i’ve been on an impromptu hiatus and any owed replies are on their way!

deceptivemorals·:

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        of course, it didn’t take katherine long to give him a repartee. he’s not sure he expected anything else. not that he’d voice it aloud nor that he’ll say anything regarding it. he merely took note of her reply. fortunately, katherine decided to continue to accompany him despite their renewed dispute. he really would have had no idea where the bar would have been.

       once they arrived, elijah couldn’t stop himself from wrinkling his nose at the sight of it. “by no means is this pit even close to my usual standards,” but one could question if he’s even entitled to set high demands. civilized beings could have high demands, he, however, is far from being civilized.

       “i assume, however, that it reflects my gloomy mood,” he added after another moment, not missing her little allusion. though he couldn’t tell if it’s out of sentimentics or out of spite.

       “can i assume you’re familiar with the offer available? what can you recommend?”, elijah asked while he was so free to look for a place and then offered Katherine a chair at the bar counter.

—

        the rest of the walk is silent, uncomfortable and as grateful as she is for the company, it’s the company that worries her.  elijah seems hell-bent on making this a terrible experience for them both and she wonders why he offered to come with her.  he loathes her, that much is clear and she cannot understand why he’s walking alongside her, their arms brushing against one another as they make their way along the sidewalk.

       gloomy mood was the biggest understatement that the brunette had ever heard, but as she silently watched him, she wondered what was going on in his head.  he killed his brother and yet he was walking with her into a bar, to drink and forget. 

       it had always been klaus that she had feared.  his wrath was legendary, his thirst for revenge even more so.  but as it turned out, elijah had been the dark horse all along.

       “the offer,” she murmured, as she took his help to hop up on to the bar stool, “is a bottle of bourbon. it’s a shithole but they have some decent bottles.” she rest both of her forearms against the cold wood of the bar, before glancing over at him. “i’m sure you’ll find something to complain about though.”

deceptivemorals·:

        perhaps elijah is simply not used to other people caring about him. usually, it’s him looking out for others, not the other way around. learning that katherine seemed genuinely concerned about him is almost a new experience and it elicited a little smile from his lips.

       ”i’m often told i’m a fool when it comes to feelings. forgive me if i’m inept to recognise them as such.“ he raised her hand (the one without the i.v. in it) to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

       elijah still didn’t let go of her hand though, instead he kept hers in his. ”niklaus will not touch you, katerina. i won’t allow it,“ he assured her again. on the contrary, he’ll make sure that his brother won’t find out in the first place. ”i can help you lie low. i can organize you a new passport, and a protection spell if needed. this doesn’t have to end in the way you fear it to turn out.“

       he doesn’t speak and neither does she, but that’s okay because it’s the unspoken that can be heard in a thunderous echo.  their fingers lace together and she can hear her heartbeat, small and steady.  her heart beats in her chest now, pumping blood around her body, her most vital organ.  so long as it beats, it means she has survived.  but mostly, it beats for him.  

        katherine thinks back to the hazy memory of them in the garden, when she was human for the first time.  he had claimed to nto believe in love then and she could not fathom it, she couldn’t fathom a life without love.  all these years later, she had been jaded, cursed by her own anger, but something in her has broken that, something she thinks might be him.  “i love you elijah.”

       “you think i should run again?” she asks, her gaze dropping to the sheets that she lay under, swallowing thickly around the words.  it was exactly like her to run and yet, for the first time, she didn’t exactly want to.  runing meant being away from him, it meant starting a life over, a new mortal life and that was something she wasn’t sure she could do at this stage.

