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IT IS NOT IN THE STARS TO HOLD OUR DESTINY BUT IN OURSELVES. an independent and selective rp blog for canon and original characters of the tvd / to - universe. written by cathy (21+ - she/her - cet). carrd.

IT IS NOT IN THE STARS TO HOLD OUR DESTINY BUT IN OURSELVES. an independent and selective rp blog for canon and original characters of the tvd / to - universe. written by cathy (21+ - she/her - cet). carrd.

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But he smiled anyways and said ❝london, my second favorite place in the whole world.❞ it was true, he spent many years traveling there for different events to see his end his uncle and his cousins. He enjoyed them and he enjoyed the life of the city.

Frederick almost left. She really did not know who he was? There's a part of him that wants to avoid it at all costs now. Not because he wanted to deceive her, but whether he liked it or not. She wasn't rude or disrespectful, but she spoke to him like he was a real person. And he realized that no one had ever spoken to him like he was a real person. He really liked it. However he was not one for lies or deceit so he simply said 

❝it is a pleasure to meet you miss Pierce, my name is fredrich hollanzer❞ the royal name would not doubt snap whatever illusion he was creating that she could speak to him as if he was normal. Still he was not one for deceitful behavior. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀ "then i can only conclude from your words that london has already had the pleasure of your acquaintance, sir." the faintest trace of a smile appeared. "to call it your second favorite place in the world is no small praise. i confess, this will be my first visit. what ought one expect of it?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀the question was asked with proper restraint, though there was unmistakable interest behind it. after all, she was traveling toward a city she knew only through letters, and the occasional traveler's account.

⠀⠀⠀⠀after the man had introduced himself, another graceful inclination of her head followed. "it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." the last name he gave her was actually not familiar to katherine. she knew nothing about the noble families of this area; she only knew that she was in prussia and that it was ruled by a king. nonetheless, she was aware that he must be a man of standing; considering his clothes.

THEY MADE ME A KILLER !

An Independent, semi- selective, mutually exclusive, canon-diverse & head canon influenced AU Damon Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries. (Canon-based available by request ONLY)

Sophie instantly felt stupid. She just insulted someone who was willing to hire her, without knowing anything about her, and she insulted her by getting her name wrong. She wouldn't be surprised if she just dismissed her ❝of course Miss Pierce, I am so very sorry.❞ 

How was she supposed to tell this woman why araminta had dismissed her? She would have to explain that she was illegitimate, her mother had been a maid, and her father had never married her. He married araminto and she was about 10 and after her father died she made her be a servant in her own home. She had no other way of making money. She had nothing. I'm into keister of stealing, which you didn't like is that Sophie decided not to be her little slave anymore. 

❝the family decided to move, and they decided they did not need me anymore.❞ it was a lie but what could she say? If Ms Pierce started asking around trying to find her employer, she would have he told the lie that Aaron meant decide that she was a thief. And then she would have nothing once again 

⠀⠀⠀⠀"not impossible, of course. there are circumstances under which a household may choose not to retain every member of its staff. relocation can complicate matters considerably." a small pause followed. "still, capable servants are not so easily replaced." whether she believed the explanation or not remained difficult to discern.

⠀⠀⠀⠀at sophie's next question, however, a hint of amusement finally touched her features. "why would i not?" her head tilted slightly. "because you misspoke my name once? that would be a remarkably fragile reason upon which to base one's hiring decisions."

Katherine Pierce.

Katherine Pierce.

a  part  of  stefan  knew  he  might  be  thinking  a  little  too  far  into  the  future  than  he  should  or  that  he  was  allowing  his  feelings  for  katherine  to  cloud  his  better  judgement.  but,  he  had  never  felt  this  way  before,  not  with  anyone,  and  he  didn't  want  to  let  what  his  father  told  him  or  what  anyone  else  would  to  get  in  the  way  of  something  potentially  truly  amazing.  katherine  stole  his  breath  away  and  everything  that  he  was.  she  was  standing  right  here  in  front  of  him  and  he  had  no  intention  of  letting  her  go...  not  if  she  didn't  want  to.  he  kept  a  hold  of  her  hands,  a  shy  smile  brightening  his  lips  and  heating  his  cheeks,  a  rosy  pink  that  glistened  his  eyes,  ❛  it  can  be,  if  we  wanted  it  to  be...  ❜  he  trailed  off,  his  voice  nervous  and  soft,  like  he  didn't  want  to  pressure  her  into  anything,  but  only  wanted  her  to  know  how  far  he  was  willing  to  go  to  be  with  her.  ❛  you're  right.  we're  not  immortal.  forever  is  impossible,  but  the  rest  of  our  forevers  is  enough  for  me  if  it  is  for  you...  ❜  he  told  her.  he  was  like  a  love-sick  puppy  when  it  came  to  katherine,  but  he  wasn't  embarrassed  by  that  at  all.  it  felt  right  to  speak  his  truth  to  her,  even  if  it  was  a  little  far-fetched.  he  just  hoped  she  felt  the  same.

