cover my heart and hit the deck

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

Who: Stefan Salvatore, YOU
What: Kissing! And Stefan going about his day.
When: Anytime Wednesday to Wednesday, pick a time and a place
Where: Anywhere, everywhere
Rating: PG
Note: Action spam and prose welcome!

[ If Stefan isn't at The Pie Hole (where he's baking) he can be caught on his way to and from there, in the library of the castle, in the hallways, stairwells. He even sometimes pensively stands on the roof, just because. Or, sometimes, his door is open. It reminds him of the second time he went to college. He could also be around the kitchen or Death Match. He will not be in the Lux. Other than that, have at it! ]

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[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Del is equally everywhere. They were bound to run into each other, with their wandering tendencies.

It rarely happened quite so literally, though.

Such things can't be helped when she's busy concentrating on the cups and sponges of how to make a ladder out of pine needles. It was important and distracting work, that.]

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ he was heading back into the castle and he had glanced back behind him. he's apologetic as he puts his hands up ]

Sorry about that. [ and then he sees her ] Del.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She pauses, and her head tilts to the side as her gaze manages to wander over to him. He was giving her a look. Had she lost an ear? Her fingers wander up to tug at it lightly.]

We'd look like seals.

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

Just -- didn't mean to run into you. Seals?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A twiddley wave towards him.]

Hello~

[descendent]

[ Elena goes to the Pie Hole because she really wants to see Stefan in action. And have one of his pies. She hasn't been spoiled enough lately with his food, so she plans on taking it any chance she can get.

She's got a big smile on her face when she walks into the building, and leans on the counter as she contemplates what kind of pie she'd like. ]

I hope they're not working you too hard.

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Elena's caught him on the floor as he's bent over and sliding a pie into the glass case. He looks up. What a pleasant surprise. ]

The hours are fair. I get breaks. What they don't tell you is there's a sweatshop back there. [ he smirks. ] Come on.

[ He says, beckoning her to follow him into the back. ]

[descendent]

[ Her eyebrows raise. She's a bit hesitant to go ~behind the scenes~, but she follows him anyway. ] Are you sure I'm allowed back here? I left my V.I.P. pass in our room.

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

If Sam minds then I'll know for next time.

[ look at the inner sanctum! which is basically a kitchen ]

I CAN DO THIS PROSE IF YOU WANNA. It is anyway, fff.

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ So, oddly enough, Lana is actually an old customer of The Pie Hole. Not so much lately given how busy she's been, but the rush of the holidays is the perfect excuse to buy pie because one is not Martha Kent. Really the only reason she remains loyal to it is because Claire used to run the shop. Oh, those were the days.

Stefan isn't exactly someone Lana ever expected to find when she walks up to the counter. She looks so stricken to find him on the other side it almost appears like she might dart the other way like a rabbit.

Having not physically seen him since the assault, it's incredibly unnerving okay. THIS WAS PREVIOUSLY A SAFE ZONE. ]

HEE THIS IS FINE

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Stefan, now manning the register while another worker steps out on their break, looks up. Oh. It's Lana. The last time he'd seen her face to face he'd bitten into her neck or attacked her. The sequence of events blurs but he knows he didn't succeed - in killing her, that is. ]

Lana.

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, she looks incredibly unsure of what to do. But Lana is most definitely not a coward, so she lifts her chin a bit. ]

Well this is a sight I never really thought I'd see.

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

I bake.

[ because that makes everything okay. and it defines... everything. ]

What'll you have, Lana?

[wield.livejournal.com]

Buffy had actually been pretty lucky in regards to the fairies. She'd been outside to go wander around in the foreign white powdery stuff on the ground called "snow," and numerous times in the kitchen without so much as a peck. She was beginning to think maybe people were overreacting to it all.

As she wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge to peer into the vast amount of food that didn't really look any good to her, she turned around and leaned against the fridge and began peering at the cupboards until spotting a somewhat familiar person. It took her a moment, but when his name matched up with the face, she smiled briefly. She hadn't actually seen him since the cruise.

"So... I'm assuming you're not here to eat gratuitous amounts of cookies."

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

Stefan had his hand on a pan. Pancakes were the order of the day, requested by a very indecent Elena (indecent because she had his shirt on, nothing else and had stayed in their room). But, he was a good boyfriend and that meant he had no problem with getting dressed, making pancakes and bringing them to her. When he spotted Buffy, he smiled. He remembered their conversation on the cruise ship and several after. He refused to live his life hiding from these... sugarplum fairies. But, at the moment, he wasn't thinking about them.

"Guilty. After I finish this, I'm wishing up a bag." He looked down, turning the burner to low. "Elena's hungry." He added, "My girlfriend," for good measure not because he was suspicious or wanted her to go away, but because he hadn't talked about her with Buffy that he could remember.

[wield.livejournal.com]

It was still very strange to her; she'd gone so long without seeing him but his voice had become somewhat familiar to her. She walked over to the counter beside him and laughed a little, it all making a little bit more sense.

"Ah, I see. So that means there's still room in my book for a vampire who has a cooking hobby." She glanced over to the batter then the pan, raising her brows. "People must really like pancakes around here."

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

"Why?" he asked, leaning against the counter, the pancakes sizzling. "I don't think I'm the first to choose pancakes -- or to make them here but, do others? A lot?" It was a serious question. He was curious. "And yes, there is plenty of room. I'm a great cook."

Wednesday, library

[demonologist]

[Wes is in the library, looking for any references to Libet when he spies Stefan. He frowns slightly, remembering the other night. Not that it was Stefan's fault, per se, but still. He's not exactly Wes' favourite person right now for multiple reasons. So, he pretends to be absorbed in the book that he has in front of him.]

Wednesday, library

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Stefan returns a book, he's decided not to read and turns his head. He shakes it. Of course. ] Wes. [ He walks over to Wes' table. ]

Wednesday, library

[demonologist]

[You were supposed to walk on by, Stefan. Wes is forced to look up and acknowledge him. His expression is not exactly warm and friendly.]

Stefan.

Wednesday, library

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Stefan knows this, but, he's a good guy, so... ]

You get that I didn't choose to kiss your girlfriend?

Friday; Death Match

[succubitch]

[Considering her last few trips to the Lux (particularly the bender she had taken there the night she found out about her future death) Lilah's been settling on the Death Match lately.

She's currently at the bar, nursing a glass of scotch. When she notices Stefan, she raises her head in acknowledgement. She'd never like him or his brother, but like hell would she let them know how much they had gotten to her.]

Friday; Death Match

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Stefan looks up, the scotch in his glass sitting, untouched. He notices Lilah and nods back. He doesn't exactly know how to approach her, what to do. So, he waits for her to make a move. Because, he doesn't have anything in particular to say to her that she hasn't all ready heard. ]

Re: Friday; Death Match

[succubitch]

[She doesn't say anything, not just yet. Perhaps she's trying to settle on what would be the right biting remark at this moment.]

Friday; Death Match

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Does he have time for her? Not really. And Elena is back in the room. So, he pays his check, stands and goes to walk by her -- because the exit is past her. ]