@eternalpetrova

continued from here with @multistoty ♥

Katerina’s injury should have healed in an instant, but the depth of the wound had ensured that she would be uncomfortable and inconvenienced.  She had gulped down Klaus blood greedily, the Original blood that coursed through his veins made her stronger, the same way it made him strong.  She often wished that he could have turned her, their sire bond would have been the most lethal and unbreakable thing to grace the earth.  But the love that they shared now, was a pretty close substitute.  There was fear in the eyes of their enemies; the King and Queen reunited, no longer at war and in love.  It would be something that history books, far in the future would reference.  Their lives had been linked since 1492 and she supposed that their hearts had been too, intertwined in thorns and blood drops.  So of course she knew when he had arrived to take her home.  She could smell him, hear his footsteps, sense his presence.  It made her feel love bloom in her chest, her undead heart racing as he rounded into her room.  As he spoke, she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, hiding her injury from him.  She didn’t want to make it worse after all.  “I didn’t want you to worry,” she admits in a small voice, embarrassment coursing through her body.  He worried too much about her and clearly for good reason, her body battered and bruised.  Of course it would heal but she did not want to show weakness in front of him.  They didn’t respect weakness, they took advantage of it, preyed upon those that would fall at their knees in front of them.  It was how they had survived this long, with such fearful foes hunting them.  Katerina despised making Klaus angry, hated herself for scaring him and not telling him herself.  She was going to murder whoever told him, but alas, that would have to wait until after she healed and then fed.  Then she would enact her revenge on the tattle-tale.  “Love,” she whispered, her index finger beckoning him closer, as she shifted upright in the bed.  Only a few more hours and it would be like there was never a hair out of place.  “My love for you will transcend this earth and into the next.  You are not a monster and if I die, you will survive and you will thrive.  But luckily for us both, I’m not dying anytime soon.  I don’t like to scare you, I thought I could hide out here and heal and come back to you all better.  You know how I don’t like for you to see me like this.”

deceptivemorals·:

        he offered her a slight but genuine smile when he noticed her starting to calm and cease trying to rip off her iv. to his own great surprise, he didn’t withdraw his hand though. instead, he continued to let it rest on top of hers. perhaps to feel her warmth, perhaps to make sure that she’s indeed alive and well as far as the circumstances allowed.

       “flattering to know you care about my wellbeing, katerina, but i can easily let someone come in here for me to feed on. i won’t starve because i decided to stay here,” he replied with a slight teasing undertone in his voice. besides, he has his hunger under perfect control. he’ll last a few days without getting fresh blood.

       “regarding your other question…”, elijah paused, a slight frown on his face, not really knowing how to put his reply. “perhaps your course is a blessing at the same time. there’s something wrong with what i suppose is your blood. i wouldn’t advise anyone to steal your blood nor would i allow it.”

        his hand clasped on top of her own prevented her from ripping the I.V out.  not that it mattered; with her wound and her human status, she could not outrun him.  she was too weak, too pathetic, too mortal.  so instead, she enjoyed the feeling of his skin against her own, soft fingers lacing together. 

        "of course i care about your wellbeing,” katherine stated, her eyebrow raised as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  because to her, it was.  she had loved many over her years on the earth, but it was always elijah that she came back to.  “do you really not understand how i feel for you elijah?”

        his words do not bring her comfort, instead even make the jittery feeling in her stomach increase.  "perhaps they won’t drink it, but i’ve made so many enemies.  honestly it’s a little impressive just how many people want to watch me die,” she remarked with an air of indifference, even if she felt otherwise, “people might not feed on me but they want to watch me die for what i’ve done, your brother tops the list.”

little-miss-buffy·:

“Twice,” Buffy answered. “The first time I…I drowned. A couple minutes later my best friend saved me. The second time…..” She didn’t know how to explain that one. How do you simplify doing a swan dive off a tower into a cloud of mystical energy so your sister didn’t have to? “My sister’s blood was needed for a bloodletting ritual, so I took her place. I was gone for three months and then my friends brought me back…..with a spell……when I woke up I was in my coffin. Buried in the ground.” Buffy still sometimes had nightmares about waking up in that box, terrified, unable to breathe, and having to claw her way out until she was above ground. She shook her head. “What about you?” she asked.

