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CALLING: KATERINA PETROVA ▓

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[She raises another good question. Certainly, Stefan feels more comfortable with her than he would've ever felt at his upcoming Friendsgiving. With Katherine, there's no acting, there's no self-censoring, and there's no holding back on his thoughts.

(All things he'll later come to regret, but right now, he needs someone who likes him for him.)

His smile turns shy, as if he's seventeen all over again.]

Maybe a little. ["Maybe a lot."] When I do [know when he's still Stefan], I promise - you'll be one of the first to know too.

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[ if katherine knows anything, it's that she'll know when stefan's back to himself. but what he doesn't know is that this is the most comfortable he'll ever be. it's never rested easily with him that he had ever been close to her. it's never sat well with him to know that she'll always be in his life, an itch he'll never be able to scratch. a stefan salvatore who's comfortable around a katherine pierce is a stefan salvatore she knows is long gone, but it doesn't mean she can't enjoy it. ]

[ sometimes she's stupid enough to let her humanity seep in, and hope that he'll wake up one day and feel comfortable around her without a memory wipe. to no longer be the villain in his story would be a gift in itself, but one she knows is as far-fetched as her being given back everything she's ever lost. ]

[ she sits back, hand resting against the blanket. all she does is smile. ] Eat your food, Stefan. Then maybe I'll have something to be thankful for.

[ like his company on a day she otherwise would feel very much alone. ]

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Only if you promise me you'll try a bite.

[His expression is an half-amused, half-exasperated one as he finally digs into his meal. It's a little cold, but it's still as delicious as he remembered from his earlier samplings. Any other day, his attention would've been solely on the meal he prepared, but he can't quite help looking over at Katherine and noting how pretty she looks when she smiles. Then and there, he makes a mental note to learn how he can see it again.

Like the people who bend over backwards for their fellow captives, Katherine is far, far kinder than she seems. She has zero reason. She also has zero incentive, despite his kindness, and yet she indulges his every whim.

That, he's coming to realize, is what he's truly grateful for.]

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[ katherine likes to consider herself to have a very particular appetite. she likes to drink from the vein and occasionally dine out on the good foods she once enjoyed. she stays far away from home-cooked meals and big buffets as they remind her of her mother, but she otherwise gravitates toward finger food. what stefan's brought her sits somewhere in the middle, and though katherine's obviously eaten during her long, long lifetime, she hasn't exactly done so to enjoy herself. it's always been to look the part of the dainty, human girl. ]

[ besides, she tried junk food once. it didn't survive the night. ]

[ picking up her glass, she drains it. she thinks to tell him he should be worried she will bite, but forgoes it. for once, the reminder of her sharpness doesn't fit. instead, she wishes to be soft, much like that girl from 1864. so she decides to go for an exchange, placing her glass on the blanket to free up her hand. she picks something out of the basket, making a show of it, and finds herself holding between her fingers a delicate baked good. ] I promise. [ and she does as she has promised, taking a bite out of it. now there's no excuse for him not to enjoy his food. ]