#deceivingfacade

        “ --- don’t let your heart freeze over. “ 

          ❛   so you’re friends with the argents? is that why you’re here, in beacon hills?   ❜   scott asked, trying to feel both ali and the situation out. he didn’t know whether he might be about to have a repeat of his early experiences with allison’s father, but he hoped not.

Damon had been sleep. Dead sleep. It was shocking how good sleep felt when you were human but the cry of little Stefanie in the other room woke him. How was it that a baby could cry so much? “I got it,” he muttered, pushing out of bed. Rubbing his eyes as he moved down the hallway to the baby’s room when he saw a blonde figure in the room. 

        { ♜ } “Contrary to popular belief, decapitation is not that easy.”

a day where she got to be herself was always fun , but also getting to relax in a place completely empty thanks to the bodies at her feet , well . that was just katherine’s preferred cup of tea . sitting back on the couch she danced a wine glass of blood in her hand , sipping at it as she scrolled through her phone . eventually someone would wander by the house and find her . but then they’d just be dessert . hearing the door creak open she laughed to herself . “ 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 . ”

Heels clicked on the marble floors of her home, a small train of her dress following closely behind as it swayed along.  Her posture was high, confident, and a little bit cocky; all at once the clicking stopped, slightly echoing down the hall as she stopped in front of a closed door.  Lightly, Cora cleared her throat as if that was her way of making her presence known.  A fist rose, knocking three times on the door.  “I know you’re in there, love,” she started in lieu of a proper greeting.  “You’ve been cooped up all day.  What’s got you down?”