𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭 𓆩𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𓆪

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

(I'm imagining Katherine dress, y'all imagine what you please)

Stefan went in Lorelei's room. He had spent one hour waiting for her to wake up. He didn't even realize he missed her jokes, her taunting words, her questionable sense of humor. Once he makes it to her room, he could hear her shower running. His green eyes flicker around the room before slumping down on her bed.

He huffs, looking around and impatiently drumming his fingers on his knees. He didn't know how she spent eighteen years like this, including torture and endless death. Stefan stands up, he didn't know what to do her for Lorelei's birthday. So he decided on some jewelry that he sped off the other night to get once he had ensured she fell asleep.

Stefan didn't know why he got her a gift. They hated each other, well, at least, he hated her...right? He wasn't permitted to get her a gift, he didn't have to but he still wanted to. He knew she'd appreciate it. Although she may joke about it, she would

Lorelei steps out of the bathroom, towel around her body. Her eyes widened at Stefan for a moment before regaining composure. "Woah, at least buy me a drink." She chuckles, walking over to her bag. "Did you come to sing me happy birthday or are you going to torture me endlessly?" She wrinkles her nose for a moment. May ten, how taunting." She rolls her eyes. "Happy death-day to me, I guess."

Stefans eyebrows shoot up. "Your family sent you to a prison world on your birthday?"

"Don't call them my family, they aren't. They're my coven, only my coven, not family." Lorelei said sternly and turns her body to face him while his eyes travel down her legs. "When the masquerade? I'm thinking 8 pm since the stars and night is pretty. I don't know if you noticed but I prefer nighttime."

"I've noticed." Stefan shakes his head and walks closer to her.

Lorelei chuckles. "Should I go for a purple dress? Maybe black. I dunno. Ooh, sweaty palms again." She rubs her hands together.

"You'll look good in anything." The worlds slip out of his mouth while she smiles widely. He sighs. "But, this will make you look better." He pulls out a velvet box that she eyes. "Turn around."

Slowly, Lorelei faces the mirror, watching as Stefan goes behind her, pulling out a necklace and placing it around her neck, finger tips lingering on her skin. She looks in the mirror, taking a moment to gape at the beautiful yet simple necklace, lips parting. Stefan couldn't help but smile at her face.