Awakening Dream
His mind was floating in an ocean of fantasy but he felt being slowly tugged back to reality- oh, sweet reality- by her light giggles. They sounded like the wind chimes his maid hung by his balcony back when he was just a little boy. Before his heart stopped beating, Damon did enjoy the little joys of life, especially the sound of his silver wind chime- and her titter reminded him of that but, better. Even better than the grandeur orchestra he frequent to with Stefan during the Renaissance.
Damon kept his eyes closed and allowed his imagination to swim further. Her dress cream beige with rosy lace laid tightly near her chest and they brought out her translucent skin. But no, that wasn't what made Damon eyes lurk, it was her collar bones, clavicles that looked so fragile and his fingers shook. It took more effort than usual to control his urge to touch her. Bonnie's luscious lips formed a pout as her hazel eyes continued witnessing the performance below her.
Trying to understand what they're saying, little redbird? He thought, much too amused.
Bonnie's red curls swirled down right up to her shoulders. Nobody could ever miss that girl anywhere. "Damon, I'm trying to understand... but it's in Italian!" Her tiny hand grabbed the sleeve of his coat.
Before he could reply, he felt her caress. Slender fingers tracing his jawline, "Wake up, sleepy head," and along it, came her fit of giggles. He slowly retreated from his dream.
"Mmm, it's bright..." He mumbled. A hand covered his still closed eyes as he inched closer to Bonnie. He felt her steady warm breathing, cold lips grazed her teeth as he lets out a gentle moan.
"Kiss me already, you tease!" Oddly, her voice carried a different tone, and her laugh was different... yet very familiar.
Damon placed a hand on her hips and pulled her closer. Her form slender, she was fit, but not as tiny. Little redbird, did you grow? Came another thought, "Patience, my baby B-" His eyes opened but instead of seeing sweet Bonnie, Damon was shock to see a girl with golden hair and electric blue eyes. "Elena," Damon quickly finished.
"Morning Damon." A finger tipped his high nose, her smile shone like the sun. Damon gulped down hard and he tried not to remove his hand from her hips. Within seconds he regained his calm and smiled back. He finally got his Princess of Darkness, begone everything else. Huge stones were piling up, sealing off a cave at the back of his mind. In that cave, placed thoughts of a honey hazel-eyed maiden with strawberry swirls.
Damon kissed Elena, lacking fervent passion. The Dark Prince knows he should be pouring all attention towards his principessa but he was too occupied stacking stones in his mind.
Sadly-for Damon- it was a huge struggle sealing that cave. For every rock he placed, another rolls off.
Fire red hair
Heart-shaped face
Wide brown eyes
Child-like voice
Ballerina's neck
Porcelain skin
Damon cringed when he thought of Bonnie back in The Dark Dimensions, Bonnie with blood everywhere. It looks wrong.
Damn that kitsune!
For the first time in a very very very very long time, Damon Salvatore gave up trying. Instead, he plans to check up on his little redbird tonight. Hoping Bonnie would not get too crazy trying to figure out the meaning of her weird trances.
The next time- if- he ever sees Stefan, all Damon wants is to give him a cold hard punch... before talking.
Extra:
Trouble, trouble.
Damon almost forgot he needs to check up on that Bastian fellow who so conveniently happen to be Mutt's roommate... and his little redbird is getting dangerously close with that dog.
A/N:Hey Book Bamon fans! This is my very first Book Bamon fic! Hope you guys enjoyed this! Do leave me some reviews! I would like to know where to improve on! Thanks!