Not sure if Cassie is still accepting fills, but just in case.
Katherine likes to play games.
She enjoys the give and take and the push and pull, the lovely little feeling that has yet to diminish over time that starts between her toes and spreads to the base of her skull after every single one of her victories. She especially enjoys the feel of her opponent's pulse beneath her lips as her teeth skim their jugular, tongue flicking against the beat of blood under their skin the moment before she pounces like a hunter to their prey, her teeth sinking in with precision and skill at just the right moment, with just the right amount of force.
In the beginning, over a century ago when she was still very much the same person she is now, she loved Stefan and toyed with Damon. The compulsion was a conscious decision, a carefully plotted move. Katherine perpetually wants what she can never have, and she used each boy as a means to completely different ends.
Nothing much has changed, she muses, as she trails the palm of her hand across Damon's tight shoulders, touch lingering a tad bit longer than necessary. She circles around him, her movements slow and precise, quiet. When she's before him her fingers drop to her sides, fisting and uncurling, her thumb drawling across the line in the center of her palm as she does so. Damon doesn't look up, his hands tight around the glass in-between his fingers, feet flat against the floor, shoulders perfectly square. Katherine takes a step closer, weight naturally poised over her left foot and she clicks her tongue around the sound of his name.
"Don't you ever get tired of it?" she asks and here, now, is the first time he dares to note her presence.
They've gotten good at this specific game, this endless cycle of cat and mouse. She lets him have the upper hand here, in his house. Allows him to constantly believe he's one step ahead. It always makes it that more enjoyable when she finally manages to draw the first drop of blood.
"Of what?" He quirks his eyebrow in her direction. "You? Always."
Katherine laughs, low and throaty, fingers reaching out to wipe at the hair covering his forehead. Damon, of course, does not react, barely even looks at her.
"Of always playing second best to your little brother," she singsongs. Her lips curl on cue, her eyes shining playfully.
So this is way, way late, sorry, but I just wanted to say that yep, people are still welcome to post fills; I've been having trouble with my laptop and internet access lately so I haven't really been able to take action with this, I'll probably close it when I can get my own stuff sorted but for now, yeah, go ahead ^^ Annnnd that said, asljdskdhsdskj, wow, I absolutely loved this fill, unf, Katherine and Damon are just so much fun and you write them spectacularly, they both feel so vivid and true to their characters and I love just the little things in your descriptions, you write so beautifully ♥
Katherine likes to play games.
She enjoys the give and take and the push and pull, the lovely little feeling that has yet to diminish over time that starts between her toes and spreads to the base of her skull after every single one of her victories. She especially enjoys the feel of her opponent's pulse beneath her lips as her teeth skim their jugular, tongue flicking against the beat of blood under their skin the moment before she pounces like a hunter to their prey, her teeth sinking in with precision and skill at just the right moment, with just the right amount of force.
In the beginning, over a century ago when she was still very much the same person she is now, she loved Stefan and toyed with Damon. The compulsion was a conscious decision, a carefully plotted move. Katherine perpetually wants what she can never have, and she used each boy as a means to completely different ends.
Nothing much has changed, she muses, as she trails the palm of her hand across Damon's tight shoulders, touch lingering a tad bit longer than necessary. She circles around him, her movements slow and precise, quiet. When she's before him her fingers drop to her sides, fisting and uncurling, her thumb drawling across the line in the center of her palm as she does so. Damon doesn't look up, his hands tight around the glass in-between his fingers, feet flat against the floor, shoulders perfectly square. Katherine takes a step closer, weight naturally poised over her left foot and she clicks her tongue around the sound of his name.
"Don't you ever get tired of it?" she asks and here, now, is the first time he dares to note her presence.
They've gotten good at this specific game, this endless cycle of cat and mouse. She lets him have the upper hand here, in his house. Allows him to constantly believe he's one step ahead. It always makes it that more enjoyable when she finally manages to draw the first drop of blood.
"Of what?" He quirks his eyebrow in her direction. "You? Always."
Katherine laughs, low and throaty, fingers reaching out to wipe at the hair covering his forehead. Damon, of course, does not react, barely even looks at her.
"Of always playing second best to your little brother," she singsongs. Her lips curl on cue, her eyes shining playfully.
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