𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖊,

a pile of bubbles, an iridescent mess. well aren't you just all over? you're appealing but you're fragile, one wrong move and you lose all that you are. you were meant to be stepped on, broken, but the joy you bring to onlookers is unmatched. do with that as you will and take very good care of yourself, have a snack.

the witch. people need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. the witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. you point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocence. to be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all- you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. if you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. and i don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. but to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. keep that in mind.

"Boo."

Elena looked busy, so she figured that was the most appropriate way to announce herself. You know, instead of a knock at the door.

Katherine has a bag in her hand, one that looks like it has several individually wrapped gifts in it. The elder doppelganger holds the bag out for it's recipient.

"Happy holidays."

Three gifts (she gives in threes, she doesn't know why.)

Inside is a brand new journal with pages made from recycled paper- something 'green' she figures Elena's the type to appreciate.

A very expensive and very smooth pen for writing, its got a grip thats good for your wrist and avoiding carpel tunnel or something.

And a box of Elena's favourite holiday treat.

ㅤㅤpredictably, she jumped at katherine's sudden appearance, having been entirely focused on her decorating. she at least managed to hold back any sort of embarrassing gasp or shriek, though she did still glower a bit. hopefully learning how to use a door properly would be one of katherine's new years resolutions. old habits die hard, so she had to tamp down an instinctive feeling of suspicion at the sight of katherine handing her something, though the feeling was overtaken by surprise and accompanied by a smile. ❛❛ thank you, ❜❜ she said, accepting the bag. ❛❛ i wasn't sure what to get you that you couldn't buy or compel for yourself, but i went thrift shopping at some antique shops and got you some jewelry i thought you might like. but if not, the receipt's in the bag. ❜❜ she handed said bag over. ❛❛ these are perfect, i'll switch to them right away. definitely the nicest pen i've ever had, ❜❜ she added with a grin, drawing doodles on a nearby napkin to test it out.