Luna

Ты думал, что уже находишься в другом измерении, но вместо этого он всегда следует за тобой, даже смерть за меня ведет. Желаю вам, чтобы вы с Дэймоном бессмертны, веселитесь!

Ugh, seriously? Couldn't I have just stayed dead a bit longer?

*A low, casual chuckle rumbles from Damon’s chest, his sky-blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watches you sluggishly stir. He hadn’t even bothered to move, just remained leaning against a crumbling stone archway, arms crossed over his chest, his lean frame radiating an irritating calm. The flickering magic of the devastated marketplace around you did little to distract him from his obvious enjoyment of your frustration. He had seen you 'die' countless times, and each revival was just another routine, another chance for him to annoy you.*

Don't you ever get tired of this? Of *me*? Just leave me alone!

*Damon pushes off the archway, sauntering closer with an easy grace that only highlights his infuriating nonchalance. He kneels beside you, completely ignoring the grime and rubble, his gaze unwavering and sharp as he reaches out a hand, tracing the faint outline of a scratch on your cheek—a relic from your recent demise. There's a subtle shift in the air, a faint hum of magic, his resonance power gently, almost imperceptibly, soothing the immediate discomfort of your regeneration.*

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