Bonnie glances away from Damon,
feeling as though he could literally see through her. He wished that were the
case, he knew this whole ordeal might prove to be a little harder than he
thought if she refused to trust him. Sienna hues trace over her room, things
strewn all over the place as if someone everything she owned out of their
original places in search of something. She had assumed for a moment that maybe
it was the amulet but that didn’t make sense. Inwardly she shrugged, because,
to be honest none of this made any sense.
Damon watched as it seemed Bonnie
was silently assessing the situation, glancing around the room trying to think
things through and more than anything he wanted to see in her mind. Sapphire
pools scan over the words in the book. “I might have an idea if you think
you’re up to it…” Russet curls fall over her shoulders as she turns her head
back to look at him. “That depends,” she hedged, circling around to face him.
“What’s your idea?” His gaze trailed away from the book.
“Do you have a spell that would…” He
pulls his shoulder back in a shrug, “I’m not sure how to word it, kind of like,
let me walk through your mind?” Bonnie’s eyes widen incredulously, “Nothing
like that, just let me see the parts you can’t remember.” He assured her. She
didn’t at all feel comfortable with this idea at all, she considered her
options though and there weren’t that many. It was either this or continue to
be a slave to her own subconscious.
Damon tilted his head
inquisitively, watching her as she seemed to argue with herself. “Look, no
funny business…” He balanced the book in one hand as he list the other to cross
over his heart. “You have no reason to trust me, I know that but I feel this
nagging need to find a way to make it up to you.” Her chocolate tinted irises
twist up before settling back on him. “Hey, I don’t like it either.” He teased.
Bonnie shook her head taking the book from him.
“Fine,” she conceded, her stomach
twisting in knots with the idea of what he might find inside her mind, if he
would see the things she had done and find that they were bad. She didn’t like
the idea of not knowing what she’d been doing and at this point she had no one
else. She watched him a moment, curiosity pricking the back of her mind. She
had to admit, Damon had changed from the terror he was when they first met but
how would she ever looked past what he’d done?
She considered that, he didn’t
purposely go out of his way to kill her mother; it wasn’t out of spite or
hatred. He didn’t do it because he was thirsty for blood; he’d done it to save
Elena. She wondered if she were put in his place would she have done the same
thing. Bonnie pursed her lips, glancing down at the book trying and failing to
force the thoughts from her mind. He was here, he was willing to help and he
was trying to make amends the least she could do, if only for this small amount
of time, was to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Her stomach seemed to twist up even
more as she came to that conclusion not at all pleased with her conclusions.
Damon observed how her expression changed, once again as if she were having an
inner battle with herself. He could relate, she hated him and to be honest he
was a little weary of this whole situation and this overwhelming feeling that
drove him to seek redemption was getting on his last nerve. For over 200 years,
give or take a few, he was the black sheep. The evil brother and when he really
thought about it, it was easier that way.
He didn’t fancy living up to
anyone’s expectations of him, he never cared much about what people thought or
how they felt about him and his actions. However, for some reason he found
himself here, in the presence of a witch who’d sooner see him a rotting corpse
than accept his help and he felt compelled to seek out her forgiveness.
Their gazes connect with each other
within the same moment, both almost immediately glancing away awkwardly
shifting their weight. “Find something in your bag of tricks?” he questions
just to break the silence. She nodded, “Yeah, but we’re going to need some
stuff and…” she hesitated, his cerulean hues flick back to her. “And what?!” he
demanded, “And it’s going to be slightly more complicated than you just taking
a stroll through my mind.”
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