Thank you for pointing out, ( she pokes her fingers out, one, two, three. ) three ways I'm wrong, and clearing up absolutely nothing. Are you always this forthcoming, or am I just lucky?
( she springs up from her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. )
Why did you come here, if not to talk? You want some assurances? ( pointed, ) I'm the Slayer. I kill evil vampires. Evil. Vampires. I'm sure you know the type, and that you don't fall in the category anymore. I don't kill normal, annoying people, as much as I'd sometimes like to. You're safe. Want me to help you track down that maid? Because I have this women's intuition gut feeling she might not want to see you right now.
Y'know, I did come here to talk, but there's something about judgmental blondes that just, [ he swallows hard, like he's got something stuck in his throat, and then shrugs exaggeratedly, ] I just can't seem to get it down.
[ hello, second coming of caroline forbes, he did not miss you.
damon takes a step forward—slowly, not threatening, just coming further into her room to reinforce: he's here for conversation. he's sincere. if they can't come to an understand, it's not his fault. ]
If you're done posturing, we can have a civil conversation. You have questions about vampires in my neck of the woods, I can answer them. All you have to do is take the stick out of your ass and climb down off the high horse.
( eyes squinted, head tilted — searching for where, exactly, he gets his audacity from. the same store as spike, she's guessing. )
You bit a girl's throat out, and somehow I'm the one in the wrong? ( buffy isn't threatened. she stays where she's at, more confused than anything, a small shake to her head. different tells up close of the last few days she's had: bruising on her cheeks, a swollen lip, torn knuckles. a very old vampire bite hidden under the veil of her hair, at the side of her neck. ) I'm not going to pat your ass and tell you it's fine. It's not. If that means I have a stick up my ass, maybe you ought to figure out where yours went, instead of bothering me. I can just talk to your brother.
[ a suppressed smirk—you judgy little girls are all the same and all so predictable. ]
When did I say it was fine? Did I ask for pity?
[ please, point out to him where he has done anything but be slightly snarky back at someone who started it first. no, really, point it out to him, he's waiting. ]
( he'll get none of it from buffy, anyway. she doesn't look especially put out at being asked — he's already explained he doesn't have a conscience. you can know it's not fine, and still not care much. (key feature: how buffy feels about herself most of the time.) that, of course, is buffy's job. )
What do you want from me? I said I'd hear you out. Despite coming to me, you're trying to make it seem like I'm the one who wants to talk to you. So? Here I am, I'm asking. What's on your mind? Let me make your day.
Oh, [ he blinks, wide-eyed with feigned surprise, hand over his heart, he's so genuine about this, ] my bad, I thought you were the Slayer. Figured a vampire hunter might want to know what kind of vampires they're dealing with and what could make one go rabid, who to look out for, weaknesses to exploit...
Sorry for the mistake, [ no information for you, smarty-pants, he's leaving the room in three, two... ] I'll get out of your hair, see you around.
( honestly, she has no problem with that. she already got everything she needs to — it's more or else the enigmatic fact of damon that stops her from opening the door for him, eyes squinted, head tilted. )
And you'd tell me all that? Isn't your brother a vampire? ( she's just guessing on that front. his brother who apparently saved him from vampirism. maybe he hates him. maybe that's why he wants to tell buffy — to end him. doing his dirty work? it doesn't really logic out. ) I smell a catch.
[ seriously, so predictable—though her question does give damon pause. he's here as much on impulse as he is with any real plan, hadn't thought further than keep the hunter from being a problem. he tilts his head, considering how to answer, which of the various true responses would play best. after a moment he shrugs, arms out. ]
You know what we are. We can't get away from you. Safer to be on your good side than not, so whenever someone turns up with their carotid nibbled on you know it wasn't one of us.
[ that doesn't mean she's getting all the weaknesses, all the information he has to offer. but he can tell her the innocuous things, and learn about her vampires in the process. ]
( buffy gives him a smile — a genuine one, at least in how amused it is. if this is damon getting on her good side then he's really, really, talented at it. )
Trustworthy as I find you, I think I'll manage on my own.
( she steps over, opens the door, and gestures him out. )
[ he smirks, shrugs again—your loss, buffy, he was trying to help—and steps toward the door. ]
Let me know which monster you turn into after you meet Klaus, [ breezily, ] I'm sure you'll give him a great run for his money before he rips your throat out. See you at breakfast!
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
( she springs up from her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. )
Why did you come here, if not to talk? You want some assurances? ( pointed, ) I'm the Slayer. I kill evil vampires. Evil. Vampires. I'm sure you know the type, and that you don't fall in the category anymore. I don't kill normal, annoying people, as much as I'd sometimes like to. You're safe. Want me to help you track down that maid? Because I have this women's intuition gut feeling she might not want to see you right now.
no subject
[ hello, second coming of caroline forbes, he did not miss you.
damon takes a step forward—slowly, not threatening, just coming further into her room to reinforce: he's here for conversation. he's sincere. if they can't come to an understand, it's not his fault. ]
If you're done posturing, we can have a civil conversation. You have questions about vampires in my neck of the woods, I can answer them. All you have to do is take the stick out of your ass and climb down off the high horse.
no subject
You bit a girl's throat out, and somehow I'm the one in the wrong? ( buffy isn't threatened. she stays where she's at, more confused than anything, a small shake to her head. different tells up close of the last few days she's had: bruising on her cheeks, a swollen lip, torn knuckles. a very old vampire bite hidden under the veil of her hair, at the side of her neck. ) I'm not going to pat your ass and tell you it's fine. It's not. If that means I have a stick up my ass, maybe you ought to figure out where yours went, instead of bothering me. I can just talk to your brother.
no subject
When did I say it was fine? Did I ask for pity?
[ please, point out to him where he has done anything but be slightly snarky back at someone who started it first. no, really, point it out to him, he's waiting. ]
no subject
( he'll get none of it from buffy, anyway. she doesn't look especially put out at being asked — he's already explained he doesn't have a conscience. you can know it's not fine, and still not care much. (key feature: how buffy feels about herself most of the time.) that, of course, is buffy's job. )
What do you want from me? I said I'd hear you out. Despite coming to me, you're trying to make it seem like I'm the one who wants to talk to you. So? Here I am, I'm asking. What's on your mind? Let me make your day.
no subject
Sorry for the mistake, [ no information for you, smarty-pants, he's leaving the room in three, two... ] I'll get out of your hair, see you around.
no subject
And you'd tell me all that? Isn't your brother a vampire? ( she's just guessing on that front. his brother who apparently saved him from vampirism. maybe he hates him. maybe that's why he wants to tell buffy — to end him. doing his dirty work? it doesn't really logic out. ) I smell a catch.
no subject
You know what we are. We can't get away from you. Safer to be on your good side than not, so whenever someone turns up with their carotid nibbled on you know it wasn't one of us.
[ that doesn't mean she's getting all the weaknesses, all the information he has to offer. but he can tell her the innocuous things, and learn about her vampires in the process. ]
no subject
Trustworthy as I find you, I think I'll manage on my own.
( she steps over, opens the door, and gestures him out. )
Thanks for stopping by, Damon.
no subject
Let me know which monster you turn into after you meet Klaus, [ breezily, ] I'm sure you'll give him a great run for his money before he rips your throat out. See you at breakfast!
[ byeee! ]