❝ She remembered who she was,
and 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 the game. ❞
I’m Katherine Pierce,
I’m a 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑜𝓇. .
Bulgarian temptress.
Psychotic Bitch.
Descriptive | Literate
21+ : Mature, Dark, Trigger Warnings
I’ve arrived . .♛
@SEDULOUSBEAUTY + the unfuriatingly silky, and ever-so charming tone, unperturbed by her playful push. If anything, it only encourages him. "You're special."
"Come on Elena, no use lying about it. We both know I'm modern day—" pause to consider word choice. Close enough. "—Adonis."
Twisting his lower half to give her a nice peek at the way his jeans hug his backside in flattering detail, his trademark smirk in place.
Easier to +
She rolls her eyes yet is unable to hide the smile that so easily finds its way to her lips.
“True. . . aside from the ass part.”
She’d never really looked.
“But those are all superficial. I think your best quality is the way you show up for the people you pretend not to—
@SEDULOUSBEAUTY + high ends betray how seriously he felt about it. Another window into the psyche and damaged soul of the man he once was, before he catches himself (and that glance of hers) to take a cocky step forward with smugness carved into his trademark smirk.
"Besides," he begins in +
@RipperWhisperer + 📱: AND drinks are on you
Little does she know he may mean literally, but there was time enough to argue with her later.
The phone disappears back into his pocket, and he sets to work to beat her to The Grill. He'd need the liquid buffer - psychologically - for what's +
"Only when I want somethin'."
A cheek cracks for a well-worn smirk to affix itself, confidence exuded from every poor before he opens the door and slips out.
Moving to the otherwise of the door to let her out, he waits until she's cleared to close it, compelling the driver +
Are you always this forward?
(I rummage through my bag for the fare as the cab comes to a stop outside my building, handing it to the driver with the anticipation of mister mysterious letting me out onto the sidewalk.)
This is where I exit.
(Points to the door.)
@sanguisfixation + between them.
"You can call me Damon."
All it takes is shocked eyes to look up into his, and she's captured by compulsion.
"You want to show me your apartment," comes the command, impressing his will into this pretty blonde rabbits anxious mind. He knew, deep down, all she+
@TheAllureOfDark "At, at at, not for you."
Swift to cross the room past him, careful not to brush shoulders with the Hybrid, not wanting to set him off and start a world war.
"Looky. No touchy." The artifact winks in the dim lighting, Damon's hand half obsuring the ancient stone carved wand.+