Damon's night black eyes and night black hair couldn't have always been as such, Bonnie was nearly sure of it. Yes, he had had black hair, but his hair behaved as though it were a physical manifestation of his personality—and his eyes, well, if you asked Stefan or Elena, his eyes were manifestations of his soul. Which was exactly why Bonnie was sure that at some point, Damon had had dark, dark brown eyes.
She sought his eyes in every stranger she met—pillaging the thoughts from the top of their head to find Damon. Damon was not one to be forgotten—he had enough vanity to not erase his physical form from the memory of a human. It was one of the things which made others regard him as evil. Bonnie, however, wanted to find him. She would not be the meek little thing which Matt wanted, nor did she want the two point two kids that Matt wanted either. Bonnie wanted adventure—darkness—and she knew just the man to give it to her.
There is another paragraph to this--but if I put it up that would be telling that I have something more to this story for you. Which I can't do. And I'm tired of reading my own fanfiction and wallowing over if I should put it up or not. So I am.
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