"I would burn the world to the ground for you and it still wouldn't be enough."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 things you cannot have is what Kalliope knew incredibly well. Spending years trapped within her naturally timid...
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 Chapter Nine | The Nostalgic Exchange
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SO FAR KALLIOPE LIKED ALARIC AND HIS SARCASTIC, SELF-DEPRECIATING quips. They humored her more than she'd like to admit. In fact, she could deeply relate to most of them. Perhaps, that's why she found them so amusing to hear. Her inner turmoil brought out from the shadows.
She could also see why Damon enjoyed his company. Both men deflected their feelings to the tee. A protective mechanism built up after enduring harsh circumstances. Kalliope was interested in what exactly Damon had been through over the years.
Speaking of which, Kalliope loved being reunited with Damon. Don't get her wrong, the years apart could definitely be felt between them. The gravity of near death experiences being all for null, could shake up any normal connection. Sort of like finding out a love one takes their death - well - it was exactly like that.
The relationship had to built from the shabbles in which they left it. Trust had to be restored. Honestly and the vulnerability that came so easy in the 1800s. Now, the world had grown darker than it was before - or - people had become more aware of the blackness that covered the earth. Either way, Kalliope was more than willing to put in the effort.
She just hoped Damon was too.
Some things still needed to be said. The anxious tension between them was tangible. They felt such love and anger so passionately. She knew when they did get everything off their chests, an explosion of sorts would consume all things around them.
As of this moment, she was savoring the smoky scent of his leather jacket as she laid her head against him in the town's grill.
"So, you two were... married?" Alaric coughed out, scratching at his head to try and get a grasp on the concept.
"Yes," Damon and Kalliope answered at the same time. Their tones wistful for simpler times.
Alaric stared between them before shaking his head. "I can't believe that." Setting his eight ounce glass on the table next to Kalliope's empty fry basket and strawberry shake. As actions speak louder than words: Kalliope loved the food now more than in the 1800s.
"What is there to believe? We were happy for a little over a year." She curled a strand of mousse brown hair behind her ear, fiddling with her wedding ring she still wore to this day.
"That someone can tolerate Damon long enough to say 'Yes' to him, let alone marry him." The Eldest Salvatore faked a sarcastic laugh, glaring at his friend though he knew it was somewhat true.
