[ katherine's later than she'd like turning up to stefan's house. after deciding to splurge and get them some pizza from the pizzeria, she'd ended up distracted. she's not exactly a pizza eater, and trying to determine if stefan was a pineapple or no pineapple guy took some time. she doesn't want to fuck something as simple as picking the pizza topping.
she welcomes herself into his house through the front door and carries the pizza boxes to his kitchen. she kind of expected him to be waiting away in his kitchen, but maybe she took so long he decided to read a book. depositing them on his metal table, she removes her jacket and toes off her heels. ] St—
[ why can she hear two heartbeats? she knows the second one isn't hers.
maybe stefan's fine, but… the beating of one heart seems to be quicker than the other.
following the beating cautiously, katherine comes to stand outside of stefan's bedroom with the door uncharacteristically closed. is he planning an impromptu surprise for her? she can't hear or smell anything on the other side of the door that would implicate he's trying to seduce her with rose petals or chocolate or something far more ridiculous than that. it seems… quiet on the other side. maybe tense?
she's applying emotion to a freaking closed door.
reaching for the doorknob, she frowns when she can't push the door open. rattling it again, she does her best not to use her full strength—breaking the doorknob doesn't mean she's kicked that lock back. ]
Stef? [ she twists it again and then lets it go. ] Why's your door locked?
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she welcomes herself into his house through the front door and carries the pizza boxes to his kitchen. she kind of expected him to be waiting away in his kitchen, but maybe she took so long he decided to read a book. depositing them on his metal table, she removes her jacket and toes off her heels. ] St—
[ why can she hear two heartbeats? she knows the second one isn't hers.
maybe stefan's fine, but… the beating of one heart seems to be quicker than the other.
following the beating cautiously, katherine comes to stand outside of stefan's bedroom with the door uncharacteristically closed. is he planning an impromptu surprise for her? she can't hear or smell anything on the other side of the door that would implicate he's trying to seduce her with rose petals or chocolate or something far more ridiculous than that. it seems… quiet on the other side. maybe tense?
she's applying emotion to a freaking closed door.
reaching for the doorknob, she frowns when she can't push the door open. rattling it again, she does her best not to use her full strength—breaking the doorknob doesn't mean she's kicked that lock back. ]
Stef? [ she twists it again and then lets it go. ] Why's your door locked?