@eternalpetrova

Katherine listened with rapt interest as Buffy spoke about her own deaths.  It was a little jarring to consider the conversation, the two women seated at a table together, very much “alive”.  The idea of waking up in a coffin made Katherine’s skin crawl and she felt a little queasy as Buffy continued to speak.  She wasn’t afraid of much but the idea of being stuck in a box, six feet under the dirt made her palms sweat.  “Only once so far,” she responded, a beat passing as Katherine took a long drink from her glass.  “First time was when I turned.  I was going to be sacrificed, you know the usual business of curses and blood sacrifices.  I wasn’t willing to accept that, so I ran and took fate into my own hands.  I hung myself.  When you die with vampire blood in you, you turn.  Therefore, there was no use in my blood.”  The memory of her swinging on that rope was brief and dark, her existence long and paved with other dismal memories.  

gilbertsaviour·:

continued from this post with @eternalpetrova··

Elena had to remind herself that the union she formed with her doppelgängerwasn’t a complete betrayal to those she loved. It was life and death, a choice that she made in order to keep the people closest to her out of danger. Katherine was powerful, manipulative, a lethal weapon to her enemies. She was also alone in the world, isolated, afraid even.

In the time that she had come to know the vampire, Elena realised that all she wanted was the freedom to live her own life. After centuries of running from and losing her entire family to a psychotic hybrid, she couldn’t exactly blame her for that. A sigh escaped her lips when Katherine handed her the glass of bourbon and she set it down on the table in front of them without so much as a sip. “I hate to break it to you, but alcohol really isn’t going to help solve any of our problems.”

There wasn’t a one size fits all solution, either. It was a complete risk, one they were both willing to take. “I’m worried about Bonnie and her part in all of this.” Elena revealed. “She already hates that I’m with Stefan. If she knew about my involvement with you, I don’t think she would ever forgive me. I don’t know if I can ask her for her help, Katherine.” 

Life had a funny way of surprising people. 

And one of the most surprising things to happen, was Katherine’s tentative alliance with her doppelgänger.  Elena was the antithesis to Katherine; she was everything good in the world whilst Katherine was viewed as the devil incarnate.  It was hardly surprising that she’d swept in and stolen both Salvatore brothers hearts, much like her ancestor had, many years before.  It would have been easy, too easy really, to shrug the younger woman off and plot her downfall.  

But Katherine was tired.  She had been running for too long.  She had watched too many of her family, her friends being snuffed out of this world.  Any negative feelings she had towards the girl had disappeared as quick as they came.  Elena was the last of the Petrova bloodline, her family.  And she was going to protect her family this time around, she was strong enough to.    

A snort left Katherine’s nose.  “It’s not supposed to help solve anything, but it helps me think,” she remarked indifferently towards Elena.  Lifting the glass from the table, she emptied the liquid into her own glass and discarded the empty before shifting in her seat next to her.  “If it wasn’t for the fact we’re identical, I would be concerned that you were in fact, not my doppelgänger.”

Her words about Bonnie made Katherine’s dark eyes roll and she tapped the side of the glass with her long nails.  Witches were always a goddamn issue.  “I don’t know what other option we have Elena,” she sighed, her tone softening as she spoke.

[ CHECK ] for sender to show up at receiver’s house because they haven’t been heard from in a while only to discover receiver is recovering from major injuries. [from klaus, @multistoty ]

@multistoty

Katherine heard the intrusion and before she could really do anything, she listened as footsteps padded through the hall.  Sitting upright, she winced in pain.  Despite the fact she was healing, one of her broken ribs had punctured her lung, making the process slower and more drawn out.  "Seriously? We don't even knock now?" she muttered in frustration, as her unknown guest made their way through the house.  It is only after a moment that she recognised the presence, his presence.

"Klaus?"

deceptivemorals·:

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         elijah was surprised when katherine suddenly stopped in her tracks and blocked his path to sneer at him. she really recovered very quickly from the past hardships and even grew bold. perhaps a little too bold.

       the original vampire narrowed his eyes at her words. “your witty tongue is a dangerous thing. do not challenge me, katerina.” he warned calmly, not really liking this new, unfamiliar side of her. not because he can’t handle a little sass, it’s because he never knows if she’s playing him or if it’s who she was now. in addition, she has already crossed his limits one too many times today, she shouldn’t strain it.

       he then decided to ignore her and continued with his path (without knowing where this bar is located). “i hope these visitors in this … location know how to behave themselves. i would hate to make an example of one of them. albeit, if i think about it, it might help with my inner rage,” he continued to talk, more to himself, ignoring her presence completely.

       at least for the time being.

       he stopped in his tracks and turned around, facing his female companion. “are you coming or am i supposed to guess where this rat-hole is located?”

