#dropsglasses

not even the cold sting of her hands would make kit pull away. they're freezing against his own warm ones, soft against calloused, small against large. eyes remained on the book in his lap, wrapping both of her hands in one of his own to keep them safe and warm. 'allow me to finish this page, and i'll make you some tea,' it wouldn't help with the cold, but it certainly couldn't hurt. @dropsglasses.

⠀⠀⠀⠀katherine's expression barely changed, though there was a subtle shift in her eyes as she regarded the other woman. it was more the look of someone evaluating whether a question deserved an answer. "that's a very interesting accusation coming from someone who admits she's mostly been observing from the sidelines."

⠀⠀⠀⠀her head tilted slightly, brown eyes still set on her opponent. "tell me, velma, in what universe do i owe anyone useful information?" the question was calm and almost conversational. "because last i checked, i'm not a member of your little committee."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"and even if i did decide to stand in the town square and announce every useful thing i know, would anyone actually listen? somehow i doubt it." people have spent a remarkable amount of time convincing themselves that katherine is a liar. it tends to make sharing information rather inefficient. they weren't entirely wrong about it, though, because katherine is selective with truths, and she had her own agenda. something she waited for half a millenium. she won't risk fucking that up.  

⠀⠀⠀⠀then came the question about elena and for a moment, katherine simply stared at her. "seriously?" the word left her with visible disbelief, albeit she had different reasons for her reaction than velma might think. "you actually need me to answer that? elena is human, and she's surrounded by vampires and witches. she has already been in more life-threatening situations than most people experience in ten lifetimes."

bonnie was not expecting the tears that cascade slowly at first and then in a steady stream down cheeks of velma. eyes blink while she runs through in her head what she could do to offer any sort of comfort to the woman. while she has comforted her friends before, bonnie could have never been certain that it did anything for them. but maybe her time of comforting was not what elena or caroline needed, perhaps bonnie just was not able to give them what they needed during their moments of grief and crisises.

so instead of worrying too much, arms hook around velma in a secure manner. head tilted to rest against hers as a firm squeeze is given, palm rubbing idly where bonnie can reach as she just silently offered a shoulder and a warm, caring embrace.

𓂃 ⋆. ✉ INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS, feat. @dropsglasses .ᐟ

“Why not – ?” Exasperated eye roll and sigh were a part of the part Rachel chose to play then and there; brat, drama queen, cookie cutter popular girl who cares about nothing and no one but herself. “I may not have done the right thing – but at least I considered it. If you ask me, that’s progress.”

piper waved hand dismissively toward velma, taking a side step away from the door as she gestured the woman inside of her home. " you know, i do not care how late it is. you are always welcome here. " piper reassured the woman, a hint of a smile being offered despite the worry and concern that were apparent in the creases of forehead and her gaze.

once velma was inside, piper shuts the door firmly, switching the lock over for safety measures and walked toward the main living space. she curled up on the sofa, leaning over to pat the cushion beside her.

" well, come on over and tell me what is going on inside of that big, intelligent brain of yours and maybe we can come up with a solid solution. and i will do my best not panic the entire time. "