Stefan Salvatore

I think I still need to be drunk to understand this story. The Vampire Diaries | RP21+ | Ripper | Hero hair | Problem Drinker | Journal Keeper | Dark/mature themes | SLs/banter

-- Drops my gaze to her feet before bringing it back up to meet her eyes. "Just in cheaper shoes."

-- game. Releases a low laugh. Speaking once my laughter subsides. "New you?" Brows raise in disbelief. "I'm not so sure about that. You still seem to be pretty obsessed with remaining in my company. Compairing yourself to Elena, still. You're the same as before." --

-- rash. Annoying and inconvenient. Or an ant at a picnic, seeking scraps of a meal. You're there, but you fail to spoil the day." Staying completely still while she decided to circle around me, if the move was meant to be threatening then she really needed to up her --

A slow smirk pulled at one corner of my lips. "That's the thing you don't seem to be understanding here, Katherine." Eases my hands into my pockets, the picture of nonchalance. "I don't pity you. I don't have any sort of feelings for you, not anymore. You're more like a --

-- back in my chair, watching her for a moment before adding with a teasing smile. "Although, if the food turns out to be terrible, I promise to take full responsibility, before we try whatever it is exactly that you had in mind.”

-- "Well, it's not exactly a five-star establishment, but I've certainly eaten in worse places.” A faint smirk crossed my face as I set the menu down. "Besides, I figured it was worth a shot. Can't spend the entire evening wandering around Manhattan, can we?" I leaned --

-- polite smile. "Table for two, please." We were led to a small table near the window. I pulled out the chair for Rebekah before taking the seat opposite her, shrugging off my jacket. I picked up the menu, briefly scanning the options before looking across at her. --

-- door, stepping aside to let her enter first before following her inside. The restaurant was fairly cosy, with dim lighting, dark wooden tables and soft music playing in the background. Nothing particularly fancy, but it would do. A waiter approached, and I gave him a --

We'd been walking for a while when I'd spotted a restaurant with a few empty tables and decided it looked decent enough. I stopped outside, looking through the window before turning towards her. "How about this place? Looks nice enough, and I'm starving." I opened the --

-- actually feel sorry for you.”

-- concerned we were united, with Katherine there had been nothing but discourse. Eyes regarded Katherine with care, coming to a simple conclusion. “You're bored and alone. So you've chosen Mystic Falls as your place of entertainment. If it wasn't so tragic, I might --

Katherine held such a low opinion of Elena. A girl whose life mirrored her own in many ways. “Why do you care who I choose to protect?” Katherine wreaked of jealousy, Elena had Damon and me at her side, willingly, a claim Katherine could never make. Where Elena was --

-- simply looking forward to seeing where things might go between us.

-- across my features. "And for the record, I'm rather enjoying having you around, Rebekah." I stepped back to give her room, though my attention remained fixed on her. For once, I wasn't thinking about the past, my guilt, or the endless list of people I'd hurt. I was --

-- offered her a small smile, holding out my hand. "Well, here we are. New York. I thought we could start with dinner, perhaps a drink afterwards. Unless you've got somewhere more interesting in mind." My gaze softened as I looked at her, a hint of amusement playing --

-- at the towering buildings surrounding us. New York. A city full of distractions, endless possibilities, and, perhaps, a chance at something neither of us had particularly expected. Climbing out of the car I made my way around to the passenger side, opening her door. I --

The remainder of the journey passed by with idle conversation, the music played on the radio and a comfortable silence only achievable when two people knew each other well. I pulled my car to a stop along a busy Manhattan street, the engine falling silent as I glanced out --

-- “No witches trying to kill us, no brother of mine causing trouble, and absolutely no one demanding that I save the day for once. Just you and me and endless possibilities.” My thumb lightly brushes along her knuckles.

-- distance. I needed this. A few days away from Mystic Falls, away from the endless supernatural drama and everyone else's problems. Just me and Rebekah. I glanced at her, a small smile spreading across my face as I lifted her hand to press another kiss to her knuckles. --