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KATE ARGENT
independent
selective
written by ash

established august 2011
previously ;
therenewedhuntress
bellechasseresse

revamped [ again ] july 2015

Flooding Memories || Peter & Kate

sasswolf-peter-hale:

“Yeah, well, your niece had no trouble getting it past the whole lot of them.” he replied coldly. He didn’t mean to, but her making it sound like it was impossible to have gone to see him and explain everything really pissed him off. They’d done it several times, surely she knew a way to get through it? “If you really wanted to, you could have come.“ he said, shaking his head and turning to look at her again. “I can say whatever I like in my own house, Kate.” he said. “I know I did my fair share of damage when the coma finally broke to the massive insane rage I felt, but I don’t pretend like I never fought it.“ His eyes scanned her form, emotions still warring in his chest as he looked away from and shook his head slowly. One hand raised to scrub over his face, anything to keep from having to focus on her scent.

He let his body move past her and to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. He couldn’t very well be impolite to a guest, could he? Although he was conflicted on it, he poured the two glasses and offered one out to her. “Yeah, Dirty little secret that we were,” he said with a scoff. “Then how come you don’t remember dying?“ he asked. “I would think that would be pretty major.”

When he brought Allison into it she sighed. What the hell did Allison have to do with anything? She was more trusted than Kate anyways, because Kate had always been known to be a rebel. Therefore she was kept under a more strict watch, especially after the fire because they were afraid she would retaliate. “Don’t tell me what I could and couldn’t have done. I had a hard time even being able to take a shower alone, especially for the first couple years. Besides, I really didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me anyways. So I closed myself up, hardened into the emotionless bitch that everyone knows. You realize that you’re probably the only one that knows the real Kate, right?” she responded, watching him walk into the kitchen.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him pull out some alcohol, kind of shocked he was actually going to give her some. She took the glass and lifted it to her lips, taking a sip. She made a small face as she felt the familiar burn, but it disappeared quickly and she looked to him. “I don’t control my memories, sweetheart. I guess it’s because it’s when I died, I don’t remember anything close to that time really.”