deercountry | ( july catch all )

( 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. )

( 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. )

( 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. )

( 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. )

[ 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. ]

( 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. )

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.

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. )

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. ]

No, I'm fine.

( he's slept on the couch before and he's sure he'll have to sleep on it again. )

Appreciate the concern though.

( he pulls his eyes open and smiles at her before closing them. )

I'm very comfortable.

Hm.

[ she lingers by the frame, cocking her brow in disbelief. it's probably for the best that he stays out here. she can spread out and enjoy the bed without having to worry about his angular face pressing uncomfortably into her shoulder. ]

Okay. Bye.

[ she spins on her (bare) heel and walks into the kitchen.

and is sure to slam the fridge and cupboards as she gets herself a glass of water. ]

( of course she's going to be as loud as she possibly can when he's trying to sleep. he laughs to himself, keeping his eyes closed because he knows what she's doing and he's not going to let her have the satisfaction. )

Goodnight.

( he says it again, pleasantly, just to make sure she knows that he's fine, he is just fine with this. )

[ once katherine has her glass of water (and another), she turns off the light and ventures back into the living room. she places a glass of water on the floor near where stefan can easily swing his hand down and either grasp it or knock it over. whichever. ]

So you don't die of thirst.

[ she's so caring.

looming over him, she sips her glass of water. ]

Thank you.

( stefan opens his eyes again and tries not to laugh because she is really, really lingering down here, isn't she? )

Goodnight again.

( he turns onto his side and closes his eyes, waiting to see what she was going to do next. )

[ katherine continues to loom. she could call it a night and wander back upstairs, but she knows stefan will stay down here and be boring. so, she does what she does best and adds some excitement to things.

placing her glass on the coffee table (his belongs on the floor), she looms over the couch again. holding onto the back, she rests her knee on the cushion and easily lies down on top of him with a grunt.

it's not the most comfortable mattress he's offered, but it's not the worst. ]

God, your shoulder is bony.

You have a huge mattress upstairs and you're going to lay here?

( of course she is. when she'd banished him to the couch, he'd put on a shirt so she was even getting soft cotton to rest on. he shakes his head. )

Why don't I just come back upstairs?

Because that's where I'm sleeping.

[ and he is not. that's the very sharp and clear implication if he was to do his thing and read between the lines.

she intentionally wriggles against him, smiling in the hopes he's a little uncomfortable while also comfortable. ]

I'm just resting right now.

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

Why are you resting on top of me?

( because he was going to try and go to sleep and now he's got a weight on him that's distracting him. )

( 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?

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?

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?

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.

( july catch all )

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

( couch potato )

( a simple walk in the park )

( don't open the door )

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