"Impasse" (Klaus/Caroline, PG, future-fic, 2/2)sandrineJanuary 2 2015, 15:52:31 UTC
He tosses and turns in his sleep, like a man plagued by night terrors.
She puts her hand on his cheek carefully, as if she's trying to placate a frightened, wounded animal, and when his eyes snap open it doesn't surprise her that they're a predatory yellow.
She doesn't shrink back, lets him pull her in and kiss her and doesn't pay any mind to the sharp, deadly teeth that could poison her with no more than a scrape. The danger of it doesn't thrill her, doesn't make her lust spike, but it doesn't scare her either. Trusting Klaus with her life is an old game that she's played for a long time now. If he wanted her dead, she'd be dead a dozen times over.
*"Why didn't you turn your mother when she was dying?" he asks one morning, taking a framed picture of her and her mom at graduation from the shelf above the bed
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Re: "Impasse" (Klaus/Caroline, PG, future-fic, 2/2)sandrineJanuary 3 2015, 21:58:48 UTC
Thank you! :) I have some experience writing Klaus, and he's admittedly one of my favourite characters to write in any fandom (perhaps it should worry me how easy I find it to get into Klaus Mikaelsson's head... :p), but I never tackled the ship before.
Re: "Impasse" (Klaus/Caroline, PG, future-fic, 2/2)sandrineJanuary 3 2015, 22:02:21 UTC
I'm so happy to hear that you thought so. Writing Caroline (and Klaroline!) was new to be, so I'm thrilled that she felt real. Thanks for the lovely comment. :)
She puts her hand on his cheek carefully, as if she's trying to placate a frightened, wounded animal, and when his eyes snap open it doesn't surprise her that they're a predatory yellow.
She doesn't shrink back, lets him pull her in and kiss her and doesn't pay any mind to the sharp, deadly teeth that could poison her with no more than a scrape. The danger of it doesn't thrill her, doesn't make her lust spike, but it doesn't scare her either. Trusting Klaus with her life is an old game that she's played for a long time now. If he wanted her dead, she'd be dead a dozen times over.
*"Why didn't you turn your mother when she was dying?" he asks one morning, taking a framed picture of her and her mom at graduation from the shelf above the bed ( ... )
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Fantastic job :)
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