he  noticed  the  smile  he  was  able  to  entice  out  of  her  with  his  confession  and  it  brought  out  his  own,  stretched  from  ear  to  ear  with  his  heart  seemingly  stopped  in  the  process.  he  wished  he  could  freeze  this  moment  in  time,  but  he  couldn't.  her  smile  faded  and  worry  began  to  crawl  into  his  skin.  then  she  continued  to  explain  and  relief  began  to  wash  back  over  him  when  she  informed  him  that  she  had,  in  fact,  felt  the  same  as  he  did,  ❛  then  if  we  feel  the  same  way,  nothing  can  stop  us  from  being  together  as  much  as  we  want,  ❜  he  insisted,  squeezing  her  hands  again.  her  question  threw  him  off  guard,  though.  her?  not  as  good  of  a  person  he  had  always  thought  she  was?  was  there  something  he  didn't  know  about  her,  lies  she  had  told  of  herself  or  was  this  fear  of  letting  their  relationship  blossom  into  what  they  wished  it  could  be?  he  swallowed  thickly,  shaking  his  head  a  bit  in  disagreement,  ❛  you?  i  cannot  imagine  you  being  any  less  good  than  you  are  now.  where  is  this  coming  from?  ❜  he  asked,  chuckling  in  disbelief.  then  he  sees  true  fear  swallowing  her  eyes  and  his  own  eyes  mirror  it.  she  was  serious.  ❛  i  think  i  would,  miss  katherine.  you've  been  nothing,  but  gracious  and  kind  to  me  and  my  brother.  you've  allowed  me  to  love  you.  what  could  be  so  bad  about  that?  ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀her heart ached; if only he knew.

⠀⠀⠀⠀a faint smile touched her lips nonetheless, soft and genuine as she squeezed his hands in return. "you make it sound very easy," she murmured as her gaze lowered briefly to their joined hands before lifting back to his face. "the rest of our forevers."

⠀⠀⠀⠀for a fraction of a second, sadness flickered across her features. subtle enough that it might easily be mistaken for tenderness. she did love him. she lived for a very long time by now and knew that what she had with stefan; what she felt for him, was rare. she didn't want to lose this, didn't want to lose him. she wanted to be honest with him but didn't know how she should tell him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"i think i could live with that." katherine simply stated and she meant it. more than he could possibly know.

⠀⠀⠀⠀because despite everything she was, despite the centuries she carried and the secrets buried beneath her skin, the thought of a future with him was one of the very few things that still felt beautiful. dangerously beautiful.

⠀⠀⠀⠀her thumb brushed softly across his knuckles. "and for the record," she continued quietly, warmth returning to her voice, "i can imagine quite a lot when it comes to you, stefan salvatore." a small laugh escaped her. "perhaps more than i should." her eyes softened, brown eyes full of warmth lingered on him. "if it were you... i think i would be willing to do many things i never thought i would."

⠀⠀⠀⠀the statement sounded exactly as any young woman in love might intend it to sound. only she knew how much truth hid beneath it. for him, she was standing here trying to tell the truth instead of simply lying. her smile remained, but there was something fragile beneath it now because every second this conversation continued made the confession harder.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he looked so happy, so hopeful. she feared watching that expression disappear, feared seeing disgust where affection currently lived, feared becoming a monster in his eyes. despite anything, she also was a selfish being. she did not want to lose him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"i care about you very much," she admitted softly before her voice dropped slightly. "and i hope nothing changes that." the confession escaped before she could stop it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀her gaze searched his face again as he struggled to reconcile her words with the version of her he knew. of course he couldn't imagine it. that was the problem. he saw the version, the girl, she could have been if nothing supernatural would have been involved. stefan saw kindness and grace. a young woman who was in love with him. not the vampire hidden beneath all of it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine swallowed subtly, almost imperceptibly. yet for perhaps the first time that evening, genuine nervousness slipped through the cracks of her composure.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"it has nothing to do with you." her head shook lightly. "or your brother." she was quick to reassure him of that much. "you've done nothing wrong." if anything, he had done everything right which only made this harder.

⠀⠀⠀⠀her eyes lowered briefly before lifting again. "but would it still be that simple?" she asked quietly. "if it were something truly terrible?" another pause as though she were testing every step before taking it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"what if i told you i had done things that were morally wrong? things that cannot simply be excused away." she held his gaze, trying so desperately to bridge the distance between truth and fear.