❛ anything can be turned into a weapon. ❜
weapon based sentence prompts // @salvatoraes
"anything," udyati echoes, "and anyone."
this is the closest she's come to telling him about her own past and the time before her enrollment in this academic institution.
she ducks and weaves, twirls around him. doesn't quite touch him, but doesn't allow him to get close, either. it's like a dance to a tune only she hears, with steps only she's familiar with. stefan salvatore will come to know the steps too. that is, if he sticks around long enough to learn.
her bare feet tap out a rhythm on the wooden floor of the gym.
what is it like to walk these hallowed halls when said hallowed halls are named after you? once gone, now returned. a revenant, if one had to put a name to it.
mystic falls has always been a hotbed for supernatural and extraterrestrial activity. so of course he'd be back - of course he'd be brought back.
there are strings tying him to several people. some of them are here in this very building. others are not. bonds like that cannot be broken so easily. (she would know. she does know. though does not elaborate. not really. not quite. not ever.)
and just like udyati kavya rao, stefan salvatore seems to be a walking, talking mosaic. a being made up of all the lives he's touched.
"you know," udyati hums, happy and at ease, "i've been circling around your floppy haired head for ages now. you could have done something - probably should have done something by now like throwing a tripping hex my way. unless... you're a secret mastermind and all of this is part of your ghoulish masterplan to make me lower my guard so you can strike when i least expect it? if so, i'll have you know that it won't work!"
