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i miss katherine von schwarzenegger so much

#i should bring her back but alas... i cba right now x

dsquared2 "skate moss" ice skating boots fw11

#┆જ visuals.#the way she'd wear these into battle to kick men in the face

klaus' eyes narrow at the idea. "why would we be?" she forgets her elevated status just as he forgets that it did not erase her human ideals.

"you are above mortals now." there is a stern note to his voice, though he keeps it low and his face neutral enough while he's leading her through the cobbled streets. "it's time that you start acting like it."

kschwarzschild

katharina nods, understanding him, but knowing he misunderstands her. she isn't asking about a pretty veil and bouquet of flowers. if they are to live together, what will their arrangement be?

she thinks very intently as they zigzag through the city. then, in a dark and narrow corner, she stops and faces him. nothing is said, yet her gaze drops from his eyes to his mouth.

#primordiel

primordied

"i'll buy you a dress." he will buy her a thousand dresses if she will stop her wet-eyed blabbering. he doesn't mention it, lest her tears grow in quantity.

not even a muscle twitches in klaus' hand, rigid as his stare. despite his numerous attempts at grasping human emotion, happiness remains an elusive concept. maybe one day he'll ask the baroness for her own meaning of it, and maybe then he'll understand. for now—

"are you coming or not?"

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her blue eyes get wider and warmer as she looks up at him. finally, he speaks comfort to her. how fine a new dress will be. she wonders what it might look like, forgetting to respond until he prompts her.

"oh, yes," she rushes to reply. katharina smiles, daintily placing her fingertips into his palm. "are we to be married, then?"

#primordiel #katharina please stop

primordied

if they think her dead, driven to the other side of the veil by her anguish over the love squarrel between two brainless meatsuits, then they must be stupid, or self-absorbed, or both. klaus keeps his opinion to himself, thinking it best not to grant these salvatores further importance.

"i should hope so." he almost sounds like he doesn't believe her. the past has a way of scuttling past mortal promises. yet he offers her his hand. "shall we? you need to change your clothes. they reek of lovesick desperation."

kschwarzschild

"i have no other dress," she confesses very quietly, and it suddenly feels real. tears threaten to drip from her still-wet lashes again, as she stands before him on a foreign street, empty-handed.

katharina looks at klaus' upturned palm, and then blinks at him. "are you happy to see me, klaus?" her chin dimples. "you seem unhappy."

#primordiel

primordied

"and then what?" he challenges, his voice whispery but threatening. he does not feel her nails in his skin as anything more than a tickling sensation which he ignores. "you will roam the streets of florence, feeding on vermin and crying yourself to sleep over two little boys?"

klaus clicks his tongue. "no." his face hardens then, and though he does unhand her, he does not step back. "i gave you a gift. i will teach you to appreciate it, or i will kill you."

kschwarzschild

he speaks the truth, yet she scowls at him, annoyed that her long-awaited liberation was, in fact, spied upon. klaus was standing in the shadows all along, watching and waiting to say such things to her.

"i told you," she wisely decides not to call him out. "they shall all think me dead in the morning." her chin goes high in belated agreement. "i am done with the past."

#primordiel

primordied

she has a mouth on her, the baroness. she forgets herself, forgets the power he wields, how easily he could take away that which has freely given. he aims to reminds her by grabbing her throat.

"perhaps you would like to join me in it." the anger in his eyes gives way to madness, albeit temporarily. "after all, this is where you would have been without me. feeding the maggots."

kschwarzschild

katharina's nails cut into his hand instinctively, but she doesn't claw at his skin, nor twist in his grasp.

"unhand me." her voice is not as strained as it could be; she feels klaus' fingers dig into the sides of her neck. "if you wish me to walk all the way back, we too shall fall out." the one-way trip was dull enough.

#primordiel

primordied

something inside klaus stirs excitedly at the prospect of death. he would gladly tear through their throats until their heads are hanging by a thin layer of flesh, but even that image is not enough to minimize his ire at the baroness' newest (impulsive) creations.

"and yet you turned them," he snarls. "both of them. you passed on the gift i gave you to a pair of cockered, flap-mouthed foot-lickers. tell me, would you exalt a rat?"

kschwarzschild

she pushes out as loud and gravelly a huff as she can muster. it hurts somewhat, but yelling in a low voice sounds far more serious.

full of temper and keen to show it, she slaps the tears off her cheeks. "what a fine comparison!" katharina snaps up at him, all teeth and disdain for his scent. "from the man scuttling about in the filth."

#primordiel

primordied

katharina has had her pathetic moments, but the puffy-eyed, snot-nosed dramatics are a bit too dramatic for his taste. but klaus stills as she wraps herself around his middle, his arms hanging in the air. they lower slowly, resting on her shoulders to pull her back so he can look at her.

