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[highgaarden]

[points aggressively] kc + “i’m sorry that i got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

when i met you at the blood banks;

– 

klaus finds her in the room he’d kissed her in. no light came but from the lamp in the corner. she’s sitting in the little pool of light, knees drawn to her chest. 

at first, he stands in the doorway, watching her while a song starts playing in his head. it isn’t a problem when it’s just soft to begin with, but then gutters his chest with how loud it becomes - all with how she turns her head to look at him.

she’s been crying.

her eyes are dewy, her mascara smudged. there is blood on her lips, she smells like stale sunshine, sweat on skin, and a distant melancholy. he wants to paint daffodils after her hair. he wants to roll with her in a meadow, the meadow by what is now known as Steven’s Quarry, but before, back when there were forests instead of roads–he wants to take her there, to the site where he’d once buried twelve dead witches for her. he wants to kiss her there, too.

“did something happen, love?” klaus asks. he isn’t afraid of the answer: he is afraid for her, for how impulsive she is, but tries to reign control, still. she will want answers out of this, and then bury them deeper than he did those witches. 

but then–but then, caroline nods. for how shaky she was before, her nod is anything if not resolute. her eyes are blue, he discovers just how. 

he runs towards her.

–

he is bored and nowhere near drunk. the oldest being on earth couldn’t possibly get drunk over mimosas. perhaps if he’d been allowed to spike it with blood… but caroline had insisted on a clean and quick run, and so he must resist.

he keeps the flask of o negative in his jacket though.

caroline is ever the hostess. she makes everyone laugh with her cheeriness. she’s always had that effect. she’d always been beautiful with conversation. he’d buried twelve witches for her - he was very much compromised in that aspect. 

“klaus!” she beams when she sees him. she is the sun, she is the air. 

“caroline,” he says from across the room. he crosses in no time. she’s a little struck: she’s specifically said no vampire abilities.

he smiles, only slightly teasing, “you called my name, love.”

can’t deny that. she sighs. “fine. but no more funny business. come meet the donovans.”

–

caroline passes him a satin-encased pillow. “the donovans have no clue. same with the gilberts.”

“i had no luck with the youngs either,” klaus says, taking the pillow with one hand. with his other he pulls the covers back, and she helps from her side. soon there is space for them to wiggle in. she slides easily into bed, her back bumped into his chest. 

cautiously, he wraps his arms around her waist. caroline relaxes against him. he nearly crushes her with relief.

– 

“nothing will happen,” caroline insists.

“and if something does?” klaus challenges. “you can’t consent to living with a man for three months and not expect anything to happen.” 

“but you’re not a man,” caroline says, stepping firmly up to meet him. he almost grabs her by her shoulders. “you’re klaus. and more than that: you’re a hybrid overlord. you can’t tell me a thousand years still hasn’t taught you restraint.”

he bares his teeth. that is not enough of a counter for him, and he will let her know as much. 

caroline, to his pleasure and relief, falters. that’s it–there’s his hook. “give me something i can work with, caroline.”

“then i’ll.” caroline swallows. her eyes are so, so wide, she doesn’t seem so sure now. “then i’ll open up.”

he stares.

she could not be talking about– no. she couldn’t be. he clears his throat before asking: “what?”

caroline takes a deep breath, let’s it out slowly as she squares her shoulders. “it means you can stop, klaus. you’ve been trying to reach me for years, and you - don’t have to anymore. i’ll meet you in the middle. i’ll… i’ll walk towards you, klaus. i’ll meet you somewhere.” 

klaus’ mouth parts. his mouth feels cavernous and dry. he has no breath. he forces himself to recover by clenching and unclenching his hands. “you drive a hard bargain, sweetheart.”

she smiles sweetly. shakily. “i know.”

–

“where is my fucking father?” caroline, for all the mud in her voice, is sitting on the hood of his car. 

the salvatore boy - the one with the blue eyes - spits red at her boots. “beats me.” he flicks his eyes to klaus. “not that you haven’t already.”

“this is boring,” the other one groans. caroline eyes him curiously. the other salvatore has a mercury-like tint in his gaze, it chills, it burns. makes people fidget. 

but they are not people.

“you know something, don’t you?” she asks, lashes casting a shadow on her cheekbones.

“the salvatores always know something,” klaus yawns, and breaks damon’s neck.

–

the harp and the violins sing, there is a murmur in the air. everyone is perfumed like a garden and yet everyone stinks to high hell, smelling like cold packaged blood, stale, rotting–

“klaus–!”

she pulls the man away from him. her hair is falling down her neck. “what the fuck–”

“i am sick of this,” he hisses, and he doesn’t know where it comes from, but there it is, he wants to hold her, damn it, damn her–

“you promised,” she shoots back. the hem of her gown is now stained with neck blood, which is different from wrist blood, with how it gushes, how it’s just that much hotter–

“your eyes! stop that!”

he can’t, he is sick of this terrible town, city, life, hasn’t been back in years, doesn’t know why he’d even agreed on such a futile scooby-doo mission.

“klaus, look at me.”

he can’t. she’s too close. he might just– 

he kisses her.

when their lips touch there is a moment where everything is just warm, where everything is just the close of their eyes and her fingers finding their way to his hands, where they’d arrived at her jaw.

ever so gently, she pries him off. his eyes open, he takes a step back. perhaps a breath as well, and just looks at her.

she’s tracing her lips with her fingers. there is not a surprise in her eyes. he’d kissed her. she’d traced her lips, after.

and then she says, “don’t do that again.”

he gulps. his hands uncurl from their fists.

she slips his ring off her finger and puts it on the table between them, and then walks out the door.

