I thought you should know, the last thing Damon remembers is the beginnings of your sun and moon ritual. I don't know how best to smooth that over, so I haven't told him you're here in the manor.
( He doesn't know how. He doesn't know how to 'be from the future.' He's screwing up royally. )
Katherine is from after the homecoming party at Tyler's, and she believes I am, too. I did warn her that you were here to keep the two of you away from one another. I think I can keep her at bay. ...I have enough mixed feelings about her, and don't want Damon after you or her.
I thought you should know, because we're all sharing this mansion now.
( what a wealth of information stefan shares with him.
he could begin with a "and why didn't you deign tell me sooner?" but perhaps he'll keep that line of questioning to himself for now. the answer, or answers, are quite obvious, anyhow. bros before hoes amiright
his parted lips close and he sighs heavily, his frustration and impatience spiking at the further "by the way" regarding katerina, that centuries-old nasty and unwelcome thorn in his side he was so overjoyed passed on to a fiery plane of existence, once upon a time.
klaus' jaw sets and he takes a moment to contemplate his response. )
And while you are juggling your impressive volley of lies, who precisely will be picking up the balls you drop?
( sentimental, yes, but also alluringly, teasingly explicit. )
I'll have to make up for such depravation, somehow. Any suggestions in those thoughts of yours? ( the reason, however, that he did leave, was the barrage of calls, texts, and emails from his executive assistants that he could no longer ignore.
the financial retaliations and political slights his father has put into effect for fleeing the coup, for absconding without shame or deference, for being born.
imagining stefan's tongue is a welcome reprieve. )
In my family we greet the summer on the 20th of June, but I missed it. So I'm doing it this month instead. Will you come? But I might ask you to dance with me. So you should be aware, in case you don't like dancing.
( he stares at the picture she's shared. likely would have a few beats longer, wondering over the little, casual intimacy, if she had not followed it up. )
( klaus only worries about this message considering it could refer to caroline. he pauses long enough to check the directory. her username is still active. whose username is not, however. ) A time or two.
[ caroline doesn't come after him right away. she explains as much as she knows about his mother and the heretics to stefan and she ignores klaus. she's polite and mannerly when they need to be near each other, she knows there is safety in numbers and she knows she feels safer with the familiarity of home, despite how she was complaining about mystic falls and their shitty lives, despite how much she loves the people she loves here. she makes it work in a way that only caroline forbes can do, seamlessly and seemingly without complaint because she gets things done.
she waits and she stews and she smiles and does her job and contributes to society the way she is supposed to because that at least makes her feel like she has some purpose while she is stewing like a pot roast. (and then it becomes a little addictive, an ache, fixing people, fixing things, making people perfect to soothe the wrongness in her own chest, the loss and loneliness.)
it's the most innocuous thing, klaus breathes wrong, and caroline shoves him into a tree, a hand around his throat, blackness creeping from her fingertips down her fingers like stubborn strands of ivy questing like fingers across a stone garden wall. there's no vampire strength to help but she has surprise on her side, and anger. klaus doesn't have any vampire strength either, their commune given powers duel, caroline makes people feel comfort and happiness when she's near, but klaus lives to hunt. ]
( he is not shocked. surprised, perhaps, by the suddenness of her violence, but there is nothing shocking about the repressed flames of her temper, unleashed. he's been patiently waiting for their fire, since that dinner; he's been watching them simmer and scald for weeks. her icy southern manners and the mask of her civility has been a carefully cultivated front, and he has let her entertain the swirling of her angers and resentments in relative peace, perhaps a few subtle, needling barbs aside.
the bark is rough at his back. caroline's hand is warm, the pressure she exerts not enough to truly pin him, hunter or hybrid or whatever he may be this month. he allows it, for in her strength and the darkness of those coiling lines there is beauty, and because he owes her as much. she owes herself as much — the honesty of her pain. he does not relish in it, but he wants it.
he wants to claim his own, the ache and anger thinking distantly of stefan, resting among rotting things, dreaming likely of the future he has spelled for him already. whatever sardonic mirth was in klaus' eyes fades; his own veil peels back.
he leans forward, pressing his neck into her palm. ) Because I care about you, as will Stefan, and there's little sense in us all suffering quietly.
