Stefan Salvatore

kitty looked up when she heard someone close by. “hi there,” she replied, wiping her forehead on her forearm. “oh. yeah i saw that. guy decided he wasn’t making enough and decided to try raiding the register. maybe he should have been a better mechanic,” she chuckled. “but uh, boss is on a break right now.” 

After years separated from the girl who used to write into diaries about everything and anything, she’s found herself back at it. The familiar task brought her a sense of calm through the chaos of it all. It’s the sound of the timer going off that grabs her attention, allowing herself to shut the diary and move the buckle back into place before stepping in to the kitchen. Stefan stood at the stove, clearly lost in thought at the timer continued to go off. Moving closer and reaching over to shut off the timer, she turned her head and looked at the Salvatore, raising an eyebrow. “Something on your mind?”

he seemed so nice, so unlike any of the stories she had heard along the way. maybe she could have the things she always longed for, of course it wouldn’t be the same as a young girls wish to know her parents but it was still something. the words were on the tip of her tongue, ready to pour out like hot lava. a frown pulled at her lips when he mentioned he died too. “can i ask how? or is that… too invasive?” she asked curiously as they went around the corner and got to the diner he had been talking about.  “my mothers family isn’t too fond of my kind, or rather what i have the potential to become so..that was the end of that.” to put it nicely anyways, another small hint but at this point the hints weren’t doing it for her and the inner child she had was screaming at her to say the words.  after getting settled into a booth, florence looked over the menu but couldn’t quite concentrate. slowly she lowered the menu and looked at him for a moment, a long moment and she took a deep breath – if this didn’t go well? she could high tail it the hell out of new orleans and make a home some place else. “i wasn’t entirely truthful earlier..” she began, swallowing hard as the nerves plagued her now. “about my father.” she explained a little further. “he doesn’t just have your face. he doesn’t know who i am or even that i exist, at least i don’t believe he does. i was born to human parents who weren’t truly my parents, i figured this out when i turned sixteen and started digging – i’m a witch, a siphon witch and i did a blood to blood spell that lead me to a coven in england called geminis where they told me of my true parents, valerie tulle and stefan salvatore.” it was out now, her heart was racing and she couldn’t slow it down no matter how hard she tried, a feeling of hot knots in her stomach as well as she waited for any sort of response. 

🖋️ ― he had plenty of theories already cooking up. psychics were outcasts, as were siphons, and the old as time tale displaced werewolves. the latter didn’t fit as nicely as the former two. fortune did not follow doppelgangers; that much he did know. he didn’t feel a need to ask the fate of her father. he simply assumed the worst, and would work his way up from there. he’s pulled from his thoughts when she frowned, and asked about his death. maybe he was right after all about her father’s untimely demise. had he upset her by mentioning his own?  “no, nothing like that,” he assured her. “just a very long story.” stefan would have been content to leave it at that, and hoped she would too, but struck with inspiration, the story short answer came to him: “it was to save my brother.” 

“Where’s the fun in that? We are celebrating after all.” Damon took a drink. “I’m going to pretend like you were alive and hiding out on a random farm for awhile before making your entrance back into the living. So, welcome back.” It was easier for Damon to put up this front, not to show his emotions about his brother’s return.

Klaus smirked for a moment. “Guess even death can’t keep us down forever, despite what we might think. From what I heard your death was pretty noble as well.”

“They’re dealing with some stuff. Two of their friends had some issues recently. One of them turned off his emotions and the other got attacked in the maze. Then he decided to turn himself into a vampire. Lizzie is blaming herself and Josie is trying to protect everyone. Sound familiar?” she asked, shaking her head. The girls habits when it came to their friends and magic were similar to what they all felt like a lot of the time. “I’ve been trying to distract them both and let them know that the world does not in fact rest on their shoulders. I’m sure they could use a pep talk from Uncle Stefan too. If you want to give it a try,” she suggested. “I know I can… But it’s a little complicated and I don’t know if Damon wants to explain it to you himself. But mostly it’s about Enzo and trying to keep him from turning it all off again or taking out his anger on others.”

“Just a little one,” she teased, smirking a little. She leaned back against the wall of the house, staring out at the area Stefan had settled down in. “Well, if you’re happy, I suppose I can’t argue with that,” Bonnie added. She considered it for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “I’m alright. Part of me is on edge about some stuff, but it’s not for you to be concerned about. I made my bed, so I have to deal with it. Mostly I’m just happy to be around the twins again.”

“Don’t be.” He brushed it off. “For Hope I would do it again. Besides it wasn’t like I didn’t deserve it.” A part of him had felt like his death was long overdue anyway.

“I died, Stefan, in order to save my daughter.” Klaus said simply.

“And a lot of your old friends. And your brother,” she pointed out. “Nothing happened. Well, nothing more than the usual, but I’m not here on supernatural, rising from the dead business. I’m here to check on you, my friend,” Bonnie explained, smiling at him. “So you like the country life? Hard work and open air?” Bonnie asked, looking out at where he was living now.