—

      her jaw clenched as he faced off to her, choosing once again to take what she said in a combative manner.  of course, she had been being combative but he didn’t need to constantly be looking for reasons to argue with her.  or to threaten her.  “i simply asked if you had a better idea elijah.  do not blame me if you took it the wrong way,” she remarked, her tone free of spite or smugness.

       his words pulled a wry snort from katherine’s nose.  of course the clientele that frequented bars like this didn’t know how to behave themselves, hence why it was one of katherine’s go-to places when she either needed to let off some steam or she needed to feed.  people who went to bars like this, often weren’t people who were looked for if they went missing.

       she is caught between simply telling him to get fucked and tucking her tail between her legs and rejoining him on the path towards the bar.  katherine shifts her weight from one foot to the other before reluctantly rejoining him.  her need to get drunk and then feed outweighs the attitude she knows that she will recieve from elijah. 

      after less than a minute of walking, they arrived at their destination.  it was drab and a little run down, and the duo definitely stuck out like sore pins as she led their way inside, making her way through the dark bar towards a back booth.  “i know you’re used to the finer things in life my Lord,” she muttered, sarcasm dripping from her words, “but I hope this is somewhat to your standards.”

deceptivemorals​:

         “perhaps not as noble as you think”, elijah retorted more quietly, surprised by that honest remark that left his lips. of course, his family’s well-being is important to him. however, he couldn’t deny that this aim isn’t also a bit selfish. he still feels guilty for some things that have happened in their past, his doings also are a means of redeeming his guilt.

        it didn’t slip elijah’s attention that katherine suddenly started to become restless, and his concerned gaze wandered to her hand where her fingers curled around the drip. her words were probably meant to calm him but she didn’t really seem to be convinced herself though he hoped she was right because the bleeding needs to stop soon.

        at her further request, however, elijah sighed, his hand now wandering to hers to rest softly on top of her fingers that still played with the drip. “i don’t think you’re ready to leave yet, katerina. i understand your concern but your body needs rest. give it time to heal.” his thumb brushed over the back of her hand, hoping to comfort her. “i won’t leave. you’re safe in here.”

       the idea that elijah wasn’t as noble as he appeared was almost laughable.  he was noble to a fault, to his own ruin.  but she knew better; he was the most noble man that she had ever known.  he had never put himself first and probably never would.  he had given up love and everything else for the mikaelson’s and would no doubt give up his life if it meant that his siblings got to thrive.

        his hand clasped over hers and she relaxed for a moment, her other hand stopping attempting to tug the drip out.  of course he would disagree with her and refuse to sign off on her leaving, he didn’t understand the danger that she was putting herself in staying still.  in this bed, she was a sitting duck and that thought alone was enough to make her panic and force her to rip her hand out from under his. 

       “i’m safe for now,” she agreed, “but what happens when you leave to feed?  what happens when your brother comes for my blood again?  will you have the heart to refuse him?” 

little-miss-buffy​:

“No, I like it,” Buffy smiled. “It’s just a reflex to the burn.” She neglected to mention that she’d downed a whole bottle and threw it back up. No need to make the young vampire nauseous. “We were,” she agreed. “We were forced to grow up too young and died shortly after.”

@eternalpetrova

Katherine nodded, a smile playing on her lips as Buffy claimed to enjoy the bourbon. “How unfortunate for us both,” she remarked softly, her thoughts entirely distracted towards her own bleak past. Misery loved company of course, so it was no surprise that the two women had found solace in one another’s company this evening. “So how many times have you died exactly?” she asked. 

deceptivemorals​:

–

          despite katherine’s immidiate effort to stop him from answering her obvious rhetorical question, elijah would have never insulted her like that. if there was anything he knew about this new person katherine pierce, it was her intelligence and her capabilities to elude his family. such (whenever questionable) talent, doesn’t come from nowhere. even as a human, katherine has been rather remarkable. things could have been very different if she hadn’t taken matters into her own hands. unfortunately, she made some decisions that cannot be considered smart.

