deercountry | ( CLOSED ) I DON'T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS.

[ katherine narrows her eyes as she reluctantly follows stefan into their backyard. she's rugged up in a thick coat and a blue scarf (stefan's that she brought him so she could wear it) and even though she's crossed her arms against her chest, she still feels a bit of the chill. the snow's come down hard and left a thick blanket around the trench. while katherine enjoys christmas time (secretly, of course), she's not particularly pleased to be outside.

she may be over five hundred years old, but she can still feel the cold.

if stefan feels it, he's not showing it. it's like the cold has made him hyperactive. he hasn't stopped moving since this morning—and if katherine's honest with herself, he'd been restless since last night. ]

You want to make a snow angel.

[ in case it wasn't obvious, her deadpan definitely does suggest she finds this whole situation bizarre. broody mcbrooderson wants to make a snow angel? ]

Yeah?

( is that really a huge surprise? he wants to make a snow angel. he cannot remember if he's ever made a snow angel before. it wasn't exactly something you ran out to do when you were guiseppe salvtore's son.

but now, there's thick snow on the ground and he wants to make a snow angel. )

Come on, it'll be fun. I know you know how to have fun, Katherine.

Yes.

[ she doesn't appear overly confident about that as she looks at him and then the snow and then back at him. she cocks her brow as she regards him for a long second. while stefan does know how to have fun from time to time, he tends to hone in on his broodiness. ]

But it's you who I'm worried about. [ she wrinkles her nose as she teases, ] You're not really one for fun.

That's not true.

( god, you make him sound like such a stick in the mud. he makes a face at her as he bounds outside and into the snow. )

You wouldn't have stuck with me this long if I wasn't fun.

[ he's fun in his own way; although, katherine admitting as much would mean that she would need to confirm that he's fun, and doing so goes against what she wants to convey right now.

she furrows her brows at stefan's obvious excitement. ]

What are you doing?

Why are you questioning everything I do?

( he turns to look at her, putting his hands on his hips and laughing. )

There's nothing wrong with me. I just wanna make a snow angel.

[ she arches her brow, but decides to leave it be. if stefan wants to make a snow angel, then katherine wants him to make one. she approaches him and looks at the ground before gazing up at him quizzically. ]

How?

[ she looks confused. of course, she knows how to make a snow angel, but she doesn't need him to know that. ]

How do you make a snow angel?

( he looks at her like he can't believe she doesn't know. )

Never made one in Bulgaria?

[ yes.

katherine shakes her head. ] No.

[ she looks up at him expectantly, slightly cocking her brow. ] Will you show me?

( he doubts you truly need to know but —

it's not going to hurt him if he has to show her. so, he shrugs and let's himself fall backwards into the snow. it's cold but he'd layered up for this reason. )

Following me so far?

[ katherine does her best not to smile too widely as she watches him drop into the snow. standing over him, she wraps her arms around herself and nods.

but then she stands on the tips of her toes and searches for something in the snow around him. ]

But I can't see the angel.

[ please, stefan. do her this one honour. this is her christmas gift. ]

I'm not done yet.

( this was just the first step, katherine. so impatient. )

Then, we extend our hands and our feet out to the sides like we've been knocked down and flailed our way to the floor.

[ she bites her bottom lip to try and stop herself from smiling or laughing—or perhaps both. it shouldn't surprise her that stefan would so earnestly take to showing her how to do a snow angel. that's him, after all.

and she intends to take advantage of his kindness. ]

Are you going to do that?

Obviously I am.

( and that's exactly what he starts to do, moving his arms and legs up and down to make the impression of angel wings and the gown of an angel.

once that's done, he pushes himself up and takes a look at it. )

See?

[ katherine bursts out laughing. pressing her hand to her mouth, she almost doubles over. she fans her face as she looks at him and shakes her head. ]

I can't believe you did that!

[ honestly, of all the things stefan wouldn't do... she expected making a snow angel so willingly would definitely be on that list. ]

Show me the arm thing again.

What, I had to show you!

( and he doesn't even mind the laughing. he just grins proudly and gestures to his snow angel. )

No no, you have to make one before I show you anything else.

[ she opens her mouth and then promptly closes it, scrunching up her face as she does so. ]

I forgot.

[ she gives him a simple shrug before she laughs loudly. seems like you'll just have to show her again, stef. ]

You're a liar.

( why you always lying, katherine? )

Your memory is better than mine.

Is it?

[ she shakes her head as she scrunches up her nose again. ]

I need to see you do the arm thing again. I only saw it once, and to have a good memory, it's good to see things repeated again and again.

[ and again. and again.

katherine smiles. ]

Nope.

( he sounds very pleased about his decision. he shakes his head. )

Not a chance. You do it and then I'll show you again.

[ glaring at him for a few seconds, katherine huffs and rolls her eyes. turning on the spot, she drops into the snow beside him and lies back. spreading her arms out, she ensures to smack him in the chest. she doesn't begin to sweep them back and forth like wings.

she looks at him. ]

I'm doing it.

[ she knows she's not. ]

You're not.

( stefan crosses his arms and shakes his head. )

That is not doing it.

[ katherine gasps, knowing that she's laying it on a little thick now. she turns her head toward him and furrows her brows as she feigns confusion. ]

But my arms are out? That's what you did, isn't it?

[ she wiggles her fingers but doesn't begin sweeping her arms. ]

No, it's not. You're really pressing your luck, huh?

( stefan laughs though. he knows what she's doing. )

Trying to get me to do it again.

[ katherine purses her lips as she looks at him in confusion. ]

What luck? I'm just asking for you, a very wonderful teacher, to help me learn how to make a snow angel by doing it again. [ she's slow to widen her smile. ] Repetition is the only way I'll learn.

[ she is, after all, old. ]

( CHRISTMAS' BROODIEST ANGEL. )

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