( january catch all )

[prescind]

Who: stefan salvatore (prescind) + katherine pierce (manipulative) + amos burton (rocinantes) + wanda maximoff (explosion)
What: new year's things, event things
When: january
Where: all around

Content Warnings: probably some language to start.

Comments

[manipulative]

Are you trying to imply something, Stefan?

[ her legs are as smooth as butter at all times! even if this sickness lasts for longer than the next handful of hours, she'll keep her eyebrows plucked and her legs as smooth as anything he's ever felt in his life.

but she smiles. she has a much better proposal that sees them both getting what they want. ]

Maybe you should wax them for me.

[prescind]

You want me to wax your legs?

( he's gonna ignore the first question. )

I don't know if I'd be good at that.

[manipulative]

[ she rolls her eyes. ] You can't exactly ruin legs.

[ except, on second thought, perhaps he could if he ripped too hard with his strength? then again, katherine suspects she's made of stronger stuff. ]

You put wax down, the strip, and pull. Your brother could master it.

[ and we know how dumb damon is. ]

[prescind]

Oh, low blow, bringing my brother into it.

( but that also begs a question — )

Are you saying that he waxed your legs for you or that he waxed his own?

[manipulative]

[ she scoffs and pulls a disgusted face. ]

He wishes.

[ no, literally; he did. ]

If waxing legs was a thing back in 1864, I'm sure he'd have begged me to let him do it.

[prescind]

Don't put that image into my head.

( he doesn't want to think about it, katherine. )

I'm gonna mention that to him whenever I see him next though.

[manipulative]

[ she laughs. although she's not quite feeling like herself, she can appreciate something funny—and stefan informing damon that he had once been desperate to wax her legs (and do anything she wanted, really) is pure comedy gold. ]

Damon would enjoy that. [ with an overemphasising of her eyebrows, she mocks damon with a deep voice: ] I would never do that, Stefan. Katherine's a bitch from hell.

[ she thinks that was pretty good. ]

[prescind]

Not bad.

( probably needs a little more sass and smugness but otherwise? not bad.

he laughs and shakes his head. )

You been working on your Damon impression?

[manipulative]

[ she shrugs. ] Only when I need a pick-me-up. [ which, of course, isn't often. she's katherine; she's fabulous. ]

Besides, it's not like he's not particularly difficult to imitate. He's very shallow when you think about it.

[ you know what? this is making her feel better. ]

[prescind]

Yeah.

( stefan doesn't disagree. that's his brother but damon's kind of...himself in all aspects of the word. )

I'm sure wherever he is, his ears are on fire right now.

[manipulative]

[ touching her ears, katherine scrunches her nose in a look of worry. ]

I think mine are, too.

[ furrowing her brows, she peers at stefan and grabs his hand quickly. ]

Feel them. I think they're on fire.

[ her ears are fine. her status as a hypochondriac is not. ]

[prescind]

Your ears aren't on fire, Katherine.

( she's definitely running a fever but her ears are okay. he laughs quietly and slides his fingers through her hair. )

You're okay.

[manipulative]

Are you sure?

[ she narrows her eyes at him as she watches him closely. his fingers in her hair feels very, very nice, and he should keep them there unless he wishes to lose them. ]

You barely felt them.

[prescind]

I don't need to feel them.

( what he wants to do is what he's doing, sliding his fingers through her hair and trying to comfort her. )

I know you have a fever. It sucks. It makes you feel terrible.

[manipulative]

[ katherine inhales to inform him that he does need to touch her ears, he does, but his insistence on keeping his fingers through her hair quells that. she doesn't close her eyes despite wanting to, although she does touch the shell of her ear briefly to confirm that they are not on fire yet. ]

It's worse than being bitten by a dog.

[ she purses her lips. that doesn't feel right. being bitten by klaus had been absolutely terrible, even if it had lasted for only a minute and a half. her entire being had felt aflame in that short time. ]

Okay, maybe it's a little better. But I still don't like it!

[prescind]

It won't last. Nothing here ever does.

( he's pretty sure that she's told him similar things when he'd been on the receiving end of crap like this.

he brushes his fingers against her too warm skin and smiles at her. )

Just relax.

[manipulative]

But my ears!

[ katherine whines low in her throat, but the sound doesn't last long before she's laughing. ]

This is ridiculous! I'm over five hundred years old and I'm dead and somehow I'm sick. [ she shakes her head incredulously, still laughing. ] I've done so much in that time, and yet, I can't handle a fever. How silly is that?

[prescind]

You're handling it, Katherine, you're handling it just fine.

( she hasn't gotten to the full on whining stage of things, after all. he smiles down at her, amused. )

Are you cold or anything? I can get you a blanket. Fevers can do that to people.

[manipulative]

[ she takes a moment to consider. does she want stefan to go get her one of the soft blankets? of course. but does she want stefan to leave? no. ]

Do you think you can get it without leaving the bed?

[ she narrows her eyes thoughtfully at him as she considers the question as though it's possible. it's not. but she hopes he chuckles. ]

[prescind]

Uh, probably not.

( considering the blankets were in the closet and that was across the room. )

Does that mean you don't want me to get them?

[manipulative]

[ quietly, ] No.

[ while katherine's come to know that being vulnerable with stefan is safe, that doesn't mean she's come to wear her heart on her sleeve. she shifts against him before she stills. ]

I don't want you to get up and leave me for a blanket. [ it sounds so pathetic, but she imagines he'll like that. stefan likes the pathetic romance sometimes. ] I think you can keep me warm instead.

[prescind]

I can. Shove over.

( give him some room, katherine, and he will cuddle you to keep you warm. )

Come on, I've been waiting for you to ask.

[manipulative]

[ she mumbles, but smiles, ] Ugh. Asking a sick person to move over.

[ katherine does as he asks, but makes a point to rest her hands against his chest and use him to push her over and more into his side of the bed. once she's satisfied, she stops. ]

[prescind]

Do you want cuddles or do you not want cuddles?

( he moves tp slide in beside her, getting comfortable and then beckoning her closer to him so she can share body heat. )

Come on, relax.

[manipulative]

[ of course, she wanted cuddles! who did he think she was? katherine's glad that he doesn't discourage it, making room for her to slide over and rest her head heavily against his chest. she's sick; she has every right to act like she's made of heavy stuff.

quietly, ] I'm relaxed now.

[ she presses her cheek heavily into his chest and rests her hand against him. ]

You know what would make me feel even better?