( july catch all )

[rocinantes]

Who: stefan salvatore (prescind) + katherine pierce (manipulative) + amos burton (rocinantes) + wanda maximoff (explosion)
What: event stuff
When: july
Where: all around

Content Warnings: probably some language to start.

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( what is love? baby don't hurt me — )

[rocinantes]

( he doesn't know that anything's awry just yet. he's managed to avoid everyone and everything on his way over to wanda's but...he doesn't even know why he's heading over here, actually. she hadn't called to invite him and he didn't need her so why was he going?

it's a question that he doesn't have an answer to and maybe if he did, he'd ignore it. because this is what he wants to do and it feels right.

he's at her door before he even realizes it and then he's knocking and waiting, a little anxious. she knows who he is, what he's done, what he's dealt with and she hasn't tried to ghost him so that...says a lot.

maybe he's here to say thank you. )

[explosion]

[ of course, wanda knows it's amos at the door before he even steps foot on the front porch. it's not because of her telepathy; her magical wards are at work, easily identifying who steps foot on her property. it's not something she's teaching herself from the darkhold; it's simply her giving in to her intuition.

she opens the door with a smile and a slightly furrowed brow. despite sensing him on her property, she hadn't been expecting him. ]

How did you know my car was in perfect condition?

[ she chuckles. it's in perfect condition, don't you worry. it's sitting in her garage with its hood cooling from her morning drive. ]

[rocinantes]

I don't.

( and now he's wondering if she's somehow wrecked her car because she can. he frowns at her and his eyes flick in the direction of the garage. )

What did you to do it?

[explosion]

Nothing!

[ she laughs despite feigning being affronted. with her hands on her hips, she shakes her head incredulously. ]

Why must you always think I have done something to my car? I take very good care of it.

[ most of the time. ]

[rocinantes]

Uh huh.

( that's doubt you hear in his voice, wanda. pure doubt. )

I feel like I should come over and check on it just to make sure.

[explosion]

Is that why you came here?

[ she cocks her brow and smiles teasingly. ]

Do you fret about my car?

[rocinantes]

I...fret about a lot of things when it comes to you.

( fret is a weird word. )

But no, that's not the reason I'm here.

( couch potato )

[prescind]

( it's the first time in awhile that he's been exiled to the couch and he's just...it's almost laughable at this point. he and katherine will get into some kind of dumb argument, she'll banish him to the couch and then she'll show up down here in a little while and sleep on top of him.

he doesn't even know what the argument had been about this time but he'd grabbed his pillow and a blanket and now he was settling down on the couch in the dark, listening to the sounds of the night outside.

katherine should end up down here shortly. )

[manipulative]

[ being sent to the couch is what he deserves after his little comment about her shoes. katherine's not overly sensitive, thank you very much! she's simply a woman who prides herself on her shoes and her shoes are a part of her self-care. simple.

intending to make him sweat a little, she purposefully makes a noise on the second floor as she gets ready for bed. and when she's ready, she pulls her pillow over to the centre of the bed to make it a point that it's better without stefan's lumpy pillow in that exact spot.

but she doesn't bother to jump into bed. in this circumstance, katherine leaves the bedroom and heads down the stairs, footsteps loud, as she makes her way down to the ground floor to say goodnight.

after all, she is a nice person. ]

[prescind]

( stefan listens to her moving around upstairs, shifting on the bed before she settles for a second. but that settling doesn't last long before he hears her footsteps and he knows he's coming downstairs.

stefan hurriedly closes his eyes and tucks his arm underneath his head to act like he's asleep. the sofa is perfectly comfortable and he's tired. he's fast asleep. )

[manipulative]

I know you're awake.

[ she leans against the wall and crosses her arms against her chest. as tempting as it is to go lie on top of him, katherine has self-control. she has a bed! a comfortable bed that she can spread out in!

smiling down at him, she shakes her head and tsks lightly beneath her breath. ]

I wanted to come and say goodnight, so. Goodnight.

[prescind]

Goodnight.

( he's not taking anything back about the shoes. it was a good point. he doesn't open his eyes. )

Have a good sleep.

( in the bed. )

[manipulative]

I will.

[ she sounds like she's smiling—and that's because she is. she chuckles, scrunching up her face as she watches stefan keep his eyes closed. ]

Are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow? Maybe an extra blanket?

