[ She nearly laughs at that. Good thing she didn't, otherwise a Katherine Pierce giggle would have pierced the air. It does make her smile. ] Are you always this funny? [ Not like she knows the ins and outs of his personality! It seems like a fair question.
She gives another faint nod, all of the nodding, when he answers about the lock. She believes him. Why wouldn't she?
The changing is quick. No time for preoccupation to see if he's watching her, but that he moves and switches position is evident. Looks like she hasn't fallen completely into feeling like Katherine yet, indeed. She moves toward him again when he turns, when she's clothed.
Something she nearly regrets when she sees the boots, making a face of disgust. Careful, Katherine. Elena wouldn't care that much about shoes. When she sees that smirk, it's easy to smile just so. She takes the boots, sitting down too, easy distance between them. Enough so she can lace up those amazing boots, but not far enough away to be apart from him. She wants to stay close.
She sets the boots down, giving them another unsure look, starting to slip them on only when Damon continues. Lips pressing together, she nods. ] You can tell Stefan. I can't even remember [ she pauses, eyes widening ] what he looks like, but I knew the name. And if you trust him, so do I. [ She's confident in that, for some reason. Damon is leaving a good, deep and strong impression! ]
Why can't we go somewhere else? What's stopping us? [ Boots on, she crosses her legs, shifting in a little closer to Damon, pressing that question into him with an intense gaze. She doesn't wonder if they should be talking about this in there or not, rolling with the talking about whatever they want. ]
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She gives another faint nod, all of the nodding, when he answers about the lock. She believes him. Why wouldn't she?
The changing is quick. No time for preoccupation to see if he's watching her, but that he moves and switches position is evident. Looks like she hasn't fallen completely into feeling like Katherine yet, indeed. She moves toward him again when he turns, when she's clothed.
Something she nearly regrets when she sees the boots, making a face of disgust. Careful, Katherine. Elena wouldn't care that much about shoes. When she sees that smirk, it's easy to smile just so. She takes the boots, sitting down too, easy distance between them. Enough so she can lace up those amazing boots, but not far enough away to be apart from him. She wants to stay close.
She sets the boots down, giving them another unsure look, starting to slip them on only when Damon continues. Lips pressing together, she nods. ] You can tell Stefan. I can't even remember [ she pauses, eyes widening ] what he looks like, but I knew the name. And if you trust him, so do I. [ She's confident in that, for some reason. Damon is leaving a good, deep and strong impression! ]
Why can't we go somewhere else? What's stopping us? [ Boots on, she crosses her legs, shifting in a little closer to Damon, pressing that question into him with an intense gaze. She doesn't wonder if they should be talking about this in there or not, rolling with the talking about whatever they want. ]