into a cell, and then there are footsteps.


Who's next? a voice says, and damon goes utterly still. it's a voice he hasn't even thought about in over a decade, but one which produces the same response no matter how many years have passed: he physically steps away from sam, unthinking, trying to make himself smaller and less noticeable. in the link, he goes still, utterly quiet, imagines a wall between himself and sam and the memory. it's instinctual, bred from five years of captivity and experiments, and at first damon can't even remember that he's half a century out of it. whitmore's voice is all that matters.)

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