( wow this sand is so quick!! )

[prescind]

Who: stefan salvatore (prescind) + amos burton (rocinantes) + katherine pierce (manipulative + wanda maximoff (explosion)
What: event + other shenanigans
When: march
Where: all over the place

Content Warnings: possible nsfw, language, violence

Comments

[manipulative]

Incredibly terrible.

[ katherine grunts and ensures not to tug him too harshly. she doesn't want him to sink when she thinks the quicksand is giving way. ]

If everyone thinks I think you're terrible to look at, well... [ she shrugs innocently. ] Perhaps they'll keep their eyes off you.

[ it's all part of her master plan. ]

[prescind]

How many people are actually looking at me on a daily basis? I think you vastly overestimate how much people want me.

( they said hello to him and that was about it. he's not that attractive and wanted, katherine. )

I think you're just looking for an excuse.

[manipulative]

[ she furrows her brows and regards him like he's grown three very attractive heads. she tugs on his arm a little more. katherine shakes her head. ]

An excuse for what?

[ yes, she wants an excuse to go gouge out people's eyeballs in the name of love. ]

[prescind]

To release some pent up aggression on someone who just happens to look in my direction.

( to gouge someone's eyes out, yes. )

To be possessive.

[manipulative]

Hm.

[ she shrugs a shoulder and grunts as she tries to pull him free of this very stubborn quicksand. ]

You're not turned off by that, are you?

[ she doesn't ask out of genuine curiosity. she knows he likes it. if he doesn't, well... she can always leave him in the quicksand. ]

[prescind]

Do you think I'd still be here if I wasn't?

( of course they're having this conversation right now. he pulls at his foot and finally yanks free, tumbling out of the quicksand and onto the ground. )

Well. That was fun.

[manipulative]

[ katherine stumbles and almost snaps her ankle, but she saves it quickly and with a hard press of her heel into the soft earth. she doesn't release his hand. stefan has proven he cannot be trusted to look where he's stepping. ]

Only one of your pant legs is ruined.

[ she's looking down at his legs. ]

Hop back in with your other one.

[prescind]

You first.

( honestly, he could care less about his pants leg right now. he's just very glad to be out of the quicksand. he puts his hands on his knees and breathes out. )

I just wanna get out of here at this point. I'm done with this jungle stuff.

[manipulative]

You mean you don't want to be Stefan of the Jungle?

[ she blows out a disappointed breath. katherine smiles and glances around, ensuring nothing is thinking this is going to be the prime time to attack two vampires. ]

You'd be hot in just the loincloth.

[prescind]

Shut up.

( stefan rolls his eyes and starts to walk away from the quicksand because they are not going that way. )

I don't own a loincloth and I will not be wearing one anytime soon no matter how you bat your eyes at me.

[manipulative]

Why not?

[ katherine pouts and trudges along behind him. that's such a mean thing to say! ]

Not even for my six hundredth?

[prescind]

It's just gonna get taken off me so why even start with it on?

( he's logical, katherine. see his logic! )

[manipulative]

Because.

[ the logic he proposes has so many holes. so many—and none of them are fun to look at! ]

I want the visual of you in a loincoth before it's taken off. Don't you want me to have that memory, Stefan?

[prescind]

You can have your fantasies because I am not wearing a loincloth for any amount of money in the world.

( it just wasn't going to happen, katherine. he shakes his head. )

I'll wear my shorts or nothing at all. No loincloths.

[manipulative]

[ when they get out of here, she's going to buy him a loincloth. ]

I was going to wear the female outfit equivalent to Tarzan's loincloth, but... [ she sighs dramatically and heavily. ] I suppose not.

[prescind]

Fine, just be naked.

( you're not going to win this one and he is not going to be convinced to wear a loincloth. )

I'm definitely okay with that.

[manipulative]

No.

[ she shakes her head and smiles as she walks behind him, carefully placing her feet on the ground. ]

It's either the Jane look or you get me in a potato sack.

[prescind]

Fine, I like potato sacks.

( he's not calling your bluff, katherine. nope. )

You look attractive in anything.

[manipulative]

[ she rolls her eyes. grateful that she's behind him, she slips her disappointed mask into place and ensures she sounds particularly put out. ]

But you don't seem to think I'd look attractive as Jane.

[ that's so sad. :( ]

[prescind]

I didn't say that. You're assuming.

( that's not nice, katherine. he doesn't appreciate that at all. )

I just said I would like to see you in a potato sack. It's nice on you.

[manipulative]

[ she waves her hand dismissively and takes this as her opportunity to smack his ass lightly. ]

And you will... one day. [ her motto is to never say never, after all. and he can't say she wasn't listening! ] But we're discussing Jane. Don't you want to see that?

[prescind]

I'd prefer you naked.

( he's gonna be a stubborn ass about this, it's true. )

I want to see that.

[manipulative]

[ she rolls her eyes good-naturedly. stubborn ass who got his foot stuck in stubborn quicksand. if katherine said she didn't enjoy it, she'd be lying. ]

Maybe when we get home. If we get home.

[ they'll get home, but sometimes she likes to exist on the pessimistic side just to see his reactions. ]

Are you making sure you're not stepping into any more quicksand?

[prescind]

We're making sure that we both don't step in quicksand.

( he gives her a look and then starts walking, grabbing her hand as he does. )

And stop talking like that. I don't want to live in this jungle for the rest of my eternal life.

[manipulative]

[ oh, he shouldn't have said that. ]

We could get a tree.

[ as she playfully ponders, she purses her lips and squeezes his hand, staying a very close step behind him. katherine is not regretting wearing her heels today; not at all. ]

We could get tree mail. You could swing on vines and carve our initials into every tree trunk you bump into.