true to her brand of independentwoman.mp3, she'd packed her bags and had stolen stefan's car in the middle of the night. after assisting stefan in the first steps of recovering from his drowning-in-a-safe trauma and deciding he was fine by himself with no further use of her, she'd decided to look after her own.
her first step: tracking down a witch who could return her to her natural, vampiric state. (she'd found a name, but hadn't been able to google search him. who knew vincent griffith was a private man?)
her second step: protecting nadia from the travelers.
with her daughter in the wind upon her very firm and motherly request, katherine's decided her plan is infallible. it will work. it has to work. everything she has ever pursued has always worked in her favour, even with the few handsome hiccups along the way. she has someone to live for eternity with, and a new life she intends to build.
that life had never included stefan. she'd resigned herself to saying goodbye, just like she had in 1864 upon his death. cutting this tie with him was meant to be permanent.
of course, stefan decided to fuck that plan. she'd only gotten three days without him until he was on her tail. although she had been determined not to let him catch her, he had.
having wasted at least ten minutes at the vending machine cursing all the crap food she's forcing herself to eat, katherine begrudgingly returns to her motel room with a sulky, petulant frown. her room had been a one-bed, dingy little thing somewhere between atlanta and new orleans, and she'd intended for stefan's presence to be in the form of phone calls and him requesting she return his car.
he was never supposed to be here.
opening the door, she stands in the threshold and throws a packet of potato chips at his head. ]
Dinner.
[ then she moves in a flourish, as gracefully as she had as a vampire, snatching a magazine from a table before falling into an arm chair in the corner. she opens it up and ensures to lift her magazine to her face to block him from view. ]
au on s5 where the growing old shit doesn't happen and steferine remains Gross
true to her brand of independentwoman.mp3, she'd packed her bags and had stolen stefan's car in the middle of the night. after assisting stefan in the first steps of recovering from his drowning-in-a-safe trauma and deciding he was fine by himself with no further use of her, she'd decided to look after her own.
her first step: tracking down a witch who could return her to her natural, vampiric state. (she'd found a name, but hadn't been able to google search him. who knew vincent griffith was a private man?)
her second step: protecting nadia from the travelers.
with her daughter in the wind upon her very firm and motherly request, katherine's decided her plan is infallible. it will work. it has to work. everything she has ever pursued has always worked in her favour, even with the few handsome hiccups along the way. she has someone to live for eternity with, and a new life she intends to build.
that life had never included stefan. she'd resigned herself to saying goodbye, just like she had in 1864 upon his death. cutting this tie with him was meant to be permanent.
of course, stefan decided to fuck that plan. she'd only gotten three days without him until he was on her tail. although she had been determined not to let him catch her, he had.
having wasted at least ten minutes at the vending machine cursing all the crap food she's forcing herself to eat, katherine begrudgingly returns to her motel room with a sulky, petulant frown. her room had been a one-bed, dingy little thing somewhere between atlanta and new orleans, and she'd intended for stefan's presence to be in the form of phone calls and him requesting she return his car.
he was never supposed to be here.
opening the door, she stands in the threshold and throws a packet of potato chips at his head. ]
Dinner.
[ then she moves in a flourish, as gracefully as she had as a vampire, snatching a magazine from a table before falling into an arm chair in the corner. she opens it up and ensures to lift her magazine to her face to block him from view. ]