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He smiles at her as she gets in, his gaze traveling to where she’s sitting there beside him once the door is closed. “ It’s a surprise. Aren’t you at all interested in being surprised tonight? ”

It takes him a moment to really process what it is that he’s feeling. It’s all built there beneath the surface but he knows that allowing it out will only serve as something painful, something ultimately cutting. He sighs softly, taking her face in his hands as his eyes soften. They always soften when he looks down at her, they always soften whenever she looks up at him. It’s as though the world itself changes whenever he knows she’s seeing him far different than anyone else does.

“ Rebekah… ” he breathes out softly, small shake of his head given. Not in negation but in the inability to accept it. Only because he knows he can never give her the kind of life that she deserves after all this time.  "…you don’t know what you’re saying. “

and she certainly didn’t realize who she was talking to given the moment and the feelings that were coursing through him all at once. Here they are, possibly happy but he knows eventually he’ll ruin it.

Could he really be that DAFT or had she been imagining things? She wasn’t even completely certain, not anymore. She sighed heavily, shaking her head as her name came from his lips. Yet another excuse, perhaps? Or a REPRIMAND? She’d given away her life for him, followed him everywhere like a lost puppy and yet-- perhaps he was right. Perhaps she DIDN’T know what she wanted-- who she wanted.

Caroline looked down, staring down at her hands — well, Rebekah’s hands. She was right. She was A HUNDRED times more powerful in the body of an original than she was in her own frail, weaker, fledgling vampire body. But it still wasn’t HERS. She wanted her hands. Her fingers. The arms that had last hugged HER mom. And she sure as hell didn’t want to be stuck in a body that had had a threesome with Katherine Pierce’s daughter. Avoiding eye contact with Rebekah, she stared down at her phone, sighing at the text back she’d gotten from Bonnie. “Bonnie says we need a celestial event and we need to do a blood transfer. Also, some weird herb thing, I think?” She held out the phone for the other blonde’s inspection. “And probably a coven. So…what’re the odds that your brother will let us use his witches?”

worry writes across his features as he watches her. she looks uncertain, withdrawn and Klaus reaches to set his hands on either side of her face. Gently his thumb brushes along the side of her face, his brows lightly furrowing as he regards the way she looks at him. Something tells him she’s talking about something other than where they’re currently living.

“ Sweetheart - I’m happy, very happy. ” he draws her somewhat closer, taking in the breaths that she slowly lets out. He can breathe her in with  how close she was and he feels somewhat intoxicated by it, by her but dare he ever cross those lines?

A moment passes, between them this close, it feels like forever. “ I don’t believe I’ve ever been happier. Not with anyone before. ” his voice is soft, a mere whisper as he holds her eyes. “ Don’t talk as though you think it would be better for us to leave here. ”

HOW ELSE could she let him know what she felt for him without saying the words out loud? She couldn’t tell, at least not anymore. She closed her eyes for a few moments, letting herself get LOST with the feeling of his thumb grazing against her skin, opening her eyes after a while, her blue eyes reflecting on his as she breathed out, managing a smile.

“ Far more than. ” he tells her with a small nod of agreement before reaching for her hand so that he might lead her along towards the car. “ Tell me you’re excited otherwise I would have wasted my time for tonight. ”

i’ve neglected bekah quite a bit ( a lot, really ), oops. i will get to drafts-- soonish? hopefully this weekend.

mini starter call?

he can see a touch of upset whispering in her eyes and so he catches her again, his arm wrapping around her waist to tug her closer against him. She’s all softness and his eyes go over her features with a sort of studious look echoing across his face. She’s distancing herself and there’s a cloud hanging over them.

Lightly his brows furrow as he clears his throat to look closely at her. “ Rebekah - ” he breathes out, his hand falling slowly to her waist instead of holding her flush against him. his head cants some to the side as he takes hold of her hand.

With a gentle touch he runs his thumb over her skin while holding her eyes. “ - what’s wrong? ” he asks with obvious heavy confusion. “ You can tell me. ”

Could she REALLY tell him? And if she did, what would he say? Would he push her away like he had in Milan-- in Paris? She took in a sharp breath when he moved to tug her against his chest, his warmth making her slightly uncomfortable, a flush growing on her cheeks as she shook her head. She can’t-- she couldn’t be DISTANT from him, either. She’d begged for him to live the life he led, and she couldn’t keep running away.

WAS SHE READY? Caroline wanted to laugh at the question. She was ready for a lot of things. Paris. Milan fashion shows. Buttery foods and more carbs than she’d ever seen in her entire life. Part of her was prepared for New Orleans. She’d prepared herself for the carnage that she’d soon have to face — but there was never going to be a moment where she felt ready. Partially because it was just who she was. She wasn’t a killer. She couldn’t do this whole revenge thing and not feel the crushing weight of guilt over it. On another end of the spectrum, just being here felt like disrespecting her friends. But she didn’t want to think about their reactions. She was here for Rebekah. And no matter how unready she was to face all of this, she was READY to face it with her best friend.

Caroline turned and gave the other blonde a half smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Her eyes focused on the original carefully, trying to read her, trying to gauge her level of ‘okay.’ But it was harder than reading something through a brick wall. Rebekah had always kept things under wraps. But now was different. This wasn’t just some STUPID BOY that she’d fallen for. This was FAMILY. “Are you ready?”

“STOP doing that,” Caroline reached out, swatting Rebekah’s hand away from her hair. “It’s bad for my hair. It’ll damage it.” Not that she really CARED, given that it wasn’t her body. But still. The blonde sighed, rolling her eyes as she texted Bonnie again. “When I get my body back, remind me of how much I want to SLAP YOU right now.” Though she probably never would. They’d probably only end up going out for cosmos to celebrate. Again.

He wants to believe what she’s saying with all certainty. because if he just believe it maybe in some small way it might become true. Maybe with her hopefulness he might find refuge and give over this desperate torture that had injected inside of him ever since he’d been told of Elijah’s death. His brother, the lifeline that connected him to whatever was opposite of his constant and infernal darkness.

His hand is somewhat shaky as he takes the glass from her, downing it in one go and setting it down unsteadily onto the surface beside him. Her voice is assuring, her features are softened and Klaus wants the world to stop spinning, wants control back because he fears losing everything now that Elijah is gone.

“ How can you be so sure? ” he questions, a tone demanding as he held her eyes and then he’s shaking his head to negate her latter words. “ A sacrifice. That’s what we need, Rebekah. A sacrifice to take the place of The Hollow dying. ”

A heavy sigh left her as she watched Rebekah. PART OF HER wanted to stop her, nip the potential original-sized temper tantrum right in the bud, but for once, she wasn’t going to budge. Her arms folded stubbornly over her chest, glaring at the other blonde. “You know you could just APOLOGIZE, right?” She butted in, arching her brow. “I mean, no need to go into the DRAMATICS. I just need you to…not sleep with my best friends. Okay? Stefan is a no-fly zone. Seriously, okay? He’s one of my best friends. I only have like…two of you. I can’t lose him.”