( CLOSED ) BITE MY TONGUE.

[manipulative]

Who: Katherine + Stefan + Wanda + Amos
What: June stuff.
When: June.
Where: All around the twist.

Content Warnings: Parental abuse; mind control/reality warping; dark magic; PTSD.

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[prescind]

Katherine, if you're not careful, I won't give you anything at all.

( it's the thought that counts! be grateful, katherine. )

I can just save the gifts for another time.

[manipulative]

For my five hundred and fiftieth. I expect some fanfare.

[ like two journals and maybe an invitation to go buy a pair of shoes and a bag to match. she'll work him on that one over the next year.

hugging him to her, she rests her cheek against his back and sighs quietly. ]

As long as you end up shirtless by the end of the day, I'll be happy.

[ such a simple old lady. ]

[prescind]

I'm sure that'll happen. But be patient with your gifts. I got you some things and the day is still young.

( they'll get there. )

I give them to you now and you're not gonna wanna do anything else because you'll be bored of me.

[manipulative]

I wouldn't say that.

[ this would be the perfect time to insult him, but katherine kisses the back of his shirt and reluctantly steps away from him to sidle up to his side. ]

It just means you'd have to find another way to entertain me, is all. [ she smiles at him. ]

[prescind]

I've got board games.

( he's not intending to use them but he's got them. )

We could play a cutthroat game of Monopoly.

[manipulative]

I would kick your ass at Monopoly.

[ she regards him with an amused pointed look. and, no, it's not because she cheats. it's simply because she's katherine pierce. ]

Besides… I much rather Go Fish. Simple, yet a classic.

[ like her. ]

[prescind]

Really? Go Fish seems kinda boring for you.

( not enough action and the like. )

[manipulative]

It's a classic! [ katherine adds reluctantly, ] And it's only boring if you're with the wrong player.

[ it says a lot that she thinks he'll be a riveting go fish player. take the compliment. ]

It's okay if you're afraid to lose.

[prescind]

Please.

( stefan rolls his eyes at her. )

I'm not afraid to lose because I won't lose. I'm an expert Go Fish player.

[manipulative]

[ katherine smiles, pleased. she slaps him on the ass in happiness. peering at what he's cooking, she seems a little lighter on her feet now that he's promised to play such a human and mundane game with her.

she remains leaning against the counter, smiling up at him. ]

Then we'll play—after we eat. It's best you don't lose on an empty stomach, Stef.

[prescind]

All that nagging to try and get something else and now you wanna eat.

( stefan laughs but nods. that's a good plan. )

It's almost ready if you wanna help me set the table.

[manipulative]

[ she sighs heavily and slumps momentarily against the side of the counter. but she pushes off as quickly as she slumps and walks to the drawers to begin setting the table. ]

Being unpredictable keeps you on your toes, Stefan! [ glancing down at his feet, she lifts her brows. ] Though, you're flat on your feet right now.

[ fix that, pls ]

[prescind]

What?

( stefan looks down at his feet and then up at katherine, a look of confusion on his face. )

You want me to...walk around on my tiptoes all day?

[manipulative]

Yes.

[ she smacks his ass as if that's going to get him on his tiptoes. but, really, she just wants to touch his ass… so she does. she gets to. it's her day. ]

If you're not going to walk around shirtless, then I'll accept that.

[prescind]

Tiptoes or shirtless?

( those were two very different things. he squints at her and then rolls his eyes. )

Or maybe I'll keep my shirt on and walk around normally until later.

[manipulative]

Or…

[ she hooks her fingers into the hem of his shirt and tugs it down rather than up. smiling up at him, she ensures to brush her fingertips against the bare skin of his belly. ]

You take this off now.

[prescind]

And if I don't?

( were you going to do something about it, katherine, or just tease? he arches an eyebrow. )

[manipulative]

I'll cry.

[ she even wobbles her bottom lip a little, though she knows her expression is still too smug to be entirely convincing. ]

Do you want me to cry on my five hundred and fourthy ninth birthday, Stefan?

[prescind]

No, I don't want you to cry.

( of course he doesn't. he makes a face at her and shakes his head. )

I also don't think that you're not going to cry though. You're not that insecure about what I'm going to do and not do.