unhappy forevers

[heroicstefan]

Elena: I'm trying to keep them alive, Stefan

*ten minutes later*

Elena: I'd rather know I did everything I could than know I sat around and accepted death in a world where witches and vampires exist

* spongebob vo "t e n h o u r s l a t e r" *

Stefan: If you need help, call me

[heroicstefan]

Elena: At least I'm trying

Stefan: You're keeping the pain alive

*five minutes later*

Stefan: I was moving on

Stefan: Weren't you?

[heroicstefan]

Elena: I was disappointed when you left Mystic Falls after I lost my best friend and you lost your brother

Elena: I'd rather have hope than nothing at all

Stefan: I didn't leave, Elena

Stefan: I went searching for a way to get them back

Stefan: There isn't one

Stefan: Whatever you're being told is a lie

[heroicstefan]

Elena: According to me

Elena: And Caroline trusts him enough to go along with it

Elena: This is a good thing, Stefan, stop trying to ruin it

Stefan: I'm not

*2 minutes later*

Stefan: I don't want you to be disappointed

[heroicstefan]

Elena: Like I said, not my forte

Elena: A reliable source

Stefan: According to who?

[heroicstefan]

Elena: I don't have a boyfriend anymore, Stefan

Elena: And they aren't dead. They got pulled into another... dimension or something? Like I said, not great at this, but we have a way to get them back, and I'm taking it

Stefan: Another dimension? Where are you getting this?

[heroicstefan]

Elena: My best friend died and now I have a chance to get her back

Elena: And I'm sure Bonnie will be able to explain it better than I can

Stefan: With your boyfriend

Stefan: Elena

Stefan: They're dead

[heroicstefan]

*3 hours later*

Stefan: Might as well?

Elena: I mean, if we're already there 🤷‍♀️

*7 minutes later*

Stefan: What happened to you? Where is *there*?

[heroicstefan]

Elena: Bonnie would do it if it was the other way around, so it's worth it to me.

Elena: And if we are already doing this, we might as well bring Damon back too.

*five minutes*

Elena: I hope you're okay, Stefan.

*3 hours later*

Stefan: Might as well?

[heroicstefan]

knpierce‌:

@heroicstefan

Whenever she’d found herself in Mystic Falls with no idea how she’d gotten there two years after she’d been taken out by hell fire in 2020, Katherine wasn’t alone. Dozens of others found themselves brought back from the dead, none with any clue how it had happened. They hadn’t been the only ones affected though, even the living found themselves changed, or rather, the undead had. In the same night that they’d come back, vampirism was mysteriously cured, and everyone found themselves in a new world. And while most found in this new world a second chance, and hope for a future, Katherine found herself alone, and struggling to adjust to her new reality. When she’d died she’d been Katherine Pierce, vampire, doppelganger, the survivor, and in her last moments, the queen of hell. Her reputation preceded her everywhere she went, and now, well, now she felt like a shell of her former self as she watched everyone’s lives come back together as hers fell apart. It didn’t wait for her, and life was moving on with or without her, so she had to get with the program, or watch whatever time she had left fly by her. So, after avoiding the issue for the two weeks since her resurrection, she knew she had to go out and try and make a life for herself here, and that had to start with making amends, even if the wounds were still fresh in her mind. After dragging herself from her apartment to find a certain Salvatore, she found herself where he was staying, hesitating before knocking on the door, asking even before it was open “…. Can we talk?”

He heard her voice before he saw her face. It was a voice he knew all too well, from the very woman he just couldn’t quite shake. Not even Hell itself could separate them. Stefan Salvatore is standing in the doorway of his humble apartment, staring down at the Petrova Doppelganger with an unreadable expression, though there was a glimmer of uncertainty (and surprised) behind those hazel eyes. He resorted to an unsure nod, gaze falling to toward their feet when he stepped back to invite her into his home. After waiting for her to take his invitation, he’s closing the door behind them and crossing his arms loosely over his chest. “What about, Katherine?” It was easier to go the route that made him seem suspicious. It was the one reaction that fit their dynamic. 

[heroicstefan]

Elena: So, I don't know if you have the same number, or if you're ignoring me, but I think I found a way to get Bonnie and Damon back.

Elena: I just thought you deserved to know

Stefan: It's not worth it

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knpierce‌:

She was more than prepared to walk right past him and leave the house without a second thought, but then he said something that made her pause yet again. Thirty years. It gave her more questions than answers. When had they been resurrected? Who had brought them back? And if they hadn’t been brought back, where were they? She was still mid thought when he conceded, offering her some of his insight as long as she stayed put. It was tempting, and she didn’t see the harm in staying just a little longer to hear his side of the story. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to use her time wisely though. Without offering him an answer, the doppelganger brushed past him to the closet, opening the door and scrutinizing the contents. While none of the clothes were familiar ( which wasn’t all that surprising ), they were more or less to her taste. She picked out some things, wasting no time in changing, not paying the Salvatore any mind. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it all before. Dressed, she brushed past him again. Though instead of heading for the door, Katherine sat herself on the end of their bed, looking at him expectantly. “Go on.”

