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( stefan describes more or less everything klaus has already gleaned himself from the papers, or heard about from hope, prior to her departure. the bar has a long, interesting history, passed within the hands of those from their world. the familiar names, stark on paper, has also inspired in him a certain disquiet; a longing.
it strains in him, that longing, pulled and stretched, painful and yet numbed with grief, soothed only by drink and anger. by purpose.
he is still, lounging back against the cushions; still but for accepting his glass and resting it on his thigh. he's watching stefan, coming to realization after realization, hurt after hurt. each realization and hurt is one they share, in their own ways. each are necessary, for them both.
he leans forward only when stefan rises, his gaze skirting to the man in peripheral. he imbibes most of his tumbler; his friend's sympathies go down hard with his swallow. )
As am I. ( for them both. ) It seems we've inherited a responsibility from those we've lost. ( and loved. klaus reaches for the bottle, and tops his drink off anew. ) I aim to honor that.
it strains in him, that longing, pulled and stretched, painful and yet numbed with grief, soothed only by drink and anger. by purpose.
he is still, lounging back against the cushions; still but for accepting his glass and resting it on his thigh. he's watching stefan, coming to realization after realization, hurt after hurt. each realization and hurt is one they share, in their own ways. each are necessary, for them both.
he leans forward only when stefan rises, his gaze skirting to the man in peripheral. he imbibes most of his tumbler; his friend's sympathies go down hard with his swallow. )
As am I. ( for them both. ) It seems we've inherited a responsibility from those we've lost. ( and loved. klaus reaches for the bottle, and tops his drink off anew. ) I aim to honor that.
Edited 2024-10-19 20:34 (UTC)
[ Damn, that does sound familiar now that Klaus says it. Though it all seems like the kind of thing you would read in stories, and never actually meet in real life. And yet here they are. ]
I had thought that to be the case, though I thought perhaps I was misremembering. I had thought the two could not overlap, in the stories, though of course I know very little at all when it comes to the supernatural.
I had thought that to be the case, though I thought perhaps I was misremembering. I had thought the two could not overlap, in the stories, though of course I know very little at all when it comes to the supernatural.
[ nate smiles. ]
I remember. Damon Salvatore started it, I think, with Elijah. Her uncle. Your brother?
[ also actually someone nate has a shockingly poor opinion of, thanks to some shit he did while he was here. but that's all in the past, and worth only a passing thought. elijah is long gone.
they all are, all the mikaelsons. all of hope's family, except her father. klaus was the one she'd missed for so long, and now he's left to miss her. it doesn't seem fair. he leans forward on the bar, lifting his shoulders. ]
I'll help however I can, absolutely. What can I do?
I remember. Damon Salvatore started it, I think, with Elijah. Her uncle. Your brother?
[ also actually someone nate has a shockingly poor opinion of, thanks to some shit he did while he was here. but that's all in the past, and worth only a passing thought. elijah is long gone.
they all are, all the mikaelsons. all of hope's family, except her father. klaus was the one she'd missed for so long, and now he's left to miss her. it doesn't seem fair. he leans forward on the bar, lifting his shoulders. ]
I'll help however I can, absolutely. What can I do?
Not a fan of Bürger? ( it's a tease, to cite the poem lenore, which if he recalls was quite the rage in england. after all, he's well aware that: ) It seems the reality of the supernatural differs greatly, world-to-world. Even in mine, such a mixture of species, despite the existence, was deemed unnatural. Many of the enemies I have mentioned harbor hatred for that very reason.
If you need a hand with more than making sense of the leftover paperwork, I can help.
( it feels like he should. that its history threaded through damon and caroline. it feels like he needs to step up. it will give him a purpose and something to focus on. and it will keep him closest to the one person in the city that knows him.
and, it may be good for klaus.
he knows the hybrid can go off the rails with his losses.
he didn't know caroline had been involved. he's curious about damon's dissolution of his contract with elijah, but knowing damon, that was on his brother. still, he came out on top.
he paces closer, and moves back around the table to the couch. )
If you want my involvement.
( it feels like he should. that its history threaded through damon and caroline. it feels like he needs to step up. it will give him a purpose and something to focus on. and it will keep him closest to the one person in the city that knows him.
and, it may be good for klaus.
he knows the hybrid can go off the rails with his losses.
he didn't know caroline had been involved. he's curious about damon's dissolution of his contract with elijah, but knowing damon, that was on his brother. still, he came out on top.
he paces closer, and moves back around the table to the couch. )
If you want my involvement.
has anyone ever called you daddy?
or asked to?
or asked to?
I am admittedly not one for poetry. Tales of the supernatural seemed rather superfluous, before arriving here.
[ He smirks. He does recall the poem, something to do about death and love, but he'd rather something less... ominous. ]
I am sorry to hear that you were faced with such prejudice. It seems one of the few things all worlds share is a populace committed to despising others for that which is intrinsic to their nature.
