adrestiacolt
Katherine Pierce had died before. Enough times that she'd stopped bothering to count past the first dozen - a knife in 1492, a stake threatened in every century since, poison, fire, the particular deaths reserved for women who refused to stay buried. She always came back. That was the arrangement she'd made with the universe a long time ago, whether the universe had agreed to it or not: I will not stay gone.
(fem oc x Roronoa Zoro)