#malka-lisitsa

" because i'm struggling to remember a time where i ever saw them shut. " piercing blue eyes, eyes that once stared at her with depth and adoration, rolled as his attempt to play off his moment of weakness. katherine was gorgeous and she knew that - why wouldn't he stare? what she wouldn't get was the satisfaction of hearing him say as much out loud ever again.

as far as she was concerned, he wanted nothing more than to never see those lips move again.

damon sighs as he brings his drink up to his own lips, taking a long sip before turning back to her. " don't you have someone else to annoy? you're really taking the happy out of happy hour, miss katherine, " he teased.

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Damon’s brows lifted, his expression sliding into amusement. The kind that said he absolutely should walk away and absolutely had no intention of doing it. “Subtle,” he said, dragging the word out as his eyes swept over her face. “Really. Poetry. Romance. A whole tragic sonnet packed into eight aggressively Katherine Pierce words.”

He took a slow step closer, close enough now that the air between them changed. His gaze dipped to her mouth, lingered there just long enough to make it deliberate, then lifted back to her eyes. "You know, most people work up to that. A little banter. A drink. Some terrible excuse to stand too close.” His smirk sharpened. “But you? Straight to the point. Efficient. Terrifying. Oddly nostalgic.”

Damon tilted his head, studying her like he was deciding whether she was a bad idea or the only interesting thing in the room. The answer, unfortunately, was both.

@malka-lisitsa It's been 84 years...

OUT OF ALL THE QUESTIONS one could possibly ask, questions about his height were a rarity. A fine brow raises, hand pulling back from the top shelf as Matthew looks almost amused, holding the question to give it the weight of importance it so apparently deserved. The book he has pulled from the shelf is gently laid on the desk as his fingers slide against the cover, though his eyes never break contact with Katherine.

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Damon glanced down at the checkerboard between them, then back up at Katherine, a smirk already plastered on his lips. His eyes narrowed with lazy amusement as she dragged one of her pieces across the board and jumped his. “Oh, I remember.” He leaned back in his chair, studying the board with theatrical offense. “I remember the lying. The manipulation. The dramatic entrances. The extremely annoying habit of looking innocent while committing felonies.”

His gaze lifted to hers, darker now, “Apparently checkers didn't make it onto the list of things you do do fair.” Damon reached forward, fingers brushing hers a second too long as he moved one of his pieces into place. Not the best move. Not even close. But it put her hand near his again, which was the point entirely. “You know,” he said, voice dipping lower, “most people just play the game. You treat every little red square like a battlefield.”

Lizzie desperately needed to get out of the house - well, the school. Between teaching and learning she was so drained she needed time for herself. She told everyone that she was taking a four-day weekend starting Thursday night and now it was Friday afternoon. When someone tried to run up to her and ask her for something she ignored them and went right to her car. She wasn't going to deal with it today.

She'd been shopping the last hour or so and the retail therapy was doing its job. She felt a little less stressed as she carried around a couple bags and sipped on some sweet iced coffee. As she walked she spotted a gorgeous woman wearing the cutest dress. She couldn't help herself. She moved in front of her and stopped her. "I love your dress," she said with a smile and a small sip of her coffee, "Where'd you get it? I have to get one too."