Vampire Diaries Damon Clothes Novels & Stories

She dressed up so well and he didn't even glance at her. With a sigh she turned around to go back inside only to halt in her steps. Her eyes widened slightly and she gulped seeing him standing right in front of her in all his glory wearing shorts and a fitted white tee that showed all his muscles. How did he even get down here so fast? She thought completely baffled. Damon's eyes were set on her dainty white feet which were small, his eyes slowly moved up to her bare legs and something stirred inside him. The dress was a beautiful shade of black with sunflowers imprinted on it.

I wondered why. “You want something to eat?” I asked. “Yeah, that’d be great.” I went to grab another bowl; still taking notice in the way Damon seemed to be eying everything. “It smells good.” Damon dressed in a Navy blue T and dark jeans. It looked as if he had literally rolled out of bed and headed out his door, being the fact that strands of his dark hair lay messily over his head. His green eyes were brighter than ever. They were still one of the things that caught my attention when it came to Damon. The others would be his height and broad shoulders that went very well with his rather larger arms and toned stomach.

Clary asked when she came out of the closet and saw her mate pulling clothes out of his suitcase. "What, in the spare inch you cleared for me?" Damon asked with a chuckle as he quickly changed into black combat pants a white t-shirt, a concession to his mate who was determined to 'bring a bit of color' to his wardrobe, and a black leather jacket. "There's no point anyway, the cottage will be finished soon," he said. "It's going to take them at least another week," Clary said with an eyeroll as she pulled her boots on.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

My breath hitched when Damon entered. He looked like a prince carved from the pages of a medieval tale. He wore a long fitted jacket, black velvet embroidered with silver thread. The collar sat high, regal, hugging his strong neck. Beneath the coat, his shirt was open at the throat, his trousers tailored to perfection. And his hair… his long hair was pulled into a messy low bun, strands falling around his face. I didn’t know how long I stared and I think he caught me staring cause a satisfied smile crept up his lips.

He’s been playing king for so long but someone else will take his place for today. “What do you mean about that?” Damon asked with an obscure look on his face. “I always dress in black. I don’t need you to pick out an outfit for me when every designer clothes I have are in black.” I shrugged my head while picking my ear. “Well that’s too bad, because I’ve already sent Lilith out to the market in search of a stunning white shirt.” “What?!” He came up to my face. “Are you trying to embarrass me? Is this your opinion of getting back?”

Everything that had happened until now has been on my terms even though Damon believes otherwise. "I should seriously get it together," I whispered under my breath as I tucked my crisp white shirt into my pale pink pants. I had busied myself yesterday night when I couldn't sleep trying to make a space for a few of my clothes in Damon's extravagantly large wardrobe that was surprisingly full. He owns more clothes than even Skye which should count as something even though almost all his clothes was a depressing shade of grey and black. Most of my clothes were still in my bags even though Damon had told me that the housekeeper could help in fitting them in, although I wonder how possible that w

She's helpless but to stand there and track Damon as he strode confidently on the pavement. It's weird to see him dressed in normal clothes after seeing him in nothing but formal wear. He's wearing a full grey tee, damp with sweat, like he's been running for a while and black joggers. Mia had to drag her eyes away from the distinct lines of his biceps, so visible in that tight tee. She saw the exact moment Damons eyes met hers, his head lifting and body freezing. His steps falter for a moment before he gathered himself, clearly conflicted on whether to come over. He did take a few steps forward, though, and Mia saw the uncertainty in everyone.

That is the system. That is the deal. You do not get the roses without the winter. You do not get the light without the dark. You do not get the spring without the fall. I do not know if I can accept that. I do not know if I want to accept that. But wanting has nothing to do with it. The system does not ask for permission. The system just is. --- The door opens. Damon steps out. He is wearing a sweater. Grey. Soft. The one I bought him last Christmas. He pretended to hate it. He wears it all the time.

Taking a deep breath, he resolved to find answers on his own. Determined to take control of the situation, Damon nodded to himself and swiftly made his way into the restroom. The sound of water echoed within the confined space as he hastily showered, seeking a momentary reprieve from the overwhelming emotions swirling within him. Emerging from the bathroom, damp hair clinging to his forehead, Damon walked briskly into his closet. With a purposeful stride, he reached for a clean, white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Damon swiftly slipped into the white t-shirt and jeans, wasting no time in ensuring his appearance was presentable. He wore his shoes and snatched his phone and jacket before walkin