[ would katherine lie? she never has — always on the receiving end of such accusations, she had always preened beneath the fact she had always told the truth. she'd learned, very early on, that it often lured those she wished to gravitate toward her to her as a lie often spurred them away. she doesn't think grell to be a liar, even though her compliment of liking her is often thought to be a lie in itself — for no one likes katherine pierce for katherine. ]
[ she smiles. her room is very sparse and small, but she's managed to fit a small couch inside of it to bring herself some comfort within a rather mundane suite. gesturing toward it for grell to sit, she takes to her end of the couch as armel disappears out the door for a moment. ] I find the best stories are often those with a little truth to them.
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[ she smiles. her room is very sparse and small, but she's managed to fit a small couch inside of it to bring herself some comfort within a rather mundane suite. gesturing toward it for grell to sit, she takes to her end of the couch as armel disappears out the door for a moment. ] I find the best stories are often those with a little truth to them.