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It took a few tries but we got there in the end.

Colin O’Donoghue (via televisionismyobsession)

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Anyone want to RP with Keiron?

No? Okay.

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Amusing.

What is your name?

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"....Who are you?"

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          “Depends on who I’m missing, cher?” Yes, Dela—speak to the person you don’t know.

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"You look like my father, but you aren't. You must be a doppelganger." Another one?

"Keiron Salvatore, and you?"

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“Another Salvatore?”

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"Well, I hope someone missed me."

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Keiron raised a brow and pulled a small flask out of his pocket, before opening the cap and bringing it to his lips. He wanted to reconnect with his family again, more than anything. But every time he made any attempt to do so, something happened. It felt as if he didn't belong. He froze as Damon wrapped his and around his, fighting back the instinct to pull away, he tightened the grip. "I can assure you I am not a ghost," Keiron gave a reassuring smile, "And...I am not leaving this time either. We are a family and we stick together, right?"

Your Mind Is Playing Tricks On You | Keiron & Damon

Damon considered what he said and looked over at him, keeping his eyes on his son for a second. He had become incredibly philosophical as he got older and Damon couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. “That’s true. I seem to be at the proverbial bottom of the pit here,” he said with a jocular tone, looking down at his feet before turning his attention back to him when he came over to sit down beside him. “Well, I can’t argue with that.” He turned his hand over and wrapped his hand around Keiron’s, looking down at them before looking up at him. “I’m glad. Really glad.” He wasn’t sure how many more kids he could handle losing contact with or losing altogether. “I’m not even goin’ to question how either. I’m just glad you are.” 

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"Keiron Salvatore. You must be that doppelganger my father is obsessed with."

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“Hello. Who are you?”

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"Mmm, I agree with you on that little brother." Keiron smiled with a nod, "That is...if anyone does get the cure. I think it sould be destroyed, quite honestly."

"I think he is right...Asher."

“Other than the twat got our family in danger from the other originals due to her little stunt? I’ve gotten a bit sick of her tugging along dad and uncle Stefan. And her using people to get what she wants. And the fact if anybody gets the cure it’ll probably be her.”

“I hurt somebody I cared about. Then I left and well, I hurt more people with it on and didn’t care. I figured it was broken so I just shut it off. dad seems to want me to have it back on before I lose control.”

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"Does it really matter?" Keiron smiled and rested his elbows on his knees, "Well, we all have some periods during our lives, in which are filled with nothingless. I don't believe it's your fault really, such events happen to us, that make every one of our surroundings to seem pathetic, and in return ourselves become it too." He shrugged. "Well dear father, I can certainly assure you I am not a hallucination. Nor a ghost. If I was a ghost, I wouldn't be in Mystic Falls, I'd find elsewhere to go." He sighed as he stood up and brushed the dirt off of his pants, then sat on the gravestone next to his father, he set a hand on his and looked him the eye, "I am real."

Your Mind Is Playing Tricks On You | Keiron & Damon

“Hmm, what stance?” he looked at him and raised a brow, tilting his head a little bit and as he considered the man. So he wasn’t a hallucination. That made things a little bit worse. “Hmm, yeah, it is boring, isn’t it?” he took a drink from his bottle and looked around the cemetery. What had Damon’s existence come to? Sitting in a cemetery, drinking and talking to a headstone, to a ghost that was either here or not. He had no idea what he was accomplishing with this. “I thought you were a hallucination, that’s why,” he looked at him and spoke candidly. “I couldn’t get lucky enough for you to come back, you know. Good things don’t … generally happen to me.” 

Well. Normally. “I am ecstatic to see you. If you’re real. Are you real?” 

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"More of a reason? What are the others? If you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, the dear ol' humanity switch. Never pictured you to turn it off. What happened?"

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“Dead, all thanks to little Gilbert. But all is well with the world, now that I grace it once again.”

“I didn’t know you were from Kol’s line. More of a reason to hate Elena,” he said with a small smile. “It’s getting better. Glad to have you and Xander back. I’d hug you but it’d feel a little empty since I shut off my humanity.”

