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Entry tags:
Power and control
Who: Katherine Pierce, Elena Gilbert, Magnus Bane, and an open starter to come!
Where: Between the sPines, Tequila Mockingbird
When: This month (specify times as we go if desired!)
What: Bonding over book store inventory; mimosa gossip;
Warnings: Currently none, but will update as needed.
A human vulnerability doesn't mean that I am weak
May 11. For Elena. Between the sPines.
[ A small box of books is set down right beside the paperwork Elena seems to be jotting across. Katherine picks up the selection on top, waving a thin book through the air. A picture book. ] Who even reads this? Don't parents tell their kids fairy-tales or sit them in front of Disney movies? [ Horton Hears a Who!, and if it's ever been one they've liked, she sure isn't buying into it. She flips through the pages, peering down over Horton, and the book's antics. A roll of her eyes before she sets it back down. ] There has to be more interesting stuff to look at than books for kids.
You see anything like that yet? [ A beat, not yet making eye contact since -- ] Sis? [ she's digging down into the box, finding some magazines and sighing. ] More importantly, have you seen anything in the back stock of this place that's at all organized? [ Not that she cares, but you've already pulled her into being there, Elena.
Katherine's entrenched in being frustrated over helping with inventory, yet enduring it. For the moment. ]
Yeah, you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art.
May 14. For Magnus. Tequila Mockingbird.
[ Sundays are good for brunch, right? Or, whatever. Who needs a reason to have mimosas? Which is...the extent of what Katherine cares about as far as the actual brunch menu goes. Sitting at an outside patio with Magnus opposite herself, she sips at a full mimosa, humming low in her throat as a couple, a man and woman, walk by, holding hands for a moment before that abruptly ceases, the woman frowning and crossing her arms over her chest as they continue on in silence.
Katherine speaks low, since she has class. ] If they've had sex in the past three months I'd be shocked, and I know for a fact that she wanted to marry his brother instead of him but...settled when Timothy ran off with Cherise. Can you believe there's actually someone from this pitiful town with a name like Cherise? [ She chuckles, takes another sip. Nose wrinkling, she makes a face to Magnus. ] They need better O.J. here. Makes or breaks the mimosa. [ But, at least they have champagne, right?! ]
We give and take a little more, eternal game of tug and war.
TBA.
Where: Between the sPines, Tequila Mockingbird
When: This month (specify times as we go if desired!)
What: Bonding over book store inventory; mimosa gossip;
Warnings: Currently none, but will update as needed.
A human vulnerability doesn't mean that I am weak
May 11. For Elena. Between the sPines.
[ A small box of books is set down right beside the paperwork Elena seems to be jotting across. Katherine picks up the selection on top, waving a thin book through the air. A picture book. ] Who even reads this? Don't parents tell their kids fairy-tales or sit them in front of Disney movies? [ Horton Hears a Who!, and if it's ever been one they've liked, she sure isn't buying into it. She flips through the pages, peering down over Horton, and the book's antics. A roll of her eyes before she sets it back down. ] There has to be more interesting stuff to look at than books for kids.
You see anything like that yet? [ A beat, not yet making eye contact since -- ] Sis? [ she's digging down into the box, finding some magazines and sighing. ] More importantly, have you seen anything in the back stock of this place that's at all organized? [ Not that she cares, but you've already pulled her into being there, Elena.
Katherine's entrenched in being frustrated over helping with inventory, yet enduring it. For the moment. ]
Yeah, you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art.
May 14. For Magnus. Tequila Mockingbird.
[ Sundays are good for brunch, right? Or, whatever. Who needs a reason to have mimosas? Which is...the extent of what Katherine cares about as far as the actual brunch menu goes. Sitting at an outside patio with Magnus opposite herself, she sips at a full mimosa, humming low in her throat as a couple, a man and woman, walk by, holding hands for a moment before that abruptly ceases, the woman frowning and crossing her arms over her chest as they continue on in silence.
Katherine speaks low, since she has class. ] If they've had sex in the past three months I'd be shocked, and I know for a fact that she wanted to marry his brother instead of him but...settled when Timothy ran off with Cherise. Can you believe there's actually someone from this pitiful town with a name like Cherise? [ She chuckles, takes another sip. Nose wrinkling, she makes a face to Magnus. ] They need better O.J. here. Makes or breaks the mimosa. [ But, at least they have champagne, right?! ]
We give and take a little more, eternal game of tug and war.
TBA.
no subject
Perusing the food on the menu, contemplating the merits of hollandaise sauce, his eyes flick up to watch the couple in question. He tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the sound directed at Katherine's comment rather than the fact that she'd made it.] I really cannot imagine a sexless marriage. If I ever come to you claiming I don't want to sleep with Alec, please know that I've been body snatched.
[Biting his lips to hold back laughter, he gently swats her shoulder with one corner of his menu.] I believe the name more than the thought that a small town like this has any gossip worth retelling. Did she really settle for the brother? [Sipping his drink, he tries to imagine doing something like that; then again, he can't imagine getting married to literally anyone but Alec.] Brothers are rarely so similar as to be interchangeable.