#justmarried!v

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Countered by eyes brimming with utter blamelessness.

               ❝I’m asking nicely.❞         And Katherine only did that once.

Brows crept downwards, and eyes brimmed with her ingratitude. Bonnie held back a smile,  before playful confusion came along.

"-- I didn't hear please."

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101% -- you /are/ mine. #totes not being possessive aT ALL.

Put a percent in my ask box.

100% Will you be mine? (And onwards-- -)

        “— Got it."

    [ there was rue and amusement lingering her gaze but it didn't blemish her features in pointless puzzlement-- Katherine was her enigma; a bomb that ticked hypnotically in her hands, one that she was beginning to memorise. ]

          "Loud and clear, Katherine. You know I love you too.”

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Her arms were crossed; irritable, as only Katherine Pierce could be on New Year's Eve-- ❝You've got to /stop/ with the party poppers already.❞

        "-- --How about when you stop being such a downer. You realise this is a party— right? That’s supposed to spell f u n .”

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Pfft. Screw logic. ❝Will you bear my children?❞

Send a "Will you bear my children?" to see my muse's reaction.

             The question almost made her flinch. A silent storm was welling in her stomach, but one without violence or strength. It existed only to rain down and form a lump in the back of Bonnie’s throat. 

                                 Yet the witch easily smiled through it, 

                                                “— You know I would.”

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x

Send me an ‘x’ for our muses bumping into each other under a mistletoe

Pressing the likes of a stone bowl upon the table, filled to the brim with snacks that Elena had asked her to place on the table, Bonnie found that as she stepped back she bumped into a person. 

Raising her eyebrows at the vampire, Bonnie offered a small and comforting smile her way, holding back her sigh, “I get it— everyone’s weird about this— about us being here, okay.”

Bonnie’s face shook heavily, catching the gaze of Damon from across the room who was peeking his aquatic orbs over Caroline’s head to stare at the two of them 

Bringing Katherine to Elena’s Christmas party wasn’t exactly the greatest idea, but the young witch just… didn’t care. 

"I have— no regrets,” she said finally, following the other woman’s gaze to the light above them draped in mistletoe. Even though Katherine’s features were adorned with frustration, she could just make out the challenge brimming in her perfect orbs. 

Her own smile curved ruefully, “This is how it’s going to be Katherine,” she murmured with her eyebrows raised, one hand moving to her wait, the other angled under her jaw, “— No regrets.”

Without scanning her orbs over the tense crowd Bonnie simply took a step further and kissed the vampire as though it had been the lazy Saturday night previously when both of them had been glowing after she had lit a fire in the living room just for Katherine.  Tearing her lips from the other hadn’t been easy, but it needed to be done just so Bonnie could peek into the doppelganger’s chocolate brown orbs and nod more determined than she had in a while to say the right three words,

                                              “I love you. 

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§

My muse has just gotten into the bathtub when your muse barges in unannounced. Send me a § for my muse’s reaction.

     The young witch's orbs were covered by heavy lids that had finally gained a moment of peace before the creaking and the cold breeze from the opening bathroom door caught her attention,"--Hey, you're home."A full smile graced her surprised but grateful lips; her day had just gotten better.

        Taunting eyebrows raised as a smirk wasn't far off from Bonnie's visage, "Wanna join?"

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╰☆╮

Send me a ╰☆╮ if your muse thinks my muse is attractive

           "-- Come on-- Is your way of asking for something, Katherine--?"

Face tilted, "If it is..." a small smile crept its way onto her lips, "--keep going?"

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❝I think I'm falling for you.❞

Put ‘I think I’m falling for you’ to see how my muse reacts

The young witch halted her enraged exit from the vampire’s acquired mansion, having been thoroughly hurt and disappointed— [Katherine Pierce would never say the words she wanted her to say— what exactly had she been hoping for?]

But the words flowed gracefully, perfectly from the vampire’s lips as though they were the most obvious thing in the world, a fact to rival sunrise and sunset. 

Bonnie was turning on her heals, then, slowly and profoundly, lips parted in honest surprise. Her heart was beating erratically, features contorting effortlessly as they resembled pain and then desperate gratefulness. She hadn't asked for this-- any of it, after all; Bonnie Bennett had fallen for the vampire who was supposed to be a secret of hers-- but, despite her inner protest-- she was much more.

Bonnie's lips pressed together tightly in awe as her emerald orbs were constantly shielded by her ever-blinking eyelids [was this real?]

When she’d found her feet there was only one use the young witch could put them to; one path she needed to go down. 

Her hands were on Katherine’s waist quickly, no doubt surging within her gaze her she finally brought her lips down onto Katherine’s.

[Bonnie had fallen— but she’d been caught.]