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Another day pretending to be the boring doppelganger, now she had gotten away with it easily. Letting out a frustrated sigh escape her lips as she stood outside her house eyeing a familiar face “Stefan?” whispering the words, looking carefully she knew it wasn’t him.
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“I mean, if it’s a matter of preferences, I prefer black magic.” She tucks a curl of hair behind her ear, “I’ve never had a real need of hurting anyone, or anything “evil“, but I like it. It’s fascinating. I’m good at it.” In a way, this confession is personal, but it’s also just a general fact. Nothing special about it. “Of course, if I tell people that, they start getting ideas, you know?“
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For a moment Hope just stared. She had seen his picture before. Well, not his, but someone who looked exactly like him. She highly doubted this was yet another doppelganger, but stranger things had happened in this town. What she did know was that Stefan was dead, so it wasn’t the same person in the pictures she had seen. Of course, she wasn’t in Mystic Falls at the same time as Silas before, so while she had heard about him, mostly legends, from her uncle Kol, she hadn’t actually seen him. And it didn’t occur to her that the first immortal ever would be lurking around their school. “You look just like him,” she finally said to whoever the hell was walking around with a Salvatore face. “Only in his pictures he looks a bit more friendly than you.” She tilted her head just slightly, like she was trying to figure him out.
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‘ come here. i’ll fix it. ’
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 her to discern the slight annoyance in his tone when he watched her sulk over a broken trinket. It might have seemed ridiculous, but to her, it was one of the few memories she had from their time in Europe. It meant something to her, which was why she seemed so discouraged when the clasp of her bracelet broke and caused the chain of beads to scatter at her feet. Having gathered each and every bead of it again, along with the pieces and charms that had rolled on the ground with it, she sat upon the floor with those pieces laid out ahead of her, trying to put it back together herself. He must have heard her many groans and curses, or could see how distraught she was over it. When he offered to help, she decided not to argue against him. “Fine, but if you mess up my progress, I’m going to turn you into a little toad.” It was clearly a joke, knowing how powerful he was against the tricks of the trade he had taught her. He could sooner turn her into a sheep that followed him around than she could turn him into a frog, or so she believed when she picked herself up from the floor to sit upon the couch. “You don’t remember this, do you? You got me this in the witchy epicenter of Paris. They swore it was enchanted with a protective spell, while you claimed it wasn’t. You had an entire debate with them over it. Told them you knew the difference. It became a whole ordeal before you spelled it yourself for me. It has meaning for me. I just hope it breaking doesn’t mean that hell and high water is waiting for us once we step outside this place.”
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‘ don’t come at me with that weak tea. ’
she looked mildly offended, even though she felt more than she let on. “do you have any idea how much i went through to get it?” she asked; it wasn’t literal tea, of course, and she was honestly surprised that he used that in about the right context. “you asked me to tell you what happened today and i just spilled everything, so excuse me that i’m too boring for you.” she was only partly joking.
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( 𝚜𝚖𝚜 » 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢 ) : sooooooo, remember how i told you i’d try diy-ing a chiton dress for halloween?( 𝚜𝚖𝚜 » 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢 ) : well( 𝚜𝚖𝚜 » 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢 ) : let’s just say i aimed for aphrodite and hit casper the friendly ghost
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OLD AS DIRT THE DRAAAG
Yes, old as dirt. Really, he should be the cover boy for some sort of anti-aging makeup.
