Wes Dr.Maxfield || Human || Professor || Whitmore college. Microbiologist Professor, if you do not…
Wes Maxfield, professor of the year. Follow and RP with him.
So am i talking to myself, again?
Does anyone want to RP?
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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 smirked after saying that. Looking up at him as it grew. “Did someone miss my sass?” She asked in a teasing manner, shooting him a wink. Before she rolled her eyes playfully. “Hell can’t handle me Stefan.” She told him, the smirk never faltering, until his next statement. “It’s not just a gray hair. I have a couple of months left, i’m going to die either way.” She said, a frown began to form on her lips. As he set the glass down, she let out a sigh of relief, giving him a soft smile. Katherine knew he didn’t want to be here taking care of her, but she appreciated it either way, even if she didn’t admit to it. The soft strokes of his fingers made her body curl against him. Enjoying his touch. A soft humming noise left her throat, as she began to close her eyes. Which immediately snapped open.. “I’m not supposed to be mortal. —- And i’ve tried to be less cruel with you, you just never accepted it Stefan.”
"That is because I am a very stupid man sometimes, love. I am very glad you and I found each other once more." He smiled as she leaned in closer. "We’ll pickle ourselves with Italian wine."
"That you are." She teased, before letting out a soft snicker. "We’ll always find one another." She whispered, though not even bothering to mention that she was dying. Looking up at him with a nod. "Italian wine in Italy, sounds suiting. As long as i get something to eat soon!"
”Amplify? Hell no, you have no idea how was to have Kol taken from, your daughter disappearing from your life would be a baby comparing to that. But hey are you begging me not to do it?”
"Rebekah, you seem to think you’re the only one that feels pain, but having that child ripped from my hands once, was enough to last me ten lifetimes, if she’s ripped from my hands again, i will find a way to kill you. But, no i am not begging you, i am telling you, that if you do it, you will regret it."
;; Human, sometimes he felt like it was overrated. Swinging back the drink he placed his glass on the counter with a slight wince. “Forgot how strong that stuff is.” He said drawing in a breath. “Drinking must kind of suck for you now.”
She watched as the other human took his shot, shocked by how well he had done it. “Yet you took it with ease.” She kidded. Before shaking her head lightly. “Only means i can now get drunk, and have a little fun.”