        “so a rancid tavern?”, elijah retorted because her description of ‘shitty little dive bar’ did remind him of such a place. hardly the establishment he was used to, hardly a place that he would want to visit. there’s something incredibly vulgar when it comes to a small, mostly dark and smokey placed filled by mostly drunk people.

        nonetheless, he chose to follow her, deeming that destination as first punishment for his sins.

        “i honestly didn’t expect you to like places like this.” but he also didn’t really know her. never had. she’s actually, especially now, a stranger to him.

—

        they walked along the sidewalk in silence and for the first time today, she was greatful for the quiet, as her fingertips fiddled with her daylight necklace.  she was grateful that klaus had overlooked it when he had gotten rid of her other belongings.  trying to find a witch that she hadn’t pissed off recently to spell her another one would have been in short supply.  she snuck a look at elijah and sighed softly to herself.  truthfully, she had always wanted to end up back here with him, though she had always hoped for a much better situation.  this was not what she had envisioned through the years.

        he was a snob and it made her both frown and threaten to curl the corners of her lips upwards into a smile.  of course elijah would be bothered about going somewhere trashy and terrible, his suit would put him immediately out of place.  she hadn’t really considered going somewhere nicer, she simply wanted to drink.  a half decent bourbon would have been good enough for her, hell even a shitty one would be fine right now.  but of course he had to ruin her best laid plans.

        “like is an overstatement,” katherine sneered back at him, stopping in her tracks as she walked in front of him abruptly.  her gaze locked on his, her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.  “if you have a better suggestion, i’m all ears elijah,” she spit in his face, her legendary temper flaring for just a moment.

deceptivemorals·:

         of course it didn’t slip his attention that katherine didn’t yet answer what was on her bucket list. he couldn’t predict if she didn’t want to think about it, considering it appeared to seal her mortal fate, or if she had nothing in mind right now. when having eternal life, everything seems reachable. one believes they have all the time left for certain things – and in many cases, there’ll be enough time.

        the original furrowed his eyebrows at her question, wanting to answer it truthfully. “i do not have a bucket list, nothing i want to do or see before i depart this life. i wish for my family to be united and in peace with each other and themselves. that’s the only thing i wish to achieve before i have to go.” perhaps it’s selfless to not really have a goal on his own but he didn’t fear death. he had seen and experienced the things he wished to see and experience. he even had tasted the sweet taste of love once. he didn’t dare to dream of more.

        “if someone is as old as me, with unlimited possibilities, then there is not much left to dream off,” he explained before his gaze wandered back to her stomach because he noted that the smell of blood was slightly back.

        “are you alright, katerina? do i need to call for a doctor?”

      “how very noble of you,” she replied sincerely.  it was a classic elijah answer.  of course he considered others, especially his family, over himself.  he always was selfless, to a fault.  her thoughts drifted back to her own family, long departed.  she hoped that they had found peace in the next life.  she hoped that when she finally joined them, that they would forgive her for signing their death warrant.  

       the thought made her anxious.  hospitals made her anxious.  they scared her in general, but now that she was human, they meant that she was trapped, with nowhere to run if danger came knocking.  which, knowing her, it would.  she shifted uncomfortably, fingers curling around the drip in her hand.