"collect yourself," klaus warns. he grabs katharina's chin and digs his fingers into the skin. "you would waste your thoughts on two little boys?" he pulls her closer, sniffing the air around her. his lip curls. "and eat scraps. have i taught you nothing?"

kschwarzschild

silent tears run down her powder-white cheeks, wetting klaus' fingers, yet katharina frowns at him. clearly, he doesn't understand all the woe and anguish that has happened this day!

"i wish the pair of them dead!" she snarls, with a heartbroken sort of venom. "as dead as my darling gudren; i couldn't eat her!" not when gudren's remains could pass for her own.

#primordiel #umm shes publicly shouting about eating people

what is kat's favorite era and why

😩 it's difficult to pick faves because katherine hasn't spent all her time in western societies. there are nomadic periods sprinkled in the timeline, involving far-flung places and remote tribes. but for the sake of ease, let's just talk about katherine in the west.

basically, she likes eras that balance slowness and excitement. at her core, she is a country girl, so pastoral settings and values feel most like home to her. but she's also very easily bored and needs fun.

the 18th century offered booze, ballrooms, and flamboyant styling to offset the day-to-day, often rural, simplicity; she liked that. the mid 20th-century also had glitz and glam alongside suburbia. so yeah, those times aligned with her tastes.

she isn't too keen on the 21st century so far because, while she can unplug in the mountains, there's still tech accessible, so others aren't dipping out. she also doesn't like the antisocial, ultra-independent, city-based zeitgeist because everyone's gotten boring.

#primordiel #┆જ headcanons.

@primordiel,

she left for florence on foot, stomping through countryside, fuelled only by fury and this morning's chicken blood. yet she's humbled by the city at night, where drunken men shout and fight on the streets.

when klaus steps in her path like a guardian angel, her bottom lip quivers and tears well in her eyes, spilling out quickly. "oh, klaus!" throwing her arms around his middle, katharina sobs into him and then sniffs hard. she looks directly up at his chin.

"how glad i am to see a familiar face."

#primordiel #someone give this girl a tissue and a slap

primordied

everyone doesn't answer his question. a look of displeasure flashes through klaus' eyes yet he doesn't hold the baroness' secrecy against her. he has offered no openness and should, therefore, not ask for the same.

he can be fair in that, at least.

"not companions?" klaus asks, the words drenched in curiosity. then he smiles, all teeth, making his mouth look like a wolf's maw. "what gives?"

kschwarzschild

she finds herself mirroring his grin, though hers has a kittenish curl to it. katharina tilts her head innocently, thrilled to be pushed into this metaphorical corner.

"companions are paid for their company," she answers, arranging the long braid neatly over her shoulder so he can admire the prettiness of her hair. "friends are true, and i'd make a true friend."

#primordiel #wow i left you hanging for two months

romantic gestures.

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if there's potential. strikethrough if it never applies.

holding hands (in public) [hmm. insert hand grabs where necessary] / buying picking! flowers / cooking / cuddling [not snuggling, but she will hold someone or be held] / writing a poem/song / holding a door open / tying their shoe laces / sharing a drink with two straws / offering them their jacket when it's cold / kissing in the rain / publicly confessing love / long walks on the beach / doing the titanic pose on a boat [the pose would make her giggle] / taking pictures in a photobooth / sharing a taxi / kissing the back of their hand / slow dancing / introducing them to their parents / lighting candles / flower petals on the bed / love letters / stargazing / brushing/doing their hair / picnics / compliments / late night drives / taking selfies together / drawing them / making handmade gifts / massages / paying for dinner/coffee / feeding them / making space in their closet for their partner's clothes / sharing a blanket / couple costumes / tucking a strand of hair behind their ear / moving cities to be together / blowing a kiss [very katcore] / breakfast in bed / defending them in a fight (verbally/physically) [this one is major] / joint bubble baths / telling them "i love you" / wearing their (plural) clothes / granting them the last bite (from a meal)

#┆જ headcanons.#two posts before noon. who am i???

hollowpit-archived-deactivated2

confusion ebbed from his face, replaced by a calm, measured demeanor. it intrigued him, compelling another vampire? such a feat was reserved for the originals, as was the rare ability to possess humans or witches, so both options were off the table — still, he decided he’d humor her. “ if you’re truly katherine, then you ought to know who klaus is. ” he said, a smug smile curving his lips as he clasped his hands behind his back. “ you want me to fetch him for you? ” his tone was light, almost teasing, as he regarded her with an air of playful mockery. “ you’re hardly a vexing sight, love, but you’ll forgive me if i’m just a touch confused.. i was told you’d look – different ”

kschwarzschild

she doesn't enjoy this back and forth; something inside her snaps.

"enough!" that sudden, shrill shout rips all the pleasantries out of the exchange. katherine stares up at this man through her big, wild eyes, studying his face as if to remember it for later. then, pointing a blood-stained finger at him, she returns to the knife's edge of cool, her voice teetering as she says, "you annoy me. you and your stupid charade."

#hollowpit #well. this took a turn 😭😭😭