STEFAN

❝ Why would you do that? You do not look a day older than thirty ❞ But maybe people could get grey hair before they were thirty, what did he know ❝ I guess it does. I have only seen my grandparents with grey hair so I am the wrong person to ask that ❞ He shrugged at what he said next ❝ Uh, no idea. Just that you have no idea what happens next, am I guessing. I can say a lot of random things sometimes ❞

🏺 — “Stefan, please, I have no qualms with you.. not even with your little friends. You’re all so, cute. Insignificant. What are you but another doppelganger plaguing the earth?” Silas shrugged. “Even if you are a reminder of all I’ve won then lost. Kinda stings, y’know?”

Valerie shrugged, but felt herself soften once he took a spot next to her. She missed being able to talk to him and have that friend since her adoptive family had been one of the last people she truly connected with. As soon as he brought up her being halfway around the world she let out a soft laugh. “Actually, I did. I went all over Europe, Asia, Africa, and even Australia too. I came back here hoping I could find some true happiness again.”

🏺 — “As appropriate as your fear is,” the once-immortal said with a chuckle, “I’m the wrong witch you should be watching out for.” The smile he wore was neither warm nor welcoming – his eyes dead behind it. “It’s not like you killed the love of my life.” A pause, as if he were contemplating it. “I could always rip a couple of your teeth out. No one would mistake us then.” 

She wrote down how she hoped being back in this silly town could hopefully help her become a better person. Maybe she wasn’t the murderous monster she’d been before, but she wasn’t exactly much better. As soon as she heard that voice though her eyes darted upward to find it was truly him. She closed the journal before shrugging. “I think some of it’s positive, but most of it’s just sad and kind of, uh, sappy. You’re welcome to sit down next to me though,” she moved over to open up more space. 

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Liam frowned, looking over at the person who was closest to him ❝ Do you know how to convince the bartenders that you are twenty-one? ❞ He asked, letting out a small chuckle ❝ I lost my id and I told the bartender it, but they said that they can’t give me a drink until I show them that I am twenty-one, which sucks because I really need a drink. Life is like a rollercoaster, or like a box of chocolate as they say in Forrest Gump and you never know what you are gonna get, or something like that ❞

@fallenxmartyr || STEFAN

🏺 — “Never gets old, does it?” the progenitor said to his doppelganger. It was a rhetorical question, meant for sarcasm and irony. Irony was that Stefan had worn their shared face for longer than Silas had, in terms of life experience. He had spent more time roaming the earth. “Whatever force brought us back clearly has a sense of humor. Or, it has nothing to do with us. Hell or peace – death is all the same in the end.”

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Valerie had been wandering throughout the town when her eyes fell upon the familiar bench. The fact it still stood there definitely brought a smile to her face. She promptly took a seat before pulling out her little journal. She pulled out the pen next before she began to write. Valerie mostly wrote about how she decided to return to Mystic Falls and what she hoped would come from it. 

“Well you could have fled the moment you came back, this town doesn’t really offer the best of memories.” If it hadn’t been for Hope being here, Klaus would have fled and never looked back. It was suffocating to be in the very town where all his nightmares rooted from, the constant fear that Mikael was among those that have returned. “Elijah shouldn’t have died.” He still hasn’t seen his brother and that was a hard truth to face, “He only did because he didn’t want me to die alone, guess he wanted to keep up on our Always and Forever promise even in the afterlife.” He managed a chuckle at that. Stefan’s statement took his brother off his mind for a few moments as a laugh emits, looking around them before returning his emerald gaze to Stefan, “It may turn out that way, if I still harbor Inadu. But until then I’m walking on eggshells.” That and every corner he turned there was always some curious eyes following him. “It’s good to see you too, old friend.” Klaus’ smile widened a fraction, “Why don’t we get a drink? You can tell me all about whatever peace you found.” He was hoping Stefan at least had that for him.

“Sure except I no longer have the luxury of compelling my way into another life and running away seems about the last option.” Or at least he wanted to face the problems he’d left behind in death, leaving or moving on could happen when all that had been dealt with. “Maybe not but there’s some honor in dying for or with family and if anyone was going to die by your side...well it was definitely going to be him.” Elijah had so consistently stood by his brother irregardless of every bad thing he’d done and maybe it came from knowing the feeling but he could at least respect that. A sigh passed briefly peering elsewhere. “Eggshells is better than doom and destruction. So I think I speak for everyone when I say I’ll take that.” Granted at this point he had a feeling Mikaelson drama was the least of anyone’s issues. “Sure, though I won’t make any promises about being able to drink like I used to.” A half joke of course though it was one of the cons of being human. 

Valerie had heard about what happened to him and to see him walking around again definitely warmed her heart. “I’m glad to see you again, even if it’s at some party for this school,” she held her hand out towards him. She wasn’t sure if a hug would be alright so she went for a possible handshake instead.

“Why would I even?” 

“ As inviting as that invitation is, I have a feeling it’d backfire more on my end than yours given how much of a big deal you are around here.” The blonde’s lips curved into a playful smile, old habits resurfacing as she found herself drawn to Stefan. Katherine had to be cautious though, while in Stella’s body and not blow her cover. “Stefan, isn’t it?” 

❝Weren’t you just..you changed your outfit?❞ She had to say that the other one looked a little odd on Stefan. ❝Glad you changed because the other suit didn’t exactly make you look like as dapper as you do now?❞

“You’re telling me.” the Bennett witch muttered, but it was of no consequence now. She had bigger fish to fry, and more to worry about. Silas served only to cause problems, and leave devastation in his wake. She didn’t need any heartache tonight, and neither did anyone else. “I have to find him.” It was a statement, a blunt one as she scanned around the room again before her eyes settled on the wrong doppelganger. “Don’t move. The last thing I need is for this to turn into hide and go seek with two of you moving around.”

Valerie’s eyes widened a little at the sight of his familiar face. “Stefan?”

Bonnie’s face twisted as her confusion set in. Stefan may have been her least favorite person, but he wasn’t normally an liar. So, unless he’d managed to change his clothes in record time and suffered a huge lapse of memory, something sinister was going on. It left a few option, and since the little she knew about Tom Avery led her to believe that he’d be at a Denny’s stuffing his face with breakfast following his resurrection, and only one other knew her, that gave her her answer as she turned away from him and looked through the crowded room. “Silas.”