emotionless hues watch her features, the emotions that fight there. it’s plain for all to see, anger, pain, heartbreak, caroline is a canvas upon which her feelings are free to paint every colour / 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐. thoughts occupy his mind, thoughts of her candor, thoughts of the kindness she shows others && he wonders if, should his soul has not been through so many centuries, should he have not felt so many betrayals, he would be like her. for they are the same, when looking honestly through the façade he’s built, the façade he’s started to believe, they’re the same. they are both desperate for unconditional love, unconditional support, for someone to be at their side through every hardship / someone to blindly trust quite simply.
but their ressemblances have difficult consequences, they are harsh, heart raw, ready to burst. quick to anger, silver tongues are made to poison, to slash skin, to pierce hearts. wounded animals are the hardest to fight, nothing to lose but their life, desperate to survive && pride swelling their chest so much they would accept death if they could take the other with them. grey hues watch her 𝖔𝖍 𝖘𝖔 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞, blonde locks, clear hues, pale flesh / we’re the same. but the wound is too deep, words added fuel to the pain && niklaus has never been fair, lashing out is a reaction that can’t be helped, the pain has to go somewhere. ❝ he could have stayed, he could have stayed and he could have fought. ❞ vicious is the narrowing of his eyes, disdain clear for the cowardice of the boy, niklaus had a gladiator sword in his hand at age thirteen, fighting enemies for the empire with only breastplate to protect him. jaw clenches, bravery is in his very blood, he was raised to fight && he has never stopped.
millimeters away from her face, tears rolling down cheeks darts in his own skin but there is a battle of wills to have with her, always reaching for his heart to simply break it. lion heart forbids to lay weapons down, it forbids to ask for a cease fire, it demands to fight. her words fuel his ire, condescension coloring the grey of his eyes, ignorance underlining every word she asserts. silence rests heavy between them, so thick he could nearly catch it, mold it even so it would fit his wish. chest is heavy, breathing labored as he remains motionless, wheels turning between statue like demeanour. ❝ i have been alive for more than two thousands of years. i know more than you about everything. you speak of love as if you were more than an infant, don’t judge on standards you built with your ignorance. ❞ every word is spat, voice cold as his eyes search for hers / 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖇 𝖏𝖚𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 ? ❝ i was raised to fight with my bare hands, i was raised to conquer lands and bring glory to my name. i was raised to love the gods and my family. do not speak of me of love when all you know about it is a speck of what love is. ❞ niklaus mikaelson, speaking of love to beautiful girls, of course it would be in the most terrible way possible.
despite the million things that hurt her, caroline forbes speaks of nothing but happiness. she sees the good in everyone, even in him. her own fault, her own doing, perhaps her own grave. SHE IS TOO FULL OF LIFE TO BE HALF LOVED. she knows, she knows. but she loved tyler, loved him more than anything else. watching him leave did something to her, it tore her apart, limb after limb. maybe that’s why it’s so damn easy to blame klaus, to speak to him with nothing but completely anger and hatred. it’s unknown, strange, to finally give up ... to finally lose control. tyler could’ve fought, could’ve stayed, could’ve been the love of her life. instead, his hatred was stronger than his love for her. it was his choice and somewhere deep down inside, caroline knows it. feels it, too.
she watches him, aware that he’s awfully close now, but not in a way she once upon a time wanted him to, no. he’s trying to intimidate her, trying to make her suffer. ‘’ seriously? are you really going to compare my life with yours? ‘’ bitterness escapes fleshed lips, brows furrows, scoff following through. WAKE UP, SILLY GIRL. DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE HIM. for he will hurt you. he will kill you. stupid, reckless and naive to think she meant something to him. ‘’ just because i’m seventeen doesn’t mean i don’t know what love is. ‘’ harsh words given, head tilted, remaining still, refusing to walk away from this, from him.
‘’ do you really think you’re the only one? i was alive, and then i died. my mother hated me, my father despised me, tried to kill me because he wanted to fix me and then he died. stop pretending like you’re some sort of god, klaus. you’re not the only one who has suffered. you’re not the only one who knows pain. we’re the same, and i know you know this but unlike you, i don’t turn it off. i don’t abandon the ones that i love. i don’t hurt other people. ‘’ step is taken back, green hues flickering back and forth between his own, the sadness, the pain, it is now very visible. and for the first time, she’s not ashamed. she wants him to know what he’s done to her, the heartbreak he’s causing her. ‘’ i will never forgive you for this. ‘’