[ he wonders passingly what kind of skill set this piper has, his brow raising at the mention. what's more important it seems is damon's continued hostility. ] Pity. [ he glances away, to the side, and takes a casual step forward. ] I suppose we'll have to skip the pleasantries. [ oh how he employs his terrifying ability to sound entirely, liltingly murderous.
there's no amusement in his expression by the end of it. ]
Pleasantries would mean anything involving you was pleasant.
[ which, it isn't. (not for damon, anyway.) but, he says it as if he's in the principle's office, waiting for his punishment. he knows klaus is here for unpleasantries. he knows klaus is here to make damon hurt, to pay. there could be a stabbing, torture, more threats, more claims to being older and the only thing standing between damon alive and dead. take your pick, klaus. ]
And I think we both know, nothing involving you is.
[ he has plenty rage built up inside of him to channel into this moment, all of it earned and rightfully directed. what damon is saying can't be truer, but he doesn't particularly appreciate the sentiment. (he'll chalk it up to the untimely circumstances, that twisting of anger and vulnerability, but odds are it's more complicated than that.)
he moves quicker than even damon can follow, his hand finding the vampire's neck in an unbreakable grip and lifting him. there's not nearly enough satisfaction in the way damon's body connects with the ground, even though the force of it might've damaged a lesser being.
his fingers tighten around damon's windpipe, not quite tight enough to break the bones of his neck. (he's holding back.) klaus is kneeling next to him, arm extended, looking down on him with a degree of heated madness and calculation. ] On the contrary, I've been nothing but pleasant. And truth be told, the real pity here is I think you'll enjoy it. And I do relish your agony, Damon, but I suppose for this one night I'll do you a favor.
[ that familiar feeling kicks in. around the time elena arrived he was in this exact position. strangling isn't nearly that big of a deal, klaus. it must be tuesday. a day that ends in y. you name it. been there, done that. he talks through those fingers, rasps out words one by one, fights through his grip out of curiosity and sheer force of self sabotaging will. at this point, every word spoken is a calculated way to make things worse for himself. ] And what magnanimous favor is that?
Well, I'll relieve you of your troubles. [ it's said casually, innocuously, as if his hand isn't testing the fortitude of damon's windpipe and this is simply a case of a friend helping a friend. (for the record, damon can struggle all he likes; it makes this more enjoyable.) ] I have been aware of them. [ there's a smile and threat in his eyes, and by the last syllable whatever amusement he's entertained has become calculated rage. he intends to hurt him, to humiliate him. it's only fitting and if it serves a greater purpose, so be it. ] Your estrangement from dear, human Elena. Whatever related tiff you've had with Stefan, which I presume explains you tattling on him and my sister. [ he spits the last out. the sudden tightening of his grip comes hard and mercilessly; klaus lifts his chin to look down on him. ] Caroline. [ it's said slowly with a thrumming viciousness, a vengeful passion. with knowledge.
it's with supernatural swiftness that he pulls damon closer by the neck, his breath hot against his face. (he ignores the pull to take and do much more than that, disregards how his gaze is drawn to his lips momentarily.) ]
I've had time to consider how to address these indignities. [ the word is hissed. ] Death seemed too easy. [ his pupils dilate with purpose. ] You're not to partake in worship until I give you leave. You will not have sex. You'll resist aphrodisiacs, the pull of the monthly signs, even your unfortunate sense of self-preservation; all of it you'll have no interest in satisfying. [ a smile warps around his words: ] And if you or anyone else can't help themselves, or tries to help you, try a bit of self-harm on for size. Break your fingers. Attempt to pull out your liver. Some creative discouragement might go a long way.
[ he doesn't. he's there, klaus having lifted him up off the ground, feet dangling. when klaus' hand tightens, damon does try to grab for it, his arm flinging behind him, knocking something off his dresser. he can only hope his sign's special magnetism kicks in before he does something rash.
he goes slack when klaus begins his compulsion. all of his words register. when he stops talking, damon returns to his body, eyes wide, not able to say anything. he breathes. it's all he can do.
after all, this is what he was looking for. punishment. it just came in the form of something he never saw coming. which happens to be the story of damon's life. his hand comes up to klaus' arm again, trying to break his hold on him. ]
[ damon is dropped to the floor and klaus is gone without further pretense. showing up in the first place was a risk and there's no reason for him to linger now that it's done. ]
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there's no amusement in his expression by the end of it. ]
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[ which, it isn't. (not for damon, anyway.) but, he says it as if he's in the principle's office, waiting for his punishment. he knows klaus is here for unpleasantries. he knows klaus is here to make damon hurt, to pay. there could be a stabbing, torture, more threats, more claims to being older and the only thing standing between damon alive and dead. take your pick, klaus. ]
And I think we both know, nothing involving you is.
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he moves quicker than even damon can follow, his hand finding the vampire's neck in an unbreakable grip and lifting him. there's not nearly enough satisfaction in the way damon's body connects with the ground, even though the force of it might've damaged a lesser being.
his fingers tighten around damon's windpipe, not quite tight enough to break the bones of his neck. (he's holding back.) klaus is kneeling next to him, arm extended, looking down on him with a degree of heated madness and calculation. ] On the contrary, I've been nothing but pleasant. And truth be told, the real pity here is I think you'll enjoy it. And I do relish your agony, Damon, but I suppose for this one night I'll do you a favor.
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it's with supernatural swiftness that he pulls damon closer by the neck, his breath hot against his face. (he ignores the pull to take and do much more than that, disregards how his gaze is drawn to his lips momentarily.) ]
I've had time to consider how to address these indignities. [ the word is hissed. ] Death seemed too easy. [ his pupils dilate with purpose. ] You're not to partake in worship until I give you leave. You will not have sex. You'll resist aphrodisiacs, the pull of the monthly signs, even your unfortunate sense of self-preservation; all of it you'll have no interest in satisfying. [ a smile warps around his words: ] And if you or anyone else can't help themselves, or tries to help you, try a bit of self-harm on for size. Break your fingers. Attempt to pull out your liver. Some creative discouragement might go a long way.
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he goes slack when klaus begins his compulsion. all of his words register. when he stops talking, damon returns to his body, eyes wide, not able to say anything. he breathes. it's all he can do.
after all, this is what he was looking for. punishment. it just came in the form of something he never saw coming. which happens to be the story of damon's life. his hand comes up to klaus' arm again, trying to break his hold on him. ]
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