( as klaus tends to, he twists every one of stefan's word inward, like a knife. but with every stab he swings down toward stefan, they carve into himself as well. he has never been the brunt of this klaus. the one that makes things all too personal with ease. he knows he is not father of the year. knows klaus also has a father of the century. one built on his own pillar's of his family's generational, silent wealth, but not the example either of them have ever set.
a school boy's love gone wrong.
he needs a drink. if he's going to do this. if he's going to let his lover burn it all down and light the match, then he might as well put fuel on his own fire. maybe for the two of them to go up in flames together.
he pours two glasses and takes one, planting himself in front of the entrance to the veranda and sips.
he slips into this skin like it's his second. but still, the ceo and "rightful heir" falters in tone. he bites into dust as he speaks, half resigned to leaving here alone. half ready to go to battle. )
Yours or mine?
( he turns back. )
I would argue the both of us were foolish at one time. perhaps not ever at the same time, or we wouldn't be here with you carving our poetic timing onto our ribs. You always were ever the wordsmith. You have that in common. ( Katherine. ) You know exactly what to deliver and how to deliver it. ( With every piercing blow. ) The difference is, you're already under my skin. So, your words and your petty contrivances and insults about my parenting, they don't cut like they should. They don't bleed. You know it's been a long time since I've cut and any blood has resulted.
( and yet he stands here, bleeding all over his luxury. klaus' blood spills into his.
it's a scene if anybody blinked and saw another universe. bloodshed. wars. epic. )
If you want help. Of any kind, no matter how banal or temporary, I'd give it. I cannot solve your problems. Maybe I don't solve my own. Maybe I take some things lightly. Or with a flourish. But you. You are serious. You are an open wound. You are a livewire and I am in love with every inch. Every pore. Every scar. Even if I get jolted. Or hurt. I don't know if something can be too little, too late, if it was never there in the first place.
( and he knows it was. but he's fighting. he decided. he just has to give as much as he gets in order to do it. in order to get through to him. )
I would burn the world for you. Every bandaid. And I would tear your enemies apart. I would lay waste to them. If you asked.
( and he could never get klaus out of his system. he would be his own open wound. festering. this might actually break him. but he can't put that knowledge on klaus. he doesn't deserve that. maybe this is a new start for him and his son. maybe he came to an agreement with katherine. )
I was going to ask you to do this. To move in with me. Say hell to everyone else.
( but he pried. and offered too much. and asked for too much in return.
klaus is like a wild steed when he's like this. he just needs to get him to break. he can turn this around. this can be real. this is real. )
If I had the perfect words, I'd say them. The perfect apology. Perfect kiss. Fuck. Anything I could say to you. At this very moment. I would lay myself bare. ( but is he? he finishes the glass. ) You can decide whatever we are or were, but I know what we are in my heart. I've just never said it. Maybe I just did.
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a school boy's love gone wrong.
he needs a drink. if he's going to do this. if he's going to let his lover burn it all down and light the match, then he might as well put fuel on his own fire. maybe for the two of them to go up in flames together.
he pours two glasses and takes one, planting himself in front of the entrance to the veranda and sips.
he slips into this skin like it's his second. but still, the ceo and "rightful heir" falters in tone. he bites into dust as he speaks, half resigned to leaving here alone. half ready to go to battle. )
Yours or mine?
( he turns back. )
I would argue the both of us were foolish at one time. perhaps not ever at the same time, or we wouldn't be here with you carving our poetic timing onto our ribs. You always were ever the wordsmith. You have that in common. ( Katherine. ) You know exactly what to deliver and how to deliver it. ( With every piercing blow. ) The difference is, you're already under my skin. So, your words and your petty contrivances and insults about my parenting, they don't cut like they should. They don't bleed. You know it's been a long time since I've cut and any blood has resulted.
( and yet he stands here, bleeding all over his luxury. klaus' blood spills into his.
it's a scene if anybody blinked and saw another universe. bloodshed. wars. epic. )
If you want help. Of any kind, no matter how banal or temporary, I'd give it. I cannot solve your problems. Maybe I don't solve my own. Maybe I take some things lightly. Or with a flourish. But you. You are serious. You are an open wound. You are a livewire and I am in love with every inch. Every pore. Every scar. Even if I get jolted. Or hurt. I don't know if something can be too little, too late, if it was never there in the first place.
( and he knows it was. but he's fighting. he decided. he just has to give as much as he gets in order to do it. in order to get through to him. )
I would burn the world for you. Every bandaid. And I would tear your enemies apart. I would lay waste to them. If you asked.
( and he could never get klaus out of his system. he would be his own open wound. festering. this might actually break him. but he can't put that knowledge on klaus. he doesn't deserve that. maybe this is a new start for him and his son. maybe he came to an agreement with katherine. )
I was going to ask you to do this. To move in with me. Say hell to everyone else.
( but he pried. and offered too much. and asked for too much in return.
klaus is like a wild steed when he's like this. he just needs to get him to break. he can turn this around. this can be real. this is real. )
If I had the perfect words, I'd say them. The perfect apology. Perfect kiss. Fuck. Anything I could say to you. At this very moment. I would lay myself bare. ( but is he? he finishes the glass. ) You can decide whatever we are or were, but I know what we are in my heart. I've just never said it. Maybe I just did.