He knew she wouldn’t want to pass up his offer. It was either taking him up on his cooperative nature, or out toward the unknown beyond these four walls -- those of which were just as unfamiliar. Hazel eyes followed her every move, paying close and careful attention to the features of her face; searching for any recollection behind her eyes. As she was changing, he respectfully let his gaze drift. Strange how different it felt, her standing in their bedroom closet. Just the night before they were in similar positions, happy and going through their routines. The thought made his heart ache. Turning toward her, he couldn’t help the subtle shrug of his shoulders -- resigned. “Thirty years ago, a lot of people came back from.. wherever we were,” he began, watching her once more for any reaction. “Then we learned we weren’t the only ones. The vampires were given new life too. Even the Mikaelsons were human again.” There was a pause -- uncertain and uncomfortably long -- before he added, “We were given a second chance.” It was a vague statement, with a plethora of meanings tacked onto it. And with the near tender way he spoke it.. he couldn’t know for sure what kind of reaction he would get from Katherine. Preferably nothing cruel or deflecting, but one could only hope when it came to the doppelganger. 

[heroicstefan]

knpierce‌:

"Obviously we were sleeping, Stefan -” but before the doppelganger could finish her tirade she processed the second half of his answer. Their bed. Now that made her pause, and before she was ready to delve into that idea, she was bombarded with another as he offered further insight. She was sure her confusion was plain on her face, and she couldn’t let it dwell there for long. She was Katherine Pierce after all. “ - You killed me, and left your blonde and boring bride behind to take me out. Sorry if I don’t take your word for it when you say that we’re sharing our bed.” Her tone was more relaxed, less accusatory and more unsure. Stepping out of said bed, she stared across at him, prepared to leave and figure everything out for herself until she noticed exactly what she was wearing. “Now, since you’re no help, I’m going to find something to cover up with and find some real answers.”

The air felt thin as he waited for a response. There was no denying that she was taking in the information, processing it, but Stefan hoped and prayed with everything in him that it would stir more than just confusion. He’d hoped that, with whatever forces they were dealing with, it wasn’t going to end up this way. He wasn’t ready to lose his wife. Not like this. They weren’t particularly cold words, as she was stronger than that, but having to hear the darker aspects of their past again was.. not a good feeling. It took them a long time to move past the pain they caused each other, and just like that, they lost it all. “That was over thirty years ago,” he said with a pinch of urgency. A wave of anxiety took him at the thought of her leaving, but he couldn’t just stop her. His approach was subtle, more of a pull toward her than anything, as he’s now at the end of their shared bed. “Stay and I’ll tell you everything I know.” He paused. “And clothes are in the closet.”

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knpierce‌:

Katherine watched his every move, ready to retaliate at a moments notice, but his movements confused her. He stared at her, his expression was unreadable, and then he distanced himself from her and the gears began to turn. She might have even been able to believe for a moment that he didn’t know how they ended up there either, up until he spoke that is. His tone was too soft, too calm. He knew something, and he was just making her more upset. “Don’t patronize me, Stefan, this isn’t a game.” she spat, keeping her eyes glued on the doppelganger. “I’m not asking again, what are we doing here?”

Despite her short patience, she seemed to be a little less frazzled now; more angry than. He couldn’t tell if that was progress, but at least he knew this version of her better. It wasn’t like Katherine Pierce to be out of her element for too long. “I’m not playing,” he made a point to say. Laying it all out early. Of course he paused though. No answer would please her, even if he had tried to lie. What would he even say?  Was there an easy out?  “We were sleeping, Katherine. In our bed.” Stefan paused, sighing curtly. “Something tells me you don’t remember getting into it last night.”

[heroicstefan]

knpierce‌:

@heroicstefan

The last thing Katherine Pierce remembered was flames, and then darkness. With hell destroyed, the other side obliterated, and no chance at finding peace in sight, she’d expected it to be dark forever, that she’d be alone forever, but it’s not, and she finds herself waking up in a bed with silk sheets. She’s staring at the ceiling for a moment, and then back at the sheets as she tries to put it all together. Where she is, how she got there, and all the pieces in between. The doppelganger finally dares to prop herself up on her elbows, and that’s when she notices she isn’t alone at all, and beside her is an all too familiar figure: the last face she’d seen before they’d been engulfed in the flames. Pulling the sheets up to cover herself more, she found her voiced laced with venom and rage filling every inch of her. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

There was nothing unfamiliar with the tone in which she addressed him. He had become quite acquainted with that side of Katherine -- intimately so, one might even say. Even in their happily ever after, this was a version of her that would always be. But the setting was not right. This was not the tone of his loving wife. There was nothing in her words but hate and spite. Propping himself up, and then ultimately removing himself out of the bed altogether, Stefan created some distance between them -- hazel eyes fixed on hers. “What are you doing here?” he instead turned it back on her (though something could be said with how much of a contrast his soft voice was to her viper-strike). He could only imagine what kind of frustration that would promote, but he had to see what answer it would yield.