@waspnest
she’d done a lot of things for the sake of survival ---- shed a lot of skins, wore a lot of names, and burned a whole lot more bridges. harboring the body of a dead girl because hers had no longer proved sustaining? that wasn’t new. ---- only the form. and it had taken some time to find the perfect one. but katerina petrova was nothing if not adaptable. she didn’t mind this body, even if it would take some time getting used to the face in the mirror. five hundred years her reflection never changed until now ------ she might be sad if it hadn’t granted her absolute freedom. for the first time in centuries, she finally shed the lineage of the petrova doppelganger. this face may be foreign for now, but it was her own. no one could take that from her, not klaus, not the salvatores, and certainly not elena gilbert. absently curling a long, mocha brown lock of hair around her finger---- she admired that it was almost an exact match. letting it loose, she brushed her hair over her shoulder and turned to face him. ❛ you’ve been quiet .... ❜ she observes, brown eyes drifting to meet his. her face tilts. ❛ ----- what do you think ? i’m thinking, it’s missing just one thing. ❜ plush lips curled into a devilish smirk.