TERRBILY CLUMSY IS MY MIDDLE NAME.
RANDOM WORD: INELEGANCE
There's something about that little witch that gets to him. She's all angles and lines. Super skinny with no curves, but for once, he likes that. She's got a wit that would shame any scholar and that's definitely something to admire, but he's mostly enamored with the way she moves.
It's not pretty by any means. She stumbles and bumps things. He's noticed she's bruised more often than not. Constantly apologizing to people, walls, and other cars.
She's more dangerous to her person than anyone else. He's seen her fall down stairs twice and he figures that's gotta be some sort of record for Mystic Falls. Death by clumsiness rather than vicious supernatural being.
He wonders if she's ever broken anything or if her clumsy scars are all superficial. Scrapes and bruises, but no lasting damage. It never occurred to him that all this time he's been watching her she's noticed.
"Stop it." She says one day out of the blue.
"Stop what?" Damon's genuinely confused.
"Stop staring at me like I'm your dinner. It's never going to happen you succubus."
"Succubi are women. I think you mean incubus." He retorts.
"The fact that you even knew that only further proves my point."
He doesn't stop watching her, but he tries to be more discreet in the future.
REVIEW: DEMONOLOGY IS A WEIRD HOBBY OF MINE.