[ She teases, she jokes, she's open about their histories, mutual and separate. She's Katherine: there are no rules, and all's fair in this life. There are no expectations for Damon to reply again about Stefan's sex life, and they both must know that, right?
At first, it's as if he's being lighthearted right back, going along with it. Even the melodramatic inflections and word choices have her smirking. Then, well, his voice drops. There is it. Most of the brightness leaves her face, replaced by disdain, beads gathering up into her hand as she makes a fist. She considers cracking them, but stops the pressure around what's, honestly, a piece of trash. Her chin lifts, head angling slightly down as she loops it around her neck, twice. ] Of course it isn't, Damon.
[ Only then, those words spoken, wearing the stupid beads she actually gave a shit about, does she takes two steps back. Fuck, she needs to find someone else to wrap her attention (maybe herself) around who's 200% less unkind. ]
You know I was just trying to have some fun. When did you stop knowing how to do that? [ Her head shakes in disappointment, lips parted. Was it after Elena finally admitted to being in love with him, too? ] Really? It's a serious question. [ Congratulations, Damon, you managed to crush Katherine Pierce's spirit. Relish in it: she won't be down for long. She never is.
She sighs, forced and more of a huff than anything, trying to regather the constitution that, before his barrage of rejecting words, felt solid, in fully swing. ] But, I guess if we're going to successfully act this part, I guess it'll look more June and Ward Cleaver and less, well, take your pick of any real relationship. Ever. [ Is her TV reference ridiculous enough for you, to match that set of examples from you, Damon? Her eyes dance down. When did she start caring about whether or not Damon actually cares about or wants her, on any level? ] Is that really all you want? Me manipulating everyone around us and never actually asking for even one thing I might actually want from you? [ As if he hasn't already been cold enough, she throws that question out at him. It's not a smart idea, and she knows it, but she doesn't care. She wants him to have to answer.
At least they have the music and general drunken merriment to drown out the volume of their words. Otherwise, this could look an awful lot like a fight. ]
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At first, it's as if he's being lighthearted right back, going along with it. Even the melodramatic inflections and word choices have her smirking. Then, well, his voice drops. There is it. Most of the brightness leaves her face, replaced by disdain, beads gathering up into her hand as she makes a fist. She considers cracking them, but stops the pressure around what's, honestly, a piece of trash. Her chin lifts, head angling slightly down as she loops it around her neck, twice. ] Of course it isn't, Damon.
[ Only then, those words spoken, wearing the stupid beads she actually gave a shit about, does she takes two steps back. Fuck, she needs to find someone else to wrap her attention (maybe herself) around who's 200% less unkind. ]
You know I was just trying to have some fun. When did you stop knowing how to do that? [ Her head shakes in disappointment, lips parted. Was it after Elena finally admitted to being in love with him, too? ] Really? It's a serious question. [ Congratulations, Damon, you managed to crush Katherine Pierce's spirit. Relish in it: she won't be down for long. She never is.
She sighs, forced and more of a huff than anything, trying to regather the constitution that, before his barrage of rejecting words, felt solid, in fully swing. ] But, I guess if we're going to successfully act this part, I guess it'll look more June and Ward Cleaver and less, well, take your pick of any real relationship. Ever. [ Is her TV reference ridiculous enough for you, to match that set of examples from you, Damon? Her eyes dance down. When did she start caring about whether or not Damon actually cares about or wants her, on any level? ] Is that really all you want? Me manipulating everyone around us and never actually asking for even one thing I might actually want from you? [ As if he hasn't already been cold enough, she throws that question out at him. It's not a smart idea, and she knows it, but she doesn't care. She wants him to have to answer.
At least they have the music and general drunken merriment to drown out the volume of their words. Otherwise, this could look an awful lot like a fight. ]