Delijah (Damon x Elijah) Vampire Diaries oneshots

23. Love Memories

Elijah asks Damon how he fell in love with Elijah

In the quiet moments, when the world around them seemed to fade into a distant murmur, Elijah Mikaelson often found himself pondering the intricacies of their love. He sat in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixed on Damon Salvatore, his beloved. There was a question that had lingered in his mind for some time, and tonight, he decided to voice it.

"Damon," Elijah began, his voice soft and filled with curiosity, "how did you fall in love with me?"

Damon turned to him, his cerulean eyes sparkling with affection as he allowed himself to drift into the memories that defined their love story. "You know, Elijah," he mused, "it wasn't just one moment. It was a series of moments, each one etching itself into my heart until I couldn't imagine a life without you."

As he spoke, Damon's mind journeyed through the years they had spent together, a tapestry of memories that painted the portrait of their love.

"It was the first time we shared a laugh," Damon began, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "I remember we were at that café in New Orleans, and you told that story about Rebekah and the garden gnomes. I couldn't stop laughing, and I realized then that you were more than just the stoic Original vampire. You had this hidden sense of humor that was utterly enchanting."

Elijah's lips curved into a smile, his own memories of that day flooding back.

"And it was the way you looked at me," Damon continued, his voice tender. "There were moments when I would catch you watching me, your gaze filled with such warmth and affection that it felt like a gentle caress on my soul. It was in those moments that I knew I was falling for you."

Elijah's eyes softened as he listened, his heart swelling with emotion.

Damon's voice grew even more fervent as he recounted their journey. "It was the countless nights we spent talking, sharing our pasts and our dreams. It was the way you held me when I was vulnerable, the way you protected me even when I didn't deserve it. It was the quiet moments we shared, the stolen kisses, and the love letters we wrote without words."

Elijah leaned in, capturing Damon's lips in a tender kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the love that flowed between them.

"Most of all," Damon whispered against Elijah's lips, "it was the way you made me believe in love again. You showed me that even in a world filled with darkness, there could be a love that was pure, eternal, and unshakable."

Their lips met again, sealing their love with a kiss that spoke of promises made and memories cherished. In that moment, they knew that their love story was not defined by grand gestures or dramatic revelations; it was written in the quiet moments, the stolen glances, and the memories that bound their hearts together for all eternity.