Joseph on Caroline and Klaroline (x)
I don’t know what to believe :/
I still don’t understand why I’m not writing the show yet
"When I was 18 I was just absorbing everything around me: whatever happens, happens. I was so naive and willing to ride whatever wave life threw at me." — Paul Wesley
"Was this all a game?" Her roar had not shaken the walls, but it did tremble something very basic within him.
His silence mocked her, Klaus knew, but what on earth could he say?
Tears welled in her eyes, and a part of him had never found those cerulean orbs more beautiful. Reaching out to her and willing her to forget his harsh words, even though they still haunted the air around them, would have pushed her further from him- and she was so close!
A sob bubbled on her lips, and Klaus could only watch as she backed against the wall and slid to the floor. Something inside of him yelled at him to damn his pride and give her what she wanted- what he wanted- so he kneeled before her, scooping her into his arms.
"Caroline…" He felt the shiver run down her spine, threatening her composure further. She slammed her eyes shut, refusing to acknowledge the divination of her name. Two drops fell from between her lashes. He watched them crash into the fabric of her shirt.
"No," she gritted through suddenly elongated canines. Klaus did not see her eyes open, so mesmerized was he by the venom in her voice. But the darkening of her iris’s drew his gaze into them.
LIke a banshee from hell, Caroline tore herself from his arms, spinning around to face him. ”I am so done with this, Klaus.” Pain rode each syllable, leaving him wounded at the sound. “I have just bared my soul to you- I just gave you what you so infuriatingly wanted from me… and all you can respond with is an “I can’t” when I want some reassurance?”
Klaus’s mouth fell open, “Love-“
"NO! You do not get to speak!"
And then the fire she spoke with was nothing but a wisp of smoke, curling from her, a long tendril reaching out, strangling him, paralyzing him.
"You do not get to pull from me the hardest words I’ve ever spoken without returning the favor. You want my love? Then say it.”
Engorged veins fed into eyes blacker than his soul. They captured him, sucking him into their depths. He had never felt so weak, so helpless as he was ripped apart- every basic thing he was became nothing- and was swallowed by her eyes.
It was there, so completely destroyed, that he had seen everything clearly.
Klaus the immortal hybrid was being eradicated by her unknowing hand, and Klaus the man was sinking further into her, diving down her throat, desperate for that organ lying dormant in her chest. Oh, how it called to him!
"What do you want me to say, Caroline?" His voice was soft, deflated.
Her shoulders caved in, but he was not yet done.
With the grace of a panther, Klaus stepped towards her, lifting a hand to caress a cheek that flinched from his touch.
"What words could I possibly say," he took a deep, ragged breath, "to convey to you just how devastatingly in love with you I am? I, Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original, the hybrid, and the man, am petrified because I love you and nothing I say will ever properly convey that.”
For millennia, he thought that finally unlocking his werewolf side would bring him peace and happiness. The words that he spoke to his darling Caroline just then, proved him ever the fool.
Happiness was incarnated in the heartbreaking smile on Caroline’s face. And the elation she felt was for him- because of him- was worth each torturous second of the past thousand years.
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