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His lips twisted into a frown as he crossed his arms. He couldn't help but to feel a little dissapointed. This man was his father. And this was the welcome back that he got from the man? He eyed the bottle in his hand and ran his tongue over his lips. "Guess I see your stance then." He pushed himself off the tree and slid to the ground against one of the gravestones, opposite of his father. "Why would I mock you? Your existance at the moment, is profoundly boring, dear ol' dad. No offense." He shrugged and tilted his head to the side. He felt bad, for Damon. His father had no one. His children were all grown up, his best friend was dead...amoung the million other things going wrong. He wondered what the man was thinking, what he thought of him sitting here, right in front of his face. Alive and well. "Well now, why the harsh words?" 

"I have to admit, I know I'll never win the son of the year award, but...why so rude? I thought you'd be estatic to see me, quite honestly."

Your Mind Is Playing Tricks On You | Keiron & Damon

Damon actually did spend most of his time here. Ever since Ric died, it was a semi-better substitute for sitting at the Grill and pretending that Ric had vacated his seat for the toilet. So here Damon sat, with the best bourbon and his legs folded, talking to the headstone as though Ric was somewhere nearby listening, judging, talking back. He knew better but things hadn’t been the greatest lately and Ric had always been the only one that understood. He was alone again, as he always was, so his existence had become without merit.

He heard the voice and tilted his head, raising a brow toward the shadows. Were they mocking him now? Was he that drunk? He couldn’t have been drunk enough to hallucinate that the shadows had the voice of his son. God, he really needed to stop drinking or find something else to do. 

“Mm, actually, yes,” he commented finally, figuring if he couldn’t beat the madness, then give into it. “Besides, when your drinking buddy is dead, you make due.” He tapped his foot against the granite stone, his elbow on his knee. “So have you come back from the dead to mock my pathetic existence or what?” 

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"A big, bad, original hybrid. Wrapped around a little girls finger. Quite the story you have there. Lucky posistion."

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“It doesn’t, I was just simply stating,” He smiled. “Elijah’s daughter? Interesting. Let me guess, Klaus raised you? That isn’t something you hear everyday.”

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"It doesn't, I was just simply stating," He smiled. "Elijah's daughter? Interesting. Let me guess, Klaus raised you? That isn't something you hear everyday."

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“Hmph,” He smiled, “Who I belong to is not really any of your business, sweetheart. Though I should ask you the same…You’re not a sibling, so who’s little girl are you.” He leaned forward, “A hybrid, are we?”

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Your Mind Is Playing Tricks On You | Keiron & Damon

Keiron always expected that dying would be peaceful, and the after life would be full of light and joy. Not for him. His death was painful, he felt terrible for the woman he was with, he could only imagine her reaction to him gasping for air as veins spread all over his body, and fell dead to the ground with no explanation. Then the afterlife was even more worse. He didn't go to heaven, to be with his mother as he would have liked, instead he was forced into the otherside. Because he was an immortal. Stuck in a hole with nothing to do, and with multiple other supernatural creatures, watching his father and brothers live life without him. 

Keiron closed his eyes and leaned his head back, dropping the body on the ground. He  licked the remaining blood that stained his lips and stared at the body that was once filled with life, most likely had one too, friends, family, a lover. Hopes and dreams, but yet they wasted it working in a graveyard. He took their essesnce away...not that he gave a damn. He didn't really like to leave his donor living, unless he was using them for sex and what not. Or he liked their taste. He didn't bother to hide the body, amoung the thousand people who were brutally murdered per year, he didn't think it really made much of a difference. He smiled as he was hit with a wave of cool air, he always preferred the night time. The best things always happened. 

He shoved his hands in his coat pocket and walked through the yard, stopping every so often to admire the granite stone plaques. Keiron loved art, and thought everything was art, in it's own form. He paused as he came to a section of the place and frowned as he spotted his father. Great just the person he didn't want to run into, right this moment. There was no way around it, he'd have to see him one way or another.

"Wow, look at you." He stepped out of the shadows and leaned against the tree, "Is this how you spend your nights now? Sitting on a gravestone, drinking away your sorrows?"

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"Hmph," He smiled, "Who I belong to is not really any of your business, sweetheart. Though I should ask you the same...You're not a sibling, so who's little girl are you." He leaned forward, "A hybrid, are we?"

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“Hi! I’m Asariel Mikaelson.” Asa said smiling warmly.