— response to the familiar lecture.
Observing how her fleeting attention affected him, she couldn't help but marvel at the impact. His attempt to conceal emotions failed, evident in his hastened departure to remedy her mess.
With a smug self-applause, Katherine watched him —
H͟E͟A͟D͟C͟A͟N͟O͟N:
𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥.
In the deserted mansion, void of any Salvatore presence, Katherine saw it as her prerogative to occupy the space. The vast expanse whispered tales of wild parties and blood-soaked revelries, prompting her to claim it as --
As much as she loves being the centre of attention and having the Salvatore brothers come to her aid, she does not need the whole of mystic falls to engage.
-- book, her words conveyed a stark truth. Though she had fallen for his younger brother, there existed room for Damon's love as well.
The absence of his presence left an emptiness within her—a void that echoed the messy, chaotic woman she truly was. With Stefan, she had to --
-- be wedded.
Just like that, the ring was a perfect match for her small, slender finger. "Coincidence? I think not."
As Katherine admired the ring's snug fit, she couldn't shake the uncanny sensation that this was no mere coincidence. It felt as though destiny had guided --
all she wants are simple gifts this Christmas..
-the salvatores wrapped under the tree (preferably Stefan, but Damon will suffice)
-Rebekah's heart on a silver platter
-- oh, and a pair of new heels.
-- secretly anticipated this moment. Shaking her head, she leaned against the door frame, door ajar enough to observe his movements. Stripped of his garments, he stood in his trunks, showcasing a physique shaped by experiences too numerous to count. A sight to behold. A wide --
— lips; being acknowledged for her sinister aura was nothing short of a compliment. "You’re not too far off yourself," she murmured, inspecting the glistening liquid staining her finger.
His sudden grasp of her wrist caught her off guard. Katherine held her breath, he was too —
— alive, almost human, in its fearless embrace. He navigated the world without inhibition. Once they engaged in their affairs, everything else seemed to fade away. It was the stark contrast between the two Salvatore brothers that drew her in.
Choosing between them was a —
-- most held no interest for her. Perhaps it was a ploy to prolong her stay in Stefan's presence. Nevertheless, his reluctance to remove her from his room marked a small victory in the direction she desired. Katherine, ever the astute player, understood the delicate balance of --
@HybridVillainy
She will NEVER be in the vicinity of the hybrid. Cue her getting out of there as fast as she can.
Merry Christmas -- choke on a white oak.
-- opening its lid, it revealed the same stone that had been burned into mind, the sapphire she had reached for centuries ago, left in a shell of a box collecting dust.
Yet, in the room with paintings of her? "I guess your mine" she murmured, taking the ring out of its --
— decisively, Katherine seized his wrist, wrenching it away from her throat, her grip holding his wrist aloft. Her lips, glossed and inviting, curled into a sly smirk as she cleared her throat with deliberate intent.
“I swear Damon, you’re all talk." She purred, her voice —
Vanishing momentarily, Katherine returned to find him busily tidying—a trait she could appreciate, though her disheveled appearance contradicted any appreciation for cleanliness. The lingering scent of blood on her skin was a well deserved indulgence. A sly grin curved her—
They say you should enjoy being in the company with people, but when the company is Katherine Pierce, you enjoy the solitude. When she tells him to enjoy his breakfast, he first thinks it’s too good to be true, but then he hears her take her leave. The --
-- one well-versed in the art of discourse. Yet, the weight of his years lent an air of accountability that tilted the scales in a decidedly biased, one-sided fashion. Far from harboring resentment, she recognised that her own temporal tenure imparted a similar tint to her --
-- her head finding solace against his side as he tenderly stroked her hair. Those were the nights where familiarity hummed between them like a cherished tune. Alas, the tragic conclusion to his human existence mirrored the demise of their once-intimate relationship. No longer --
— careful dance. Her attention instinctively gravitated toward his figure once more. He was an intoxicant, an allure too potent to resist.
Perhaps a swift circuit around the room would satiate the guests. Her chambers beckoned her, with Stefan inside it.
— seem short, but your current demeanor won't extend your stay in this world by much longer. Do women truly find..." she trailed off, gesturing toward him with a wry expression, "...that attractive?" Back in 1864, she would’ve understood the attraction, his innocence drew her —
-- dramatic sigh, her thoughts drifting to the sweet memories of shared laughter in the garden and the frivolous games with no rules but countless prizes. He had once erased the heartache of her now-deceased family, just as he had done for Elena.
"I've missed you, y'know," --
-- tenderness, those small gestures—faint echoes in the shadows of her mind. But the present revealed a different tale, his demeanor icy, a stark contrast to the warmth she once knew. Elena bore the blame; the doppelgänger had rewritten his essence.
"Why this sudden haste? --
This unforeseen escapade unfolded as an exquisite interlude. The Salvatore brothers, perhaps unwittingly, bestowed upon her an unparalleled gift—a haven cocooned in serenity, where the tumult of evasion and concealment surrendered to stillness. Within these walls, she --
Within his absence he had believed that Katherine would end up growing bored and with no one to pester she’d take her leave. The second he steps foot inside of the house he’s quickly realizing that assumption had been wrong. Very wrong. Closing the front door behind him he
— raising an eyebrow to conceal her inner turmoil behind a smirk. "If you're planning to tie me up and kill me for lying to you, the least you could do is buy me dinner first. Then, maybe I'll consider joining you." With that, she deftly turned the tables, leaving Damon —
-- murmured, her fingers weaving through his raven hair.
"You're 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 than willing now" She pressed harder into his hips. "I'll add to my list of sins, Damon. It'll go unnoticed." Her voice now dark, with an edge. Katherine hadn't tried to explain more, for her history was -
— ensnared by his relentless determination. It was all so predictable, right down to the tightening pressure around her throat, a move that had become a tiresome cliché in their encounters. A broken chuckle escaped her lips as she adjusted her throat within his grasp.
With a —
-- against the cool expanse of the wall, Katherine traced the contours of Damon's flirtatious gestures in her mind—the tender caress of his touch, the lingering warmth of his gaze. Despite her denials, a soft spot for her lingered in Damon's heart, a testament to the depths of --
-- perspectives. Their shared qualities created a complex, interwoven n͟a͟r͟r͟a͟t͟i͟v͟e͟.
"𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛," she murmured, her form now in close proximity, fingers delicately gracing his shoulder.
"If I were to weave a story based on another's life, I'd then not be the cast --