       "it’s going to bleed through, at least a little,” she suggested, though her knowledge of anatomy and what the hell went on under the skin was limited.  but she kept her head high and ignored his gaze, though the anxiety was clear in her features.  “i want to leave, can you ask the doctor if that’s possible?” she asked, knowing full well what his reaction would be.

deceptivemorals·:

–          it seemed, at least visually, that she had overcome the time of her capture well. elijah couldn’t predict if it was a cascade or if she had gotten used to something like that by now. perhaps the relief of the death of her nemesis outweighed the trauma. whatever it was, elijah knew that he had to be careful with her. nothing is as it seems with her, that much was sure.

       he only hummed at her response, though he noted her indignant tone. unfortunately, he couldn’t give too much to katherine’s apology. not after what she had pulled in the last hour with her repeated accusations and teasing. it was enough for elijah to have learned (or rather be reminded) that she liked to twist words, that she liked to use certain things against the other.

       ”well, i’m glad to hear you’re not uncomfortable and seem to feel better.“ he retorted before his gaze returned to the surroundings, not wanting to let it linger on her too much, especially after she decided to step closer. despite yearning for distraction, despite wanting to put his mind elsewhere but on his brother’s demise, he knew he couldn’t let her get too close to him. a certain kind of distance was needed, both physically and mentally.

       elijah narrowed his eyes as he thought about her words, ”i certainly do hope you’re not speaking of the location called ’mystic grill’.“ no, he won’t spend his time in that hellhole, at worst still surrounded by people celebrating.

—

        katherine knew that she would be haunted by this particular brush with death.  of course, there was always a level of emotional trauma sustained with every murder plot thwarted, with every time she managed to slink out of a situation unharmed.  but this was something entirely new to her.  she was actually convinced that she was going to die, hell — she almost did.

        that was a first.  for her to know that she was close to dessicating, close to being katherine pierce the survivor no more.  she would simply be katherine pierce who starved to death in a shitty shoebox apartment.  what an awful way to go out.

        better was an overstatement and they both knew it but she made no move to correct him.  if by better he meant, not close to death, then yes she was feeling better.  he quickly shifted his gaze towards the sidewalk and she did the same, though kept an eye on him out of her peripherals.  how could he be the same elijah she had once loved, yet so incredibly different?  he had always been capable of darkness, she knew that firsthand, but this...this was something else entirely.

        "do you think i’m an idiot?” she questioned, an accusatory stare joining her words.  “in fact, don’t even answer that,” she added as an afterthought, with a dismissive wave of her hand.  of course she wasn’t going to take him to the grill, she wasn’t welcome there on the best of days, let alone when she had been left too die.  too many questions that she wasn’t willing to answer without a stomach full of blood and bourbon.  

       “we’re going to a shitty little dive bar, like six blocks from here.  people go there because they don’t want to talk, or celebrate or anything, they just want to drink,” she explained as they turned right towards their destination.

little-miss-buffy·:

“I know,” Buffy says as she takes a large sip of her drink and makes the face again followed by a “BLEH” sound. “I’ve been doing this for ten years, since I was fifteen and it still scares me.”

@eternalpetrova

“We can get you another drink if you like,” Katherine offered. She knew that bourbon or whiskey weren’t to everyone’s tastes. The stark difference in how they drank was laughable to Katherine, the booze making it’s way down her throat without even the blink of an eye but she found it endearing that Buffy made the same noise every time. “Fifteen,” she mused, as she ran her index finger around the rim of the glass, “we were just children, you and I, when our lives were irrevocably changed.”

[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling. (For our Kelena babes. <3)

katherine tilted her head towards the soft sniffle that came from behind her, one of her perfectly arched eyebrows raising as she looked towards the mirror image of herself.  elena gilbert, the last of the petrova bloodline.  

"don't pout elena," she chastised, as she walked past her doppelgänger towards the home bar on the other side of the room.  she lifted two tumblers and a bottle of bourbon and carried them towards the couch where the other brunette was seated, settling them on the coffee table before she took a seat next to her.   elena was exactly like her, though their similarities ended in their visage.   their personalities couldn't have been more different; katherine was cold and calculating, always considering how she could pull the puppet strings.  elena however, was kind hearted, loving and loyal.  

there was a softness that elena managed to bring out in katherine, one that had not reared its head in many years and she had begun to found out that she didn’t hate it.  “tell me what’s on your mind,” katherine offered, as she filled a glass with a heavy slog of amber liquor and handed it over to her.