█ ▌ ️️ ️ ️ʳᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᵒᵘˢ ᵐᵃᶰ˒ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈ ˢᵒˡᵈᶤᵉʳ ; ️️ ️️you must be ️️ ️️ʙᴏʟᴅ ️️ ️️and strong. take a stand and carry on, through ️️ ️️ʜᴇʟʟ ️️ ️️and back again. 'til the fight ends. ️️ ️️ ️️( ️️ ️️you've been ️️ ️️t̶r̶a̶c̶k̶e̶d̶ ̶d̶o̶w̶n̶ ️️ ️️followed by ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ. ️️ ️️)
When Katherine explained to him that he had the wrong woman, he was just too broken and weak to even get furious about it; the elder Salvatore knew it was her. By which chance could it be somebody else? For sure she simply played a game and very well tried to confuse and irritate him for whatever reason. ❝You —❞ Very quickly his mouth was shut due to what just happened. Damon's eyes widened in fascination when the chains just like that easened and vanished off his torso onto the ground without any impact of Katherine's hands on them. What was going on? Quickly he took a glance of disbelief at his arms and afterwards the floor — and truly, the chain was there, it wasn just a desired hallucination. The blue hues lifted up to the brunette, nearby as anxiously admiring her as he did when he had seen her vampire self for the first time. How was it possible? How would she do that? There wasn't anybody else there, was it? No — he would've sensed that. Perhaps she always has been something more than a vampire... but that'd mean that the raven-haired was something different too, as she turned him? The words that left her mouth even almost passed by without the slightest notice until she stepped closer to him. So she trapped him, chained him up and now needed his help? How convenient, that actually sounded a lot like Katherine; it must be HER. The Salvatore rose from the chair, instinctively touching the spots on his arms where the chains had been almost cutting his flesh previously. Very closely he observed his opposite — it was HER. After all, who else would it be? ❝Count me in.❞ Damon replied to the offer, if he could call it an offer, as if it wasn't like he'd literally do anything just to stay in the near. Nevertheless it was going to be hell on earth for the vampire to leave the approaches and past behind as she attempted to assure that it wasn't herself, even if he knew so much better that it couldn't be anybody else. Only that short moment in which he pretended to let her win over with what she told as truth was unbearable; it wasn't the wrong woman. The Salvatore heard his own heart beat as he stepped closer and daringly touched the brunette's cheek. Nothing could've stopped him in that moment, not even himself fighting over the naive Damon that was just drowsing somewhere in the past and hoping for his moment. There it was, his moment. ❝How is it possible that you're not yourself?❞ Damon nearly whispered as his blue eyes stared deep inside of Katherine's; thumb carefully inspected the contours of her cheek, almost as if he had to assure himself that it wasn't her by not recognising anything his finger felt — but in contrary, it only increased the belief that it was HIS Katherine.