Pretty eyes, pretty bones, pretty face. A beauty queen born in the wrong century. Cold like the bloods bags he drains in the morning. Apples of her cheeks icy and thin, full boned and high. Her every feature a contrast to the next.
"She is a little explosion of hope"
Beautiful doe eyes with arched brows looming over them like a death sentence. Bird like bones, soft to the touch. Easy to snap and easier to mold. Holding within them 500 years of vampiric strength, muscle memory and knowledge. Gone and yet present.
"Never turns the lights down low"
Katherine's always held herself with quiet intelligence and yet louder charisma. It's in her eyes. Her mind is a diamond. Sharper than the blade she used to use to slice off fingers. A survivors mind.
Her dark brown eyes, a zenith. They always send a message, unintentional or not. Gaze upon him with reverence. Sparks that light like fireworks, during both day and night. Shining brighter than a fire beam, but holding within them an eclipse of the heart and mind. Dark and luminescent.
A pitch black surrounded by a halo of light.
He told her she was an angel once, before he learned to lie - she taught him well - only now he proclaims to hate her. Tries to dampen her glow, in hopes that it will stop pulling him in. Magnetic and old world.
"She can go there if you want to though
There are no markings on her country roads
No signs that show the way back home"
He is bitter that it holds no safety net, only a promise. A promise that he will be held within it for eternity, while she is free to go.
She's a chameleon soul, if he's ever met one. Never tethered to one thing. Untouchable perfection. As a human, Katherine is still larger than life.
Her dark curls fall around her shoulders, shiny and elegant. Never shrouding her visage, only framing her in opulence. Her aura is one of a kind, wether or not her face is.
He has tried to fight it and failed in the past. The tomb taught him an important lesson. One he will not forget, no matter how much effort he puts into trying to.
Her smirks are captivating and she knows it. Warmth confined by an icy exterior. Ice burn to the touch for those like his brother, bluebell flames for him. She's softer around him, sweeter. Smiles more than she should. And yet she treats others with such distaste. He's not okay with it, never will be. Not again.
"To be honest with you, I never know exactly what you're doing, Katherine."
He drags it out. He's hesitant, falters for just a second. His tone warm and joking.
"I forgot, you're a liar now."
She looks at him knowingly. Her head tilts down and to the left. A small enough movement that her hair doesn't move, but his eyes trail her every movement. Lips pursed just so, enough to make him internally honest. She's got those warm cheshire eyes, the ones that slip his soul through his ribcage. He won't share with the class though. He's skeptical, this isn't soft pliable Elena. This is cunning Katherine. He's not Damon, he's not ready to have her drag his heart out his ribcage and hold on to it with her nails. Won't open up if she doesn't first. He remembers her reminding him, that there was so much he didn't know. Being so in love he ignored the warning. Having fallen anyways. He won't fall if she's not there to catch him. He's calculated and calm, the brother who knows who he is without her and refuses to lose himself to her mind games.
"Learned that from me, a shame really. I liked you better when you were truthful."
Her eyes are powerful. In this moment, they are a force to be reckoned with. Her cheeks are slightly lifted upwards along with the corners of her mouth, brows arched just so. Just a Katherine like subjugation with her ghost of a smile.
Something within him tightens, just a fraction. Her expectations coil around his throat, gentle, yet there all the same.
She lets the expression go. Let's the corners of her mouth go downwards and back to their resting place. Allows her brows to go placid and her eyes to loosen the hold she has on him. Acknowledges her part in it all.
Her face is calm.
He appreciates it, she's being honest for once and he knows that's hard for her. Blunt she can do, honest she cannot. She can be all hard lines and rough edges but when it comes to vulnerability she fails. This time she tries and does well.
Red flames lick at his spirit. Enveloping him, so completely, he struggles to care whether or not it's right. His mind clear, as thoughts strike him with energy like lightning bolts. Her intuition has always been electric and when she places her palm on his chest, it restarts a cardiac rhythm long gone. It produces an electrical impulse used to restart the hearts' rhythm after death. He's stuck in a permanent tachycardic state. Adrenaline pumping through his veins bringing him back to life. He's human again, if only for a moment. Human with her. They're both mortal in this moment.
The quickening pitter patter of her heart brings him back to reality. Her beat matches his. Hearts marching to the same rhythm. A vampire and a human, always. The story continues flipped, but it continues. He doesn't think it'll ever come to a halt. He's unsure of wether or not this is a good decision to make, only that it feels good and he's tired of holding back.
Now that he can hear her beating heart, it's worse. He is reminded of her joint heart and mind, deceptive and cruel. It skips a beat or two whenever he enters a room. Keeping him aware of her desire, as well as his own.
"I've frozen over my desires
Covered up in virgin snow"
A cardiac rhythm no different from any other humans, only special because it is hers. It belongs to Katherine Pierce, the same as his own does.
And he knows he can hear hers, but she cannot hear his own. He is linked to her forever. He said he'd love her forever and he meant it. The tables have turned, fates have twisted and paths have been replaced. He thinks it over. She chose not to come back and only did when he began to move on. To sacrifice the one he finally moved on with after a century and a half in cold blood.
"But when I stand beside her
She burns, yeah, she burns
Like petrol soaked paper and fireworks
And I'm burning, I'm burning"
And yet, he knows her feelings are true. How could he deny the proof? They shift like the tides and catch innocents under their waves. He shouldn't care, he knows her priorities change every time. This is cruel and unusual punishment, the best kind for someone like him. He can match her darkness and he knows it. Unlike Damon, they have both always lead with a twisting mind and a caged heart. Always seeing the possibilities for what they are, always numbing themselves. Their stars shine brightest under darkness.
"Keeps me warm right to my very soul
We get so tangled up, it's hard to know
What is hers and what my own"