“Who did this?” (jess)

_{Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip}

_{he shouldn’t have even been in this situation, but low, and behold… he had a busted lip… as well as a black eye. usually, he would have been able to heal, but all the same, he just wasn’t healing fast enough. plus, the facts of the matter was simple; don’t take on someone in a red suit in the middle of the night.}

_{“do you really want to know?” he asked with a grunt, “i’m fine. give me a few hours an’ i’ll be as good as new.”}

_{condemnedtragedy:}

_{“neither one would have worked because chances
are, I’d still punch you. only difference is I’d have a
reason for doing it.”}

_{“is that what you do all day long? just punch people
you like or don’t like?” honestly, he was about to say
that was hot, but instead, he ended up holding his
tongue on that subject for the time being.}

_{“If i KNEW you were going to PUNCH me, I would have ANNOUNCED my arrival with the head of someone you hated. Or the sounds of damned souls screaming…. either one works.”}

_{// @condemnedtragedy – Jessica}

_{“Are you really going to stare?” Honestly, he was already very close to leaving, but the least he could do was bother the Salvatore. That way, he could at least have some – slight – amusement, “It’s called…. a body I found somewhere. It’s not the end of the world. When I start to burn…. I find another. It’s not easy being me.”}

_{@condemnedtragedy -damon}

_{condemnedtragedy:}

_{she’s tempted and it’s kind of unfair really. there had to
be a c a t c h in there somewhere. eyes narrowed at him,
trying to figure out what it was. not for long though because
it doesn’t matter. two less bottles she has to pay for. “fine.
none of the cheap shit or the deal’s off.” she’s not the type
to drink those fruity little cocktails.}

_{“do you really think that i would go for the cheep shit?” he always
bought the best. not due to the fact it tasted better, but due to the
fact that he personally c o u l d. it wasn’t the ability that he could
obtain the best, but rather, it was the reasoning that he could get
it simply due to the fact of his ‘privilege’. though, the truth of that
was simply up for debate, “we’ll get the best money can buy…. this
side of the Atlantic.”}

_{he’s cocky. one of those arrogant pricks she gets hired to
follow around because they’re cheating on their spouse or
some shit. this whole damn world is full of them these days
that it doesn’t come as a surprise. ❝if my options are drinking
or listening to you talk then you might as well buy me a bottle.
I guarantee by the time I finish it I’m not going to remember a
word of it anyway.❞}

_{“I could buy you two bottles.” A slight grin puled at his lips for
a few moments, “That way, you won’t be able to even remember
my face, and you might even enjoy yourself. Well, more than
you would have before hand at least.”}

^{condemnedtragedy:}

_{if he was going to kill him he would have done it already, anyone who knew him should at least know that. and while he might still be wondering why he hadn’t, he’d let Ky’lar in then listened to the reason for his visit. what he’s having trouble figuring out is why the demon’s problem is one he should be concerned about fixing. suggesting a favor’s a risky play since he’s not known for leaving loose ends when they’re no longer useful to him and there is no guarantee that Ky’lar even would be. ❝you’re aware of my reputation, right? owing me might not work out well for you.❞}

_{ky’lar was aware as he could be; it wasn’t much, but at the same time, it was was enough. in his mind, there was already limited options for the situation he was in, and things were getting worse by the day. a reason to why he chose this one instead of attempting to fix it by himself.}

❝ i can handle myself. ❞ bold words; even from someone who could barely do anything due to the pain, but all the same this was one of the last chances he had.

_{❝big picture? what big picture?❞ there’s only one picture and he’s failing to see a reason for why he should care if the demon dies. they’re not friends and even if they were — people died all the time. he’s not going to lose any sleep over it. ❝you’ve got some nerve. you show up here, unannounced I might add, and you ask for my help after we’ve already established we are not and will never be friends.❞ by this time they’re standing less than an inch apart, a few steps taken while he ranted. ❝instead of asking my price I suggest you give me a reason why I shouldn’t just kill you right now.❞}

_{part of ky’lar wished that he could have given damon a true reason for why he shouldn’t be killed. it would have made things so much easier : demons were difficult to get rid of, everyone knew that, but it was possible. a reason to why in other case, ky’lar would have enjoyed finally kicking the bucket,}

❝ – cuz, you’re gonna eventually need a favor, an’ i’d be the one you’ll turn to. ❞

_{❝we are. I haven’t punched yet, just said I was going to
if you don’t shut that big mouth of yours.❞ or come up with
a better use for it than talking. at this point she’s not that
picky on which. ❝how sure are you that you want to find
out?❞}

❝ on a scale of one to ten? well, i’d say pretty sure, but i’ll shut
up if you let me buy you a drink. ❞ more to the point, it was a
way to get him to silence himself, and they both might get
something out of it. more or less.

we need to stop shipping characters together cuz its ruining my life :/

_{i ruin everyone’s life….you’re not the first or the last.}