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[ Damon's never been one for admiring scenery.

Every now and then, when he's feeling particularly thoughtful, he'll find a nice little place to gather himself with his thoughts, hands hanging loosely at his sides as he stares at some unimportant object, his mind a million miles away. This is one of those instances, kind of. And he's blaming it a little on Elena.

The lake stretched out before him is crystal clear, sparkling even in the dark, the light from the moon hitting it at odd angles until it glitters silver. He's standing quietly beneath a large willow tree, lacing his ring between his fingers as he considers the events of the day. But he's been standing here for maybe two hours, possibly three, and he's beginning to get restless. And hungry.

No good ever came from thinking too much, after all.

So, sliding his ring back onto his finger, he drops his hand to his side and turns away from the water, moving out from under the long branches of the tree to head back up the grassy hill. ]