It seems like people don’t really like to rp with my Stefan and I’d just like to know why. What Stefan!mood do you like to rp with? Drunk Stefan, sad Stefan, scared Stefan, ripper Stefan, Silas!Stefan, fun Stefan, so many Stefans yet no one to talk to. I legitimately would like real answers. It would be helpful.
"Stefan Salvatore saving the doppelganger he once swore he hated, wanting nothing more for her to rot in hell?" She retorted. Looking up from the bundle of blankets she was now in, he stood there looking at her, as if he had never seen her in his life. Taking a sip of the brandy, and coughing as it went down her throat. "I can only fight time for so long before time overcomes me. Now lay with me?" She asked, as she tried to put the drink on her night table. Having a difficult time moving from the cocoon she was in.
Stefan scoffed at her backfire. That was the Katherine he once knew. “I’m not denying there isn’t a special spot in hell for you,” the edges of his mouth twitched up in amusement, “but you sure aren’t going to die because you have a gray strand of hair.” He forgot about how sensitive she was to hard liquor until she gasped as the liquid hit her throat. Springing up, Stefan plucked the glass from her fingers and set it upon the table. Her request should have seemed unusual, though in the moment it didn’t. She was a vulnerable and scared girl in need of comfort, even if it was false. Without saying anything, he lifted her head and sat gently onto the couch, resting her curls on his lap. Stroking her hair, he closed his eyes for a minute or two, listening to her heartbeat and shallow breathing. “I like you better mortal. You’re less cruel. More.. human.”
Katherine Pierce + flawless hair
The flashbacks were ruining him. He could practically feel the water filling up his lungs and his voice gargling for air. Everything in his being tried grasping onto life but he felt himself getting heavier with each moment.
Stefan came gasping back to reality, breathing harshly as the memory burned into his mind once again. He couldn’t keep spending his life as he was. Looking down, he realized the wooden stake he had been squeezing cut into his hand. Taking a deep breath, he held the tip to his chest and let it scrape gently over his heart. Maybe he should have written a longer note. Maybe he should have left it where Damon could find it. Filling himself with panic, he grasped the wood in both hands and closed his eyes. His ears registered the footsteps hurrying toward him but he was too tired to care. He needed silence.
"Katherine Pierce succuming to the malicious cutthroat world she once swore she ruled?" Stefan had taken her home after her near brush with death. Unsure of how to handle the situation, she was now bundled in blankets (a humorous sight to the younger Salvatore) with a glass of brandy shoved into her curled hands whether she liked it or not. "That’s not the Katerina Petrova I once knew. You fought for the world, why not hold onto it for as long as you can?"
I see you finally realize a charming face when you see one.
Caroline opened the door and quietly entered Stefan’s room. She hadn’t seen him after Qetsiyah had wiped his memories, so she knew Stefan had no memory of her. “
Hey, Stefan,” she said quietly to gain Stefan’s attention.
Stefan jumped at the sound of his name. Recent events left him high-strung and spooked easily. He scanned the new face for information. Obviously she knew him and, well, there was something friendly about her. She seemed like the type of person he should have been surrounding himself with his past few days. Spending his time with a dangerous, girlfriend-stealing bastard and his own ex-lover who had apparently slept with his brother some convenient minutes after she decided to break up with him had just pushed him deeper into anger and distress. The blonde was a good distraction from them, though not from the burning pit in his stomach he needed to satisfy. “Can we catch up over a bottle of scotch? Damon took me to this place downtown, there’s a pool table and everything.” He smiled weakly at her through sunken eyes. He had yet to meet with restful sleep.
Katherine Pierce in S5"I have enemies everywhere. What happens when word gets out that I am human? I can’t protect myself. I’m weak. And I’m slow."
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Defan Parallel 2x12 - 5x04
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I will never understand how the same people will feel sorry for Damon, but crucify Stefan in these scenes. Get your head out of your own pussy for once and realize that you are slamming (and praising) these characters for the wrong reasons.