( maybe it's Caroline rubbing off on him, but he's been refreshingly honest and downright cute about him and Caroline. but they've discussed this, him and Caroline, and she's going to try and rein in her jealousy. which means he should probably follow-up with a certain someone. especially now that they're all going to be sharing a space.
( the amount of thought klaus has put into their newfound affections: a fair amount. the amount of jealousy and envy he has experienced, given their circumstances: some, enough to boil in his gut, over them both.
the surplus of time he's allowed to pine over it: none. )
( he will not comfort her with a lie. he would have gladly voted for danny, saber, or anyone else convenient enough to compel him, if circumstance and calculation did not sway his decision.
the gratitude, however, is not inexplicable. he does watch her. he knows who she spoke for, when the accusations were slung. )
I've a keen interest in your fallen teammate, the god Set. If you and the Spades learn anything of his passing, will you keep me apprised of any developments?
[ she wonders if all the old men and fantasy dweebs are pining for the days of old when people talked to each other in person.
as such, she slips klaus a note at breakfast to meet her at dusksunsettwilightdusk seven o'clock, in the copse of trees behind the farmhouse. that is where she is sat, mending the sleeve of the sweater she wears with her fleshworker skills, still using the curved needle as if mending her own arm. ]
( klaus has rarely opposed the convenience of any modern technologies—they've been useful, honestly. but he cannot help but smile at the note caroline slips him, quick and quiet like a wartime spy. he supposes that is what they are waging.
he arrives prompt and curious, despite his suspicions about what this is about. )
I suppose those sort of stitches work just as well, ( is his greeting. he leans over her before he sits, admiring her handiwork. )
I want to defend you But I have a feeling you know your own defense better than anybody, and I don't know if it's better to keep certain things quiet, even now.
Just know you have another witness. Or whatever I am.
( with very little to pack along with memories better left behind, stefan sticks close to caroline and to klaus as the entire group begins their journey back to the mansion.
he wonders what's waiting for them, if it's built itself anew or better protected the so-called heart natalie had found.
he keeps one eye on the werewolf participants most relevant to him. gale. astarion. he keeps his distance from bucky. and katherine. and kai. he also keeps a close eye on ani. that she was the one who'd pounced on the shepherd and done what everyone else had whispered about doing is something stefan doesn't see coming. but, he realizes other than her advertisement for her place of employment (he's not sure how payment works here) and her other-world's famous self, he doesn't know anything about her.
stefan isn't subtle as he watches everyone around him, and keeps one eye on whats head.
he doesn't trip over any branches, and actually helps someone if they're about to.
he finds himself staying closest to klaus. there was an unspoken goal for the both of them during the game. keep caroline safe at all costs. the further away they get from the commune, the more stefan replays conversation he's had with klaus in his mind. he remembers how he'd felt after waking up. and he remembers finding him again and giving him that assurance. he and caroline even talked about it.
and then werewolf began.
he doesn't know what to say to start, or even if klaus needs to say anything. katherine made her snide comments about what they were doing. about his being with caroline and with klaus. she'd also found it hot. because, katherine.
but, katherine has nothing to do with he and klaus. just as caroline has nothing to do with him and klaus. and vice versa. something is happening. and he finds he likes it. and trusts it. he sees the good in him and he sees the change. he also sees everything he's always seen in klaus. but, he is now on his side. he knows klaus will protect caroline. and maybe that's one more reason he's let his guard down.
or did. before now.
they have the entire walk back to talk if klaus wants to. here and there, stefan glances over, curious about what he's thinking. )
( klaus is quiet, on the trek back. while his thoughts, turned inward, are not shared, there is little intent in secrecy behind the action. it is the silence of his mind working, processing, considering, and calculating. the events of the past few weeks remain heavy, but they also remain in perpetuity: each word and violence echoing throughout the interpersonal dramas around them, not to mention the ones that may still affect them.
so while his thoughts is occupied, his attentions are sharp: watching and cataloging those around him. he takes care with stefan and caroline, and has a predatory, assessing gaze for all else besides their allies, and even then. he lingers on bucky barnes and those who spoke for them. he has eyes on malachai parker and katerina at all possible intervals, and he waits.
he waits for the manor to grow closer and for his nature and his abilities to return. its slow arrival is met with welcome, but also caution, for their allies and enemies alike will also feel theirs return.
and he feels stefan's regard, through it all. his old friend's curious, watchful attentiveness.
it's one night, only days away from the manor. he tends to the fire with a few more branches and sits beside his lover, his warmth seeping into stefan's cooling body. ) You have something to ask?
