Vampire Diaries Damon Clothes Novels & Stories

That will be the last time you'll speak to her in such a manner, if not I'll send you back to wherever you are coming from". Stella scolded her. "mom,". She whined. " you can't…". "What's going on here?". Damon's husky voice interrupted from the door. We all turned back to see him standing by the doorpost. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, a white dress shirt and black slacks with black shoes. His hair was combed back from his face but a few stubborn strands still fell on his forehead, stopping at his eyebrows. "Oh hey, Damon". Lily purred, as she sauntered to him. She wrapped her arms around him, smiling at him. Damon patted her back before pulling away.

] The livestream’s comments started a direct battle of curses. Aurora walked into the tent. But after going in, she saw Damon who was changing his clothes. Damon was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. Not a single button was fastened. It was open like that.

I teased. Leah smiled at me, it was then i had realized instead of her traditional goth look. She had wore a red dress her black har down and curled. Amusement showed on her almost black eyes. Damon turned, to me with a mischievous smile on his pink lips. His blond hir was spike up, his green eyes looked inot mine. A black leather jacket he always wore, most likely with black jeans abd a goofy shirt though i couldn't see to confirm.

Even more nervous now, I went to the roof, where Damon was waiting for me- Oh, and he is stunning. Majestic at least, with his wings fully exposed. A short cloak’s edges held by epaulets with the same model as mine. It went down to the mid of his strong tights. Simple pants and knee-high boots, and a close bodied shirt which highlighted his perfect body made me growl in possessiveness. His clothes were also perfectly black. A massive sword hung at his hip in silvery sheath, as well as a shorter dagger. Damon’s long hair was bounded in a high ponytail with a large silver ring. Some strands falling onto his neatly shaved face.

It was obvious it was customized. Ten minutes later, my eyes watered as I stared at myself in the mirror. I stepped out to see Damon wearing a matching blue suit with black pants and shoes, sitting on the arm of the chair with his legs crossed. He dark had glasses on but it was obvious he was eating at me with his eyes.

fice. Damon got out of his chair, a,d damn. Naomi tried to keep her eyes on his face, nowhere else. He was wearing suit pants, a light blue shirt that compliments his skin tone, and a double-breasted waistcoat. He looked more mature with less of the childish features she had seen in the pictures on the tabloids.. “You didn't tell me you were coming,” Damon said, his tone as cold as ice. “You never respond to my messages or calls.” Naomi folded her arms.

The following morning, Damon had someone prepare their outfits. He wore a classically designed Irethian-style bespoke suit in silver-gray. Damon paired it with a navy blue tie and handmade leather shoes, showing his exceptional taste. On the other hand, Celeste was dressed in a navy blue strapless gown with black high heels, complementing his look as a couple. The navy blue dress accentuated the freshness and elegance of her fair, flawless skin. Damon looked at Celeste. Suddenly, he handed her a box, saying, "Put this on."

Damon didn't say anything after that and carefully washed her hair. She didn't let him stay back more than it was necessary. Damon came out and wiped his wet hands. "Fuck, she is going to eat me alive..." He sighed after taking the glimpse of his life ahead. Mira came out after some time from the closet and Damon frowned at her when he saw her wearing a white suit. His jaw clenched when he saw her in white. He loath that colour.

I suddenly heard him. I cleared my throat and entered. In order not to make it seem like I heard anything, I thought an apology would be nice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I was waiting for you to finish." I said as I entered. Damon was wearing a big black net shirt with an inner black singlet. This in turn was worn over baggy black jeans. Wait, was my death to him some sort of fashion runway where he showed off his glam? Hell, he was killing this look and I was certain that I would not mind this look in my funeral.

The next was a deep burgundy coat and each time Javier touched hems and buttons, Damon simply looked at me. He didn’t utter a word, not even through the mind link but his eyes said everything. I caught myself staring back, reading him. I saw longing, and something dangerously close to possession. Oh dear. Goddess help me! My face heated up. I turned quickly to the mirror. “This is ridiculous, I don’t need so many clothes. You can just pick the best and sell the rest.” Damon tilted his head, he looked so soft and relaxed. “Alright. We will just pick a few everyday outfits as well then.”