[ He smirks. He does recall the poem, something to do about death and love, but he'd rather something less... ominous. ]
I am sorry to hear that you were faced with such prejudice. It seems one of the few things all worlds share is a populace committed to despising others for that which is intrinsic to their nature.
you being asked or it not being your preference
maybe it's about you being much much older than me
I think I developed an admirer
maybe it's about you being much much older than me
I think I developed an admirer
[ every touch makes her skin buzz with life, like an errant spark of electricity is bouncing between the two of them. the simplest things matter so much—their hands touching, holding hands, his nose nuzzling along her neck. she loves moments like these just as much as every moment they share in bed. or against a wall. or on a kitchen countertop.
her spine curves, her hips pressing into his and her ass against his groin. the contact is light, almost tentative. a testing touch just to see. to explore. it ends quickly, though, as he spins her in place and pulls her flush against him.
cait hesitates at his question. it's one thing to talk about it in text; it's another to give it actual voice. while she can speak such filthy things into the world, sometimes asking for things she wants is tricky. ] I had a dream. You... and another man. At the same time.
her spine curves, her hips pressing into his and her ass against his groin. the contact is light, almost tentative. a testing touch just to see. to explore. it ends quickly, though, as he spins her in place and pulls her flush against him.
cait hesitates at his question. it's one thing to talk about it in text; it's another to give it actual voice. while she can speak such filthy things into the world, sometimes asking for things she wants is tricky. ] I had a dream. You... and another man. At the same time.
It is not an understanding I would wish for anyone. Nor you. ( those who have lived long enough, or experienced enough loss, may grasp the meaning. he supposes for mortals, that weight is simply a part of a long life.
this, however. the crawl of centuries he has known, or the static perpetuity of a place like duplicity, despite the cruelty of repeated, unending loss. )
I met him briefly.
He was playful and kind. ( a better condolence than a rote one, he believes. )
this, however. the crawl of centuries he has known, or the static perpetuity of a place like duplicity, despite the cruelty of repeated, unending loss. )
I met him briefly.
He was playful and kind. ( a better condolence than a rote one, he believes. )
Not in this case, or I hope he doesn't see it that way. Not something I'm into. Like you, not that I judge it. But, it's not for me.
Thank you, Klaus. I know it may not be a common feeling, but it happens well enough when you have spent any substantial time here.
That was very much who he was. I am glad you got to meet him. He is the closest of my brothers. He is the second son, and I am the second daughter, and never quite feel our place in the world.
That was very much who he was. I am glad you got to meet him. He is the closest of my brothers. He is the second son, and I am the second daughter, and never quite feel our place in the world.
( there are such small, affectionate things that have her heart quickening, her breath catching and shortening, and her skin heating. he is mesmerized by all of them, humbled and hungered by the beautiful symphony they create; that she is to his senses. the gentle press of her backside against his groin is a lovely tease, and he responds to it by taking firm hold of her, his fingers digging into the roundness of her bottom, and pulling her in close.
he is aroused, for her. needful, for her. she should know.
he rests her hand at his shoulder and begins the journey down her arm with the tips of his fingers. she has such delicate skin, always soft; thinning into the dip of her elbow. he follows a stark blue vein with both his touch and his gaze. were his fangs to slice her skin there, she would gasp and sound a little cry. he knows, because he remembers the experience fondly. a pair of heated, wicked eyes slide to hers.
not that he isn't listening as she finds voice for her desires; on the contrary. he's waiting patiently and listening intently as she finds the words.
the fantasy is hardly surprising. the specificity of it — you and another man — is what he finds intriguing. who else might feature in her dreams, he wonders? another lover? the smile teasing his lips lingers, but there is a dark calculation that joins it. a tinge of jealousy joining the possessiveness that simmers hot beneath his skin.
his touch rounds her shoulder and travels up her neck. ) And who was this other man? Were we sharing nicely?
he is aroused, for her. needful, for her. she should know.
he rests her hand at his shoulder and begins the journey down her arm with the tips of his fingers. she has such delicate skin, always soft; thinning into the dip of her elbow. he follows a stark blue vein with both his touch and his gaze. were his fangs to slice her skin there, she would gasp and sound a little cry. he knows, because he remembers the experience fondly. a pair of heated, wicked eyes slide to hers.
not that he isn't listening as she finds voice for her desires; on the contrary. he's waiting patiently and listening intently as she finds the words.
the fantasy is hardly surprising. the specificity of it — you and another man — is what he finds intriguing. who else might feature in her dreams, he wonders? another lover? the smile teasing his lips lingers, but there is a dark calculation that joins it. a tinge of jealousy joining the possessiveness that simmers hot beneath his skin.
his touch rounds her shoulder and travels up her neck. ) And who was this other man? Were we sharing nicely?
( none of this is fair, but the world (any world, apparently) is unfair. klaus has long ago determined to meet it on its terms. this is his way — the only way — he can contrive to do so. to honor her.
he nods, silently, at nate's question regarding elijah. )
Hope was was running this place nearly single-handedly. ( how she accomplished it, he doesn't know. her co-owner is gone. her only full-time staff was pike, and while the man is still here, that's hardly enough. ) Stefan, Damon's brother, is here, and he's more than willing to step in to manage the place. I need hands, ideas, help. ( anything and everything, at the moment. ) To nurture this place and make sure it thrives in her image.
he nods, silently, at nate's question regarding elijah. )
Hope was was running this place nearly single-handedly. ( how she accomplished it, he doesn't know. her co-owner is gone. her only full-time staff was pike, and while the man is still here, that's hardly enough. ) Stefan, Damon's brother, is here, and he's more than willing to step in to manage the place. I need hands, ideas, help. ( anything and everything, at the moment. ) To nurture this place and make sure it thrives in her image.
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