[ they're not glued at the hip and caroline is a social butterfly, so she doesn't realize right away. it's deep into the night when she can't sleep and she's scrolling through the directory looking for bonnie's name in some form of self-imposed torture that she realizes a name is missing. she's out of bed and padding barefoot down the quiet halls immediately.
she knocks, once, before she lets herself in without waiting for permission. the house likes intimacy, she knows it will be unlocked.
maybe klaus will be angry, it's an easy emotion to default to and a hell of a lot better than grief. maybe he won't want her around. but she was alone here after her father died and she hated it, she can't leave him to feeling this all alone when she could maybe do something to help shoulder the burden.
wherever he is, caroline finds him and curls her arms around him without a word. ]
[ wrapped ever so neatly on christmas eve (because she read that some scandi countries give gifts on christmas eve) in white paper with a green satin ribbon is a copy of the notebook and also the wedding. both by nicholas sparks.
on christmas day, he gets a stocking decorated with reindeer! inside is a variety of little things: hair care and skin products, a red toothbrush, a set of sexy dice (wrapped in different paper,) a pretty wooden box with tiny hinges and a tiny latch to hold his brand new charcoal pencils, and a variety of different sized sketchbooks. and a chocolate orange down at the toe.
the card has a snowy scene on it and is only signed with love caroline. ]
[ Left for Klaus is the following, wrapped as tidily as she is able: a copy of Susan Sontag's Against Interpretation, and something Roza tried to paint, on a small nine by twelve canvas; it is a somewhat abstracted depiction of the sky over the tundra, ribboned with mad-bright purples and greens, which swirl serpentine above a reflective and treeless snowscape. Their light casts upward, always, toward heaven. She is not technically practiced, but she did try very, very hard, and as always she is not lacking in enthusiasm. Thick Sennelier oil paints wrap from corner to corner, no space left untouched.
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As proof, long study of the canvas will invite the watcher's psychic self to disappear inside full 360 degree sensory experience. There is the taste and smell of snow, cold and white, and the distant sound of large animals moving in a herd, groaning and chattering to another in low, low voices. The watcher also has more sapient company. Roza is there, too, having expanded the memory into a shared one, versus sitting inside her body. She is visible only peripherally. The blackness of her hair also reflects the light. The note, continued, says,
I'm lucky because I know you. The house is full of surprises for us, and we have to fight for ourselves, but you are a goodness in my life. If this place would allow it, I would tie us together, I think. But instead of being so presumptuous, I'll give you a little piece of home. (And I think you might like Sontag, if you haven't read her already. Once I read a review that said, "[she] lived with more dimension than most people are capable of even imagining, let alone comprehending," so.)
( unbeknownst to them, caroline will only slumber for 24 more hours, or so. they have watched over her together and taken shifts separately. stefan has tried to keep his fretting face to himself, but today, as it's nearing a week since she fell into her slumber, he can't help but let his mask fall. he alone held what happened between them after caroline discovered she was carrying ric and jo's babies. and very little of it was pleasant. it ruined his relationship with caroline for years. he was lucky she found their love undeniable and she took him back. doubly lucky that amid the damon and enzo turmoil she said yes to his proposal.
but, caroline had to be told about that part.
there is so much between them that remains, that this place could rip her from. would she come back hating stefan? never wanting to hear his name again? or worse.
what's worse than that.
stefan hasn't clued into anything on klaus' end, any of life's truths or where the two of them end up. he'd never ask.
still, he finds himself glancing over at Klaus. maybe he should feel something besides a deep abiding affection while he strokes caroline's hair, the woman they both love, but Klaus is more now. to him and to Caroline. like Caroline is to him and Stefan and like Stefan is to Caroline and Klaus. )
What are the chances she'll make it to where I am.
