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may old acquaintance be forgot

Who: Damon Salvatore, Peter Parker, Clementine + everyone
Where: a l l o v a h
When: a l l d e c e m b e r & j a n u a r y
Rating: PG-13ish. Maybe R.
Summary: Catch all for all my characters. If you'd like a surprise starter, find me on plurk at varymydays or PM a journal. :)
The Story:

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[clementine holds her breath from where she sits in front of katherine. she doesn't even look at her expression completely as if she's not sure what to expect. she hasn't given a gift in a really long time, and even back then, it was mostly drawings that she'd make for her parents. this is- it's different, and she can feel that, but she does catch the softness in her expression and the smile on her face.

it's enough to let her know that it is important, that it matters.]

You're welcome.

[she relaxes and then smiles softly but genuinely when katherine adds one for her to read too should she ever need it. and she's sure she will because despite how wonderful this place is in comparison to where she's from, her home still follows her. it's still a part of her, and this place has its own events which will shake it all up.]

I will. I think you're doing really good at this friend thing. [for the record.]

[ when katherine laughs, it's not planned. rarely has she laughed over the years, save for when in the company of mason lockwood, who, despite being as dull as any dog, was actually someone with a dry sense of humour she didn't mind at all. it's what clementine says that makes her laugh, and it's not because she finds it particularly funny. it is, in it's own way, but that particular sentiment isn't one katherine pierce ever expected to be on the receiving end of. ]

Sorry. [ she tries to pull the smile from her face, but the amused curve lingers there. despite folding her arms against her chest and trying to press her lips into a line, she still fails in doing so. ] That's just not something anyone would ever attribute to me. I'll have to put that in my jar. Do you carry around pen and paper wherever you go for this?

[clementine lifts an eyebrow at her. her expression is clearly unimpressed. she doesn't know her history, but it doesn't really change how she feels. katherine is her friend so she's come with these gifts, and she's come to tell her so and that's final.]

Well. ...I'm an anyone, and I'm attributing it to you. [so there. then she follows it up with a little smirk as she taps on the top of the jar. it's also what she wrote on that rolled up sheet of paper for katherine to read later since it definitely needs some repetition.]

No, I think you just remember to put it in at the end of the day so try to put it somewhere you'll look before you go to sleep.

[ clementine's wrong about that. ]

[ she's not simply just anyone. though it's nitpicky of her, katherine always views that word to mean someone who's faceless and replaceable, much like the people she's often characterised as using as pawns. mason lockwood had been a warm person, someone who had a sense of humour she appreciated and a roughness she had been attracted to, but ultimately the voices that often try to forge her into the evil shape that's become katherine pierce's reputation amongst some people has left her surmising their relationship to be less than what it was. ]

[ clementine's someone. katherine learned long ago that to be labelled as such is dangerous. ]

[ the appearance of her stubbornness has katherine conceding. she looks to the jar, expression thoughtful, as she tries to ensure she gets this all memorised properly. ] And then I open it and read it when I need it? Or is there an Open Jar Day that I know nothing of yet?

[clementine smiles then when katherine tries hard to remember, to get it right. it means a lot to her that she would.]

I think it's just opening up and reading what's inside when you need to, when you want to.

It's for you so you get to set the rules.

[even if that means it's easier for katherine to have a specific day to do so on. she just wants her to have the jar so she can- so she can remember what she is living for in wonderland, so she can gain hope when it gets very dark, because it does get very dark sometimes.

they both know that very well. she leans forward then, resting her hand against katherine's arm in reassurance, in comfort, in a thanks too... that she took the gift seriously. she didn't have to. god knows neither of them are sentimental, but.]

[ the last time katherine had been sincere, she'd asked jolene for the cure to vampirism with a decision she couldn't quite plan for in depth. allowing elijah in has most likely been the biggest play on herself she's participated in, but it's all she has — that proof of her own sincerity, if there's any left in her at all. ]

[ katherine smiles; it feels a little odd, being sincere or even sentimental. she feels as though a part of her is on display, a portion of katherine pierce that she hides away and lets others believe was never there in the first place. placing her hand on clementine's, she takes in a deep breath, steels herself, and doesn't let those survival instincts of hers kick in as she feels a little out of sorts. ]

Are you hungry? I think the closet can make us a little snack if you are. It's strangely good at giving me the chocolates I want.

What kind of chocolates are your favorite?

[clementine has a renewed interest in food after not having it for as long as she did. there's no scrambling for it in wonderland. it's available in any closet, whatever she could want. she thinks it, and it's there. so she likes to introduce herself to new food too, because when she gets sent back, she won't have that chance anymore.

she smiles too from where she sits, watching her, unaware of any battle that might be going on inside of katherine right now. she admires her so much.

she understands her (or believes she does) and that's important too since clementine doesn't always feel like she fits in with most people.]

[ it's now katherine could show off just how old and cultured she is, but the truth is, she doesn't like any chocolates that originate in france, found only in france. she doesn't like anything that's so rare it'll allow her to embrace her inner pretentious chocolate lover. it may even be a surprise to anyone who knows some semblance of katherine pierce that the only thing she ever likes to "buy" from around the world are the shoes she wears and the bags she occasionally slings over her shoulder. ]

[ once upon a time she had been a simple girl who enjoyed simple things. some things never actually do change over five hundred years. ]

I like the plain kind, especially after you've left it out in the heat for a very long time.. [ she looks to clementine and smiles, rolling her eyes at herself. ] I know, it's boring, but you can never go wrong with the original.

It's not boring. Even if it was, who cares? You like it.

[that's what matters. clementine moves to the closet right along side her. when she first ended up here, she ordered up all the things she could remember that she once liked. they were chicken nuggets and cookies, and she didn't even finish it all, but it made her happy.

the food tasted even better than she remembered.]

Sometimes the really fancy stuff is too fancy anyway. Ends up tasting shitty. Like people eat like snail and stuff when they're really fancy right? [bleh]

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