"I would burn the world to the ground for you and it still wouldn't be enough."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 things you cannot have is what Kalliope knew incredibly well. Spending years trapped within her naturally timid...
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 Chapter Fourteen| Words Left Un-said
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AFTER A TENSION BUILDING STORY, EVERYONE SEEMED TO DISPERSE to different areas of the boarding house. It left Kalliope by herself in Damon's room as she dragged a brush through her long, curly hair. Damon was upset with her secret keeping, that much was obvious by his need to be away from her at the moment. He wasn't angry, more so off put by her aloofness.
It stayed with her, his brush off. Caused her to mull it over as she stared down her features in the mirror. Setting down the brush, she wrapped her hair around her fist and created a low bun at the nape of her neck. Some wild curls slipped out here and there, but it served its purpose.
In a blink, a red ribbon appeared in her hands and she used it as an accent. Tying it around her head until it knotted in a bow on top. With an unsure smile to herself, Kalliope padded out of Damon's bedroom and nearly jumped when she bumped into a hard wall.
Except, the hard wall was Stefan, looking equal parts concerned and sympathetic. Kalliope glanced up into his forest green eyes and almost smiled. However, she saw the thunder clouds roll into his forestry plane. Her shoulders drooped every so slightly. She knew why he was waiting for her.
"There's no need to be worried, Stefan." She whispered in a low tone and by the wrinkle in his brow, Kalliope would say she hit the nail on the head.
Stepping closer, he bowed his head to whisper softly. "When you granted my wish... how does that work. Is it like compulsion? Would it affect how I feel?"
Feeling her smile slip from her face, Kalliope placed a gentle hand on his forearm. "Sometimes, depending on the wish, it can be... but, what I granted had no influence on how you felt, just on what you did with those feelings. You are more direct now, confident."
Staring between her almond eyes, Stefan was a mix of emotions. He just found out his best friend had worked her magic on him like Katherine. A part of him hated that. Then again, if she hadn't, he probably wouldn't be the man he is today. Stefan didn't know where he'd be.
Licking his bottom lip, he took a quick look over his shoulder. Wondering if anyway was listening in. "So... so that means when we - when I -"
"You kissed me because you wanted to," Kalli sent him a reassuring expression, lips pursed at bringing up the past. She remembered that evening clearly. They were at the Founder's Ball. Kalliope with her husband, Damon, of course. Stefan attending with Katherine.