( "we are," he wants to say."
damon remained at the same point in time. as did katherine. as has klaus. it's only stefan that experienced more. what brings them back here? and why? )
( stefan has never been a particularly good at hiding his thoughts nor emotions, though klaus has been fooled when the vampire's been desperate enough. (or perhaps when he was willing enough to believe the farce.) it's a relief, in its own way, that stefan remains embroiled in his own concerns and worries. klaus' are quieter then, unnoticed — obfuscated in subtlety while stefan's speak volumes as he holds vigil, writes, and reaches out to those who cares just as he does, for her.
he observes, not for the first time, that it is like she is sleeping soundly, dreaming the future instead of living it. perhaps she is; perhaps this is some twisted afterlife, feeding them crumbs of their lifetimes. the back of his knuckles skim over the oval of her cheek. klaus glances back to catch the sight of stefan in the corner of his eye, but his gaze does not truly find him before his attention returns to her.
it is his own way to hide the parting of his lips, the slight pulling in of his breath. to hide his own concern of what caroline might know when she opens her eyes. it is inevitable, if not this slumber, then eventually. not even immortals may escape the passage of time. )
As likely as any other, perhaps more so. That seems to be the way of it. ( his desire to comfort stefan outweighs his predilection to spell out ugly truths. it is a white lie, of course. not only for stefan's sake, but for them all.
it is just as likely she will meet him, years in the future, where he is. he hopes, however uselessly, that she does not. )
You're invited to Dean Winchester's funeral. Refreshments and a small catering spread will be provided afterward. Prepared remarks and stories are encouraged.
( he's nursing the bottle of scotch he was easily able to pilfer from kitchens. he's doing so in the stables, bereft of anywhere else more private or suitable. perhaps he's avoiding stefan.
he knows exactly what caroline intends with this request.
it takes only a short moment of contemplation to decide, despite his black mood. because of it, even. )
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Katherine is from after the homecoming party at Tyler's, and she believes I am, too. I did warn her that you were here to keep the two of you away from one another. I think I can keep her at bay. ...I have enough mixed feelings about her, and don't want Damon after you or her.
I thought you should know, because we're all sharing this mansion now.
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he could begin with a "and why didn't you deign tell me sooner?" but perhaps he'll keep that line of questioning to himself for now. the answer, or answers, are quite obvious, anyhow.
bros before hoes amirighthis parted lips close and he sighs heavily, his frustration and impatience spiking at the further "by the way" regarding katerina, that centuries-old nasty and unwelcome thorn in his side he was so overjoyed passed on to a fiery plane of existence, once upon a time.
klaus' jaw sets and he takes a moment to contemplate his response. )
And while you are juggling your impressive volley of lies, who precisely will be picking up the balls you drop?
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As if it couldn't have been both. Miss him already?
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( Which his very sentimental-unsentimental way of saying, it's disappointing he didn't wake up to someone in his bed. )
I've also been thinking. You know how reflective I get at the end of my summers here.
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I'll have to make up for such depravation, somehow. Any suggestions in those thoughts of yours? ( the reason, however, that he did leave, was the barrage of calls, texts, and emails from his executive assistants that he could no longer ignore.
the financial retaliations and political slights his father has put into effect for fleeing the coup, for absconding without shame or deference, for being born.
imagining stefan's tongue is a welcome reprieve. )
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Where are you?
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We've met. Lovely fellow. Wears red remarkably well.
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@suor00, backdated before the 20th before the plague took me
But I might ask you to dance with me. So you should be aware, in case you don't like dancing.
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I do. Though I prefer some kinds more than others. What sort of dancing?
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Also is there a vampire SLAYER? Jeremy would be so mad he was only a hunter.
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I hear there's two.
No wolves up there? They're far superior.
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I'm sorry, Stefan.
