❝Well, you know me. See, the { thing } is,
Mister Save the World, Save the girl,
is that I [ k n o w ] when I’m unwanted, but
do I choose to c a r e ? Well, you can fill in
the blanks there. Come on, Stefan, loosen
up a little. Been buried a little too long in your
savior-Salvatore facade, haven’t you? Hmph.❞
Nose scrunched, the 5’6 petite figure has now taken it upon herself to hop onto the couch, curls abound in ricochets off her shoulders while the everpresent and burning playful grin is tattooed onto her lips. Seeing the expression the Salvatore conveys, her lower lip is pouted, batting long eyelashes for the extra effect.
❝Come on, get us a drink and relax for once. You
sound like my mother. Pre-banished from Bulgaria.❞
❝ You got that one wrong, Katherine.
I am, like you said, buried in my savior-Salvatore
facade only for you and I doubt that the time of
one hundred sixty-some year is enough time to
be considered too long in that case.❞
Isn’t it clear for him by now? If she wants to be around, there hardly ever is a way to get her out. No matter if it is about a house, town, situation. She is like some annoying mosquito that firstly fly around and when gets an occasion, bites you to suck out your blood. Fortunately for Stefan, he isn’t human to let her do that.
❝Maybe that is why you have such a soft spot for me.❞
That joke isn’t really on it’s right place, but Stefan doesn’t care. He probably never will care about anything related to Katherine, not anymore.
❝One drink and you are gone.
That’s the only deal you can make
with me here and now.❞

❝ You got that one wrong, Katherine. I am, like you said, buried in my savior-Salvatore facade only for you and I doubt...