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approx. 33 years old when filming

ETHNICITY: english & egyptian jewish

POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: actors who are minors, smoking, drinking, lightning (could be triggering to those who have epilepsy), distress, kissing, implied toxic relationship, &  flashing gifs (from a camera)

"we need more women with toxic masculinity" may I present you Beth Dutton

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       UGH, NOT THE GIGGLE. That was the worst part. Not the finger, not the hand on her hip or her playful demeanor, not even the two centuries of accumulated audacity compressed into come on, Damon, don't be bitter … but the giggle, small and involuntary and real in a way Katherine rarely allowed herself to be, which made it somehow more infuriating than all the rest of it combined. He let her finish. After all, Damon was a patient man. At least when he wanted to be.

“ Oh my god ”, the words came out slow, like he was arriving at something genuinely revelatory. With his head tilted to the side and his blue eyes wide, he had the look of a man experiencing a private spiritual awakening at someone else's expense. “ You're so right. You're absolutely right. I had no idea? ”, he pressed a hand to his chest, “ Thank you, Katherine Pierce, benefactress of the damned. Someone should build you a statue ”

“ Do you know the one thing we've never done? ”, he let the question sit for a second, pleasant, conversational, like they were discussing dinner reservations, “ We never toasted to it. Properly. All these years and we've just let the anniversary pass without so much as a glass of something decent ” His thumb turned the ring on his finger, once, the way it did when he was thinking about something he had no intention of sharing. “ So, do you want to pick out a fancy bourbon or what? ”

“I’m never opposed to sharing a drink with an old friend.” It leaves her so casually, smoothly. Friend; as if she’s forgotten they were ever something else entirely. Her eyes don’t waver from his as she draws nearer, leaning an arm against his shoulder and resting her chin. “We could steal the most expensive bottles in the country and celebrate long into the night.”

Katherine gives a little twirl, using Damon as her point to push off from. Waves of dark hair fan out around her as she turns, and that laugh returns stronger than before. But she squints as she faces him once more. All lighthearted suspicion (despite the sincerity lurking beneath).