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action — in the commune
she waits and she stews and she smiles and does her job and contributes to society the way she is supposed to because that at least makes her feel like she has some purpose while she is stewing like a pot roast. (and then it becomes a little addictive, an ache, fixing people, fixing things, making people perfect to soothe the wrongness in her own chest, the loss and loneliness.)
it's the most innocuous thing, klaus breathes wrong, and caroline shoves him into a tree, a hand around his throat, blackness creeping from her fingertips down her fingers like stubborn strands of ivy questing like fingers across a stone garden wall. there's no vampire strength to help but she has surprise on her side, and anger. klaus doesn't have any vampire strength either, their commune given powers duel, caroline makes people feel comfort and happiness when she's near, but klaus lives to hunt. ]
Why would you tell him about us!
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the bark is rough at his back. caroline's hand is warm, the pressure she exerts not enough to truly pin him, hunter or hybrid or whatever he may be this month. he allows it, for in her strength and the darkness of those coiling lines there is beauty, and because he owes her as much. she owes herself as much — the honesty of her pain. he does not relish in it, but he wants it.
he wants to claim his own, the ache and anger thinking distantly of stefan, resting among rotting things, dreaming likely of the future he has spelled for him already. whatever sardonic mirth was in klaus' eyes fades; his own veil peels back.
he leans forward, pressing his neck into her palm. ) Because I care about you, as will Stefan, and there's little sense in us all suffering quietly.
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for safety purposes, strength in numbers. )
Am I your boyfriend?
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the surplus of time he's allowed to pine over it: none. )
Are you attempting to lock us both down?
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I know you have your own reasons but
Thanks for voting the way you did.
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( he will not comfort her with a lie. he would have gladly voted for danny, saber, or anyone else convenient enough to compel him, if circumstance and calculation did not sway his decision.
the gratitude, however, is not inexplicable. he does watch her. he knows who she spoke for, when the accusations were slung. )
What are yours?
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as such, she slips klaus a note at breakfast to meet her at
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he arrives prompt and curious, despite his suspicions about what this is about. )
I suppose those sort of stitches work just as well, ( is his greeting. he leans over her before he sits, admiring her handiwork. )
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If that's the case - this should all be water under the bridge, right?
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But I have a feeling you know your own defense better than anybody, and I don't know if it's better to keep certain things quiet, even now.
Just know you have another witness. Or whatever I am.
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Sorry
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( if anyone should be a target, it would be best the crosshairs are firmly on him. )
Thank you.
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jumping ahead to after the conclusion BECAUSE
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he wonders what's waiting for them, if it's built itself anew or better protected the so-called heart natalie had found.
he keeps one eye on the werewolf participants most relevant to him. gale. astarion. he keeps his distance from bucky. and katherine. and kai. he also keeps a close eye on ani. that she was the one who'd pounced on the shepherd and done what everyone else had whispered about doing is something stefan doesn't see coming. but, he realizes other than her advertisement for her place of employment (he's not sure how payment works here) and her other-world's famous self, he doesn't know anything about her.
stefan isn't subtle as he watches everyone around him, and keeps one eye on whats head.
he doesn't trip over any branches, and actually helps someone if they're about to.
he finds himself staying closest to klaus. there was an unspoken goal for the both of them during the game. keep caroline safe at all costs. the further away they get from the commune, the more stefan replays conversation he's had with klaus in his mind. he remembers how he'd felt after waking up. and he remembers finding him again and giving him that assurance. he and caroline even talked about it.
and then werewolf began.
he doesn't know what to say to start, or even if klaus needs to say anything. katherine made her snide comments about what they were doing. about his being with caroline and with klaus. she'd also found it hot. because, katherine.
but, katherine has nothing to do with he and klaus. just as caroline has nothing to do with him and klaus. and vice versa. something is happening. and he finds he likes it. and trusts it. he sees the good in him and he sees the change. he also sees everything he's always seen in klaus. but, he is now on his side. he knows klaus will protect caroline. and maybe that's one more reason he's let his guard down.
or did. before now.
they have the entire walk back to talk if klaus wants to. here and there, stefan glances over, curious about what he's thinking. )
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so while his thoughts is occupied, his attentions are sharp: watching and cataloging those around him. he takes care with stefan and caroline, and has a predatory, assessing gaze for all else besides their allies, and even then. he lingers on bucky barnes and those who spoke for them. he has eyes on malachai parker and katerina at all possible intervals, and he waits.
he waits for the manor to grow closer and for his nature and his abilities to return. its slow arrival is met with welcome, but also caution, for their allies and enemies alike will also feel theirs return.
and he feels stefan's regard, through it all. his old friend's curious, watchful attentiveness.
it's one night, only days away from the manor. he tends to the fire with a few more branches and sits beside his lover, his warmth seeping into stefan's cooling body. ) You have something to ask?
