[ When the tide of memories turn, Katherine will look back on those moments -- coming together in a love, so pure and real, expressed to her under a guise -- with a regret that Damon may never believe is sincere.
She watches as he steps closer, shoulders going straighter, muscles tensing and keeping her eyes locked onto his face when he steps in front of her. It doesn't take memories to feel the power that's drawing them together. Her lips part when his touch falls on her shoulders, instinctively drawing in closer to him, hands finding their way up and over the middle of his back. There's love in this embrace, and she doesn't care to let it fade quickly. Without knowing this man (yet), there's a grounding in his presence, in the way he's pulled her to him.
Mirroring him, she moves back, slowly letting her hands fall away from him, going lax at her sides. Her eyes slide over slightly with the hand on her cheek, fingers going into her hair. She doesn't put any more distance between them than what he encourages.
Listening, her eyes flash with a recognition, a relief that, yes, he knows that full name. So does, did, she. She must have been posing as Elena long enough for someone to believe that's who she really is, and her heart thrums harder when he continues. The love of my life. Any girl would be pleased to hear those words, wouldn't she? Love can hurt but at its core, it's what make life worth living.
Her forehead creases when he goes on. She can absorb the heavy subject matter, but not everyone would be able to, she realizes. A hand lifts to touch lightly near his collarbone when she hears that doubt about the situation at hand in his tone. A freak accident.
She breathes in, long but without much physical rise of her body, when he zeroes in on an easier concept to relate to. Names. If she could catch all of the implications of what he was saying, she may regret not really being this Elena girl -- but as it stands, with Damon saying what he has, she feels far more like Elena than the mere notion of pretending to be her.
Her breath holds at that name, gasp rising and causing her chest to jerk just so. Damon. Salvatore. Yes, she does know him. But then her head shakes, eyes shutting. ] No. Who's Jeremy? I -- I remember your name. But, not...not anything else. [ A long pause, lips open, brows knitting. ] And...Stefan. [ There's no elevation of her tone, only curiosity, looking to him to justify if a Stefan exists. ] Salvatore. [ As if she needed to clarify.
She breathes in again, looking over to the front entrance. ] You...you didn't know I was here? You were surprised to see me. [ Incoming comments made by a newbie who hasn't seen a sign with any rules of Wayward Pines conduct. ] But...you're my... [ she glances down, reaching to gingerly takes his hands in hers, looking them over, seeing the ring, bulky and heirloom-like ] boyfriend? ...Husband? [ Well. She lets her hands part from his. ] How did I get here, wherever here is, Damon? [ The name feels familiar on her tongue, really and truly. ] How did we? [ She pushes in a little closer, swallowing, holding eye contact. Until her jaw tightens just so, eyes shutting as she gives a small grimace, evidently trying to recall more than what she's able. ] I can't...remember...
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She watches as he steps closer, shoulders going straighter, muscles tensing and keeping her eyes locked onto his face when he steps in front of her. It doesn't take memories to feel the power that's drawing them together. Her lips part when his touch falls on her shoulders, instinctively drawing in closer to him, hands finding their way up and over the middle of his back. There's love in this embrace, and she doesn't care to let it fade quickly. Without knowing this man (yet), there's a grounding in his presence, in the way he's pulled her to him.
Mirroring him, she moves back, slowly letting her hands fall away from him, going lax at her sides. Her eyes slide over slightly with the hand on her cheek, fingers going into her hair. She doesn't put any more distance between them than what he encourages.
Listening, her eyes flash with a recognition, a relief that, yes, he knows that full name. So does, did, she. She must have been posing as Elena long enough for someone to believe that's who she really is, and her heart thrums harder when he continues. The love of my life. Any girl would be pleased to hear those words, wouldn't she? Love can hurt but at its core, it's what make life worth living.
Her forehead creases when he goes on. She can absorb the heavy subject matter, but not everyone would be able to, she realizes. A hand lifts to touch lightly near his collarbone when she hears that doubt about the situation at hand in his tone. A freak accident.
She breathes in, long but without much physical rise of her body, when he zeroes in on an easier concept to relate to. Names. If she could catch all of the implications of what he was saying, she may regret not really being this Elena girl -- but as it stands, with Damon saying what he has, she feels far more like Elena than the mere notion of pretending to be her.
Her breath holds at that name, gasp rising and causing her chest to jerk just so. Damon. Salvatore. Yes, she does know him. But then her head shakes, eyes shutting. ] No. Who's Jeremy? I -- I remember your name. But, not...not anything else. [ A long pause, lips open, brows knitting. ] And...Stefan. [ There's no elevation of her tone, only curiosity, looking to him to justify if a Stefan exists. ] Salvatore. [ As if she needed to clarify.
She breathes in again, looking over to the front entrance. ] You...you didn't know I was here? You were surprised to see me. [ Incoming comments made by a newbie who hasn't seen a sign with any rules of Wayward Pines conduct. ] But...you're my... [ she glances down, reaching to gingerly takes his hands in hers, looking them over, seeing the ring, bulky and heirloom-like ] boyfriend? ...Husband? [ Well. She lets her hands part from his. ] How did I get here, wherever here is, Damon? [ The name feels familiar on her tongue, really and truly. ] How did we? [ She pushes in a little closer, swallowing, holding eye contact. Until her jaw tightens just so, eyes shutting as she gives a small grimace, evidently trying to recall more than what she's able. ] I can't...remember...