notasaviour:

^{nothing  had  been  more  annoying  than  the  incessant  ringing  of  his  phone.  with  a  glass  of  bourbon  in  hand,  damon  had  already  begun  to  wind  down  for  the  night. after  two  whining  blondes  and  one  blood  bag  later,  he didn’t  really  think  that there  would  be  anything  to  keep  him  up.  blair  waldorf  clearly  had  other  plans  in  mind.  looking  down  at  his  phone,  he  could  see  that  there  had  already  been  several  missed  calls  from  the upper  east  sides  infamous  primadonna.  what  she  wanted?  damon  didn’t  have  a  clue.  he  didn’t  necessarily  care  either.  he  could  already  hear  the  girls  whining  over  something  that  he  could  have  openly  cared  less  about.  there  were  a  million  and one  other  things  he would  have  been doing.  all  of  which  did  not  include  catering  to  whatever  it  was  blair  waldorf  wanted. —— he  had  already  began  to  take  another  sip  from  the amber  colored  liquid  when  a  knock  sounded from  just  outside  his  door.  damon  didn’t  even  have  to  raise  a  finger  to  know  that  blair  had  been outside.  he  could  almost  hear her —-  the thoughts  that  raced  through  her mind  as her  blood coursed  at  an  alarming  rate  through  her  body.  he  looked  at  the  clock  on  his  wall: 1:12 a.m. “  Visiting  hours  are  over,  princess.” he quipped,  opening  the  door.  what  he  had  seen  beyond  was  rather  puzzling  to  him.  blair –  someone whom  had  undoubtedly  been  a  rather  strong  human  being –  was visibly upset.  that had  explained  the  million  and  one  phone  calls.} 

// @destinaticn

_{bleary eyes blurred the contact name  -  damon connecting and slurring under the pretense of tear-stained mocha orbs  ;   so much for giving him a warning  .   the princess hardly uttered a thank you to the driver before making her way into the apartment building  ,  stilettos clicking beneath her as dainty hand rubbed pointlessly underneath her eyes  .  urgency compiled with shame drove her through the elevator ride  ,  arriving ,  before she knew it ,  outside his door  .  she should have gone to serena  ,  to caroline  ,  even DAN HUMPHREY would surely be more compassionate than the target she had chosen  ,  and yet  ,  here she was  .    ❛   you didn’t answe your phone  .   ❜   she offered as an explanation  ,  croak in soprano betraying her before her bloodshot eyes could  .  those same eyes registered the glass in her near-friend’s hand and she glanced up again  ;    ❛  please tell me you have more of that  .  ❜}  

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