gold dust woman
"take your silver spoon, dig your grave"
'Damon, if you have something you'd like to say, just say it.' Luna teased under a playful visage, but her expression conveyed impatience and annoyance at her brother's stare burning into the side of her father, rather than him focusing on pouring her a bourbon.
"Are we going to talk about the fact that--" He paused, the bottle clinking against the glass as he lost himself in his thoughts briefly, "That we're not fully related?"
"Does it bother you?" Was the first thing she said in response, narrowing her eyes at him as he handed her the glass with the brown liquid sloshing around as she raised it to her lips, realising alcohol was necessary if she was about to have this conversation.
'No,' He said quickly, his expression conveying offense at her even insinuating that, 'It's just that, we couldn't really talk about it before because-'
"Because you were focused on getting Elena back." She finished for him. Her brother froze momentarily at her words, clenching his jaw before taking a generous sip from his cup and nodding in acknowledgment.
"There's nothing really to talk about. We have different Dad's. That doesn't not make us siblings," She answered shortly with a shrug, "And if I'm being honest, I got lucky not being that prick's child. Our mother took one for the team to give me better genetics."
Damon frowned as he digested her words, "I think you just accidently insulted your only, living family members."
"Accidently?" Luna teased with a grin, finishing off the remainder of her bourbon before trudging over to the cart which stored Damon's assortment of bourbon.
"You know, it's very concerning that in over a century you have not matured whatsoever,' Damon teased. Luna prepared a string of insults, her train of thought being cut off by Damon's phone. His brows knitted as he dug through his pockets, "We trapped Elena in the house to stop herself from handing herself over." Damon recited, his eyes shifting from his phone to his sister, who sported the same expression as him.
Luna frowned, "Why is suicide so popular all of a sudden?" She mumbled, rising from her feet and straightening herself off.
Damon downed his drink, narrowing his eyes at his sister as if to remind her of the irony of her words, "We need to go fill Stefan in. He's probably ready to stake himself."
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The Tomb
"You trapped her in the house?" Stefan repeated once his siblings had informed them of what had been done to keep Elena on suicide watch.
"It's for the best. Trust me." Damon answered. "Elena's on a martyr tear that rivals your greatest hits." Luna let out a quick, quiet chuckle at his comment.
"We brought you this. Some stuff. Candles, lanterns." She said throwing the duffel bag past the barrier, it landing right at her brothers feet.
"And," Damon said pulling a clear bottle filled with blood from his back pocket, shaking it enticingly in his brothers direction, "Lunch."
"Give that to me, I'm just going to have the share it with her." Stefan answered, tilting his head back into the darkness of the tomb where Katherine was lurking.
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Fanfiction[ REWRITING ] After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know...
