[ thank god he's not still holding that bottle, stefan thinks, but unknown to him, damon already knows. and he'll smell it on his breath, regardless. shit, stefan is in it no matter what. and it's odd, for while he's got well over a century and a half's years behind him, he feels more like the seventeen year old who's about to get scolded by his older brother for being stupid and feels the urge to run in the other direction because of it. he doesn't, though, and instead bites the bullet and moves closer to damon. ]
Che ci fai qui?
[ katherine would be able to hear the most hushed of whispers between them, so italian it is. ]
and everything you love will burn up in the light;
Che ci fai qui?
[ katherine would be able to hear the most hushed of whispers between them, so italian it is. ]
( translation | "what are you doing here?" )