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she knocks, once, before she lets herself in without waiting for permission. the house likes intimacy, she knows it will be unlocked.
maybe klaus will be angry, it's an easy emotion to default to and a hell of a lot better than grief. maybe he won't want her around. but she was alone here after her father died and she hated it, she can't leave him to feeling this all alone when she could maybe do something to help shoulder the burden.
wherever he is, caroline finds him and curls her arms around him without a word. ]
🎁 — gift
on christmas day, he gets a stocking decorated with reindeer! inside is a variety of little things: hair care and skin products, a red toothbrush, a set of sexy dice (wrapped in different paper,) a pretty wooden box with tiny hinges and a tiny latch to hold his brand new charcoal pencils, and a variety of different sized sketchbooks. and a chocolate orange down at the toe.
the card has a snowy scene on it and is only signed with love caroline. ]
❄️ backdated to christmas day.
An associated note:
If you put your mind here, you can go to this place. When you get tired of the house, come to my land instead.
As proof, long study of the canvas will invite the watcher's psychic self to disappear inside full 360 degree sensory experience. There is the taste and smell of snow, cold and white, and the distant sound of large animals moving in a herd, groaning and chattering to another in low, low voices. The watcher also has more sapient company. Roza is there, too, having expanded the memory into a shared one, versus sitting inside her body. She is visible only peripherally. The blackness of her hair also reflects the light. The note, continued, says,
I'm lucky because I know you. The house is full of surprises for us, and we have to fight for ourselves, but you are a goodness in my life. If this place would allow it, I would tie us together, I think. But instead of being so presumptuous, I'll give you a little piece of home. (And I think you might like Sontag, if you haven't read her already. Once I read a review that said, "[she] lived with more dimension than most people are capable of even imagining, let alone comprehending," so.)
Don't forget, OK? A goodness in my life.
Roza. ]
— action.
but, caroline had to be told about that part.
there is so much between them that remains, that this place could rip her from. would she come back hating stefan? never wanting to hear his name again? or worse.
what's worse than that.
stefan hasn't clued into anything on klaus' end, any of life's truths or where the two of them end up. he'd never ask.
still, he finds himself glancing over at Klaus. maybe he should feel something besides a deep abiding affection while he strokes caroline's hair, the woman they both love, but Klaus is more now. to him and to Caroline. like Caroline is to him and Stefan and like Stefan is to Caroline and Klaus. )
What are the chances she'll make it to where I am.
( "we are," he wants to say."
damon remained at the same point in time. as did katherine. as has klaus. it's only stefan that experienced more. what brings them back here? and why? )
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he observes, not for the first time, that it is like she is sleeping soundly, dreaming the future instead of living it. perhaps she is; perhaps this is some twisted afterlife, feeding them crumbs of their lifetimes. the back of his knuckles skim over the oval of her cheek. klaus glances back to catch the sight of stefan in the corner of his eye, but his gaze does not truly find him before his attention returns to her.
it is his own way to hide the parting of his lips, the slight pulling in of his breath. to hide his own concern of what caroline might know when she opens her eyes. it is inevitable, if not this slumber, then eventually. not even immortals may escape the passage of time. )
As likely as any other, perhaps more so. That seems to be the way of it. ( his desire to comfort stefan outweighs his predilection to spell out ugly truths. it is a white lie, of course. not only for stefan's sake, but for them all.
it is just as likely she will meet him, years in the future, where he is. he hopes, however uselessly, that she does not. )
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me discovering this unanswered tag: :O
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text — un: caroline
I'm going to go find a bunny or small deer to eat later. Chase me. When you catch me you get to do anything your heart desires.
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he knows exactly what caroline intends with this request.
it takes only a short moment of contemplation to decide, despite his black mood. because of it, even. )
I'll give you a five-minute head start.
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