[ yes, she's being annoying on purpose—and she's smiling while at it, too. ]

( a simple walk in the park )

[prescind]

( sometimes, they still find the time to go out and just be together. it's not always easy with the goings on in the city and how things tend to go pear shaped very often but he tries to make it a point to just be normal with her sometimes.

tonight, they'd gone out to have some food and now they were taking the long way home, hand in hand, like they were back in mystic falls or chicago or bulgaria or something and not this blood soaked place.

he looks over at her, moving them around a few people who were out as well and giving her hand a squeeze. )

[manipulative]

[ as far as she's concerned, the whole hand-holding idea belongs to him. she just initiated it to simply get it out of the way. it's not that she likes it.

if anyone had asked her if she believed she would be holding hands with anyone, let alone stefan salvatore, she would've laughed. she likes to think of herself as someone who doesn't put her foot forward in the most obvious of ways. she likes to be subtle, even a shadow. this declaration is a lot coming from her.

and it's one that she's been making over and over since arriving in deerington and the trench.

when stefan manoeuvres them around a small group of people, one of the men happens to step back as katherine steps forward. she brushes her shoulder against him; while it's not enough of a force to throw her off-kilter, it does have her stepping into stefan. ]

[prescind]

( where he wasn't paying attention to who walked by her at first, he is now. she steps into him and he takes a step to the side before he stops them and let's go of her hand. )

Who did that?

( he doesn't know why he feels the need to know that right now when he could just let it alone but that's not happening. )

Who bumped into her?

[manipulative]

Stefan.

[ katherine chuckles, furrowing her brows in light incredulity. she glances at the people, but she keeps her gaze on him. she's not necessarily one to instigate fights unless they have a desirable outcome for her... and she isn't one to stop a fight unless it's for the exact same reasons.

right now, she's not entirely sure which is her desirable outcome. ]

It's fine.

[prescind]

Is it?

( they hadn't even apologized, katherine. no no, it's not okay. he starts moving back towards the group of people. )

Hey, hey!

( when he catches up to the group, he grabs the back of one's shirt and yanks him so hard, he hits the ground. oops. )

[manipulative]

[ katherine opens her mouth, ready to tell stefan to leave it alone, but then he's going after the group and yanking one of them back by the shirt, and katherine doesn't particularly feel like telling him to stop.

standing where he had left her, she crosses her arms against her chest and smiles.

she pouts. ] Ow. [ she rubs her shoulder. ] He bumped into me very hard.

( don't open the door )

[rocinantes]

( normally, amos deals with a healthy dose of self loathing on a daily basis but he's felt it seeming...growing inside of him these past few days. thankfully, he doesn't tend to see a lot of people, doesn't tend to deal with them so as things get worse and worse, he locks himself up in his apartment and cuts off contact with everyone.

it comes to a head when he wakes up and there's a tattoo, a new one, on his chest that says MURDERER. he stares at it, stares at himself in the mirror and then he drives his fist through it, breaking it and cutting his fingers.

it's not an untrue statement but he's never had it so blatantly put out there before. goddammit. )

[explosion]

[ you know what a plant-loving space mechanic needs? indoor lights for his plants. wanda's left well enough alone for months now, but given that amos is amos and can't be trusted to water the plants when they need to be watered (and on time, too!), she's decided to help him with that.

she's such a good friend. :)

she buys him a light to sit the plants underneath with a few modifications made by yours truly. ignoring the tattoo on her wrist that's written in another language, she insists on taking his lights to him almost immediately.

she's not avoiding. who's avoiding things? not her.

when she arrives at his door, she knocks an obnoxious rhythm obnoxiously on the door. ]

[rocinantes]

What?

( he has an idea of whose at his door and he's not going to be letting her in if he can help it. )

Who's there?

[explosion]

[ she thinks to inform him it's the muffin man, but something tells her that'd go straight over his spaceman head. ]

Do you always greet your door with such scepticism?

[ wanda realises who she's speaking to and what the obvious answer is: yes, yes he does. ]

[rocinantes]

Yes.

( come on, wanda, did you expect a different answer? )

Yes, I do. You know that.

[explosion]

[ one day, he'll go off-script and surprise her. fortunately, today is not that day.

she knocks again, a rap-tap-tap. ]

I want to see your sceptical face. Open up.