❝are you sick of my cuddles               already? you know i never                get sick— i’ll be fine.❞

         so maybe this wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had.          katherine pierce wasn’t exactly an unknown name,          & he knew plenty about her; just like any good hunter          would. but there was something about her that made          him want to ignore her reputation, to get to know her          despite the warnings he’d heard for years. maybe that          was part of her allure, part of what made people fall for          her tricks— but he wouldn’t know until he tried. he chuc-          kled a little at that.

                ❝no, i guess you’re not. but it’s never too late                 to get to know people.❞

         he knew that for a while, part of him would still be tense          around her. part of him still wouldn’t trust her, & not just          because of who or what she was. sam’s history wasn’t          exactly in their favor, telling him that she was just going          to use him up & dump him when she was done. still, he          couldn’t seem to stop talking to her.

                     ❝me neither, but hope is the whole point.❞

     she had always been the person       people could blame for the wrong that happened.        most of the time she didn't  really  care  because;        well, katherine pierce didn't care for many people.        also times when it wasn't her  doing, it was like a       bonus. but it was also tiering. always  getting the        blame for something she didn't have a finger in on. 

                 ❝ guess not...but since we're...on the topic...                     how about you? tragic backstory with a                                         even more tragic future? ❞        katherine looked  at him  for  a  second  before  she        reached over and  behind  the  bar  to find the bottle         the bartender had left behind a few moments before.         she poured her glass a little  under half full and then         sat the bottle down. a small grin formed on her lips        before she took a small sip off of her glass; dark hues        wandering over to his bigger frame.

                       ❝ i wouldn't really put much money on hope...                               it's just there for people in a dark place, wanting                               something to go after. ❞