– 

there is, in mystic falls, an affliction for balls the way the sky has an affliction for the storm, and caroline is standing in all that wet with her gown drenched about her ankles.

her mouth is red and trembling. she is crying.

stefan, she’s come to know, is somewhere behind her. she doesn’t bother to check. she can hear the rattle in his chest. the rattle of blood and murder. she can smell it in the grip of his hand around the stake he’d shown her earlier.

“alaric,” he says. like a careless flick. the name means nothing to him, but it spills volumes down her throat, makes her want to choke. “he got too used to dying and coming back. ever seen black mirror? it’s a little like that.”

she nods and attempts a laugh. that’s all it is, really - an attempt. “i’m going to find him now,” she says.

caroline gathers up her dress, takes fifty steps, is about to tumble into a run when she hears the creak of stefan’s voice, “wait - your promise.”

over the howl of the rain she tilts her head, she can only just make him out, flickering in and out between the sheets of water pouring down. “what?”

“you were going to.” he grits his teeth, strangles it out of himself, “help me.”

she nearly slips in the rain, it is that ridiculous. “how the hell am i supposed to help you turn it back on?”

in a blink stefan is in front of her. “klaus did this to me, your beloved, your sworn companion. there is a barrier i can’t cross. i have tried. all the witches in this forsaken town have tried.”

“there’s only one witch here.”

stefan swears, lets the rain drip into his eyes. “you’re just like him.”

it was the shock of it all that she just stops her from tearing out his throat. and all stefan does is smirk.

–

it goes without saying that she finds alaric. she doesn’t find klaus before that. 

and of course alaric is smiling, in front of all these young children, showing them a map of the town, pointing out secret tunnels, hidden legends, inciting a curiosity in their stuttering hearts.

she’d been ready to eat him in front of the entire class. now, she just stands in the doorway.

“excuse me, miss.”

she is shaken out of her thoughts. “i’m - nothing.” she says. “sorry,” she says again, apologising to the man who’d murdered her father. the man, the one with the beating heart, the laughing grin, the blood behind cheeks, who’d missed a button in his shirt and had a coffee stain on the cover of his stupid notebook.

“it’s alright,” he waves it off. lets her shut the door.

in the empty hallway she spills onto the ground like sand.

–

yes, something happened.

“i’m too much like you,” she says. she is staring at the ceiling, not looking at him, but looking at a meadow, maybe, pocked with flowers that grow only in the wild, in soft palms, in the grooves in her cheeks. “and at the same time, i’m too different. i’m in between. i’m nowhere.”

he waits.

“and i thought - having your name locked with mine would - somehow, make everything easier. i could pretend to be who i wasn’t, it would be easier to kill him without having the weight of my mother’s hand on my shoulder. or - or my dad, crying - telling me i’m–” 

she chokes. he reaches for her, she is so heavy, her pain is so small yet so infinite, he is careful not to let it crumble in his hands. “you’re too much like them.”

“i want to be too much like me,” she cries. “something happened. i can’t find my heart anymore.”

and this is it, this is her promise. she opens like an oyster, awash with salt, with the endless ocean in her, moving, moving, moving. 

he finds her pulse in her neck, traces down, it is there all right, he tells her where to find it, but she closes his hand with hers, and smiles, and there is so much water in her eyes it’s like it’s raining in the room, and he cannot be here anymore, and yet he cannot be anywhere, not anywhere she doesn’t exist right next to him.

“i’ll find it again soon, i don’t know, maybe tomorrow. right now, just…” she exhales. 

“love is like this, you know,” he says, softly, afraid. their foreheads almost touch.

“maybe,” she agrees sleepily. “maybe.”

[accidental-rambler]

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Here you will find everyone attending the Arlington Night 1 show on October 5, with their seats and costume posts (if provided)! If you are attending Arlington Night 1 and are not on this list*, send us an ask with your name, seats (Section, Row, Seat), and tour post (if you have one)!!

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[highgaarden]

soley - pretty face

( listen )

side by side (listen to our blood run);

.

.

it’s in a life moved centuries beyond mystic falls that klaus finds her. she is a dancer now. she stands in between two mirrors, frowning at the strong lines of muscle in her back. her toes do not quiver even for a second as she bounces her weight on them, scraping the wooden floors in careless turns and minute pirouettes. 

klaus leans his back against the door in the far end of the room. he is content to just watch her, but he fears she’ll soon know of his presence by the untimely tick of his thirsty heart.

caroline drops to her feet. she doesn’t say a word at first, only stares at him through the reflection of the glass. from where he’s standing, he sees a thousand carolines, all looking at him.

he wonders what her first words to him would be. he would be hearing them for the first time, for the third time now.

caroline seems to have made a decision. she will devour him, he thinks. but she will do it softly. 

(he hopes.)

“i’ve seen you before,” she says. “you came to watch me dance two nights ago.”

“i wanted you to see me,” he says. “i thought i’d stop beating around the bush and get right into it this time. see how things go, shall we, love?” he pushes away from the door and walks towards her. every step he takes echoes sharply; he rather likes that. 

“in two days, you’ll learn you despise me. in five days, you start to only dislike me. in seven days,” he says, his steps slower now that he’s starting to approach her, “we will kiss.”

caroline gives no other reaction that the curious tilt of her chin. it is a small gesture, barely realised, but klaus takes it in victoriously. 

it makes him reckless, and he walks right into the space of her, arranging his arms around her hips, his hands gripping onto the metal pole drilled into the wall. she has not looked away from his eyes even once. 

his voice is low; he is entranced, too: “in a fortnight you make me yours and i attempt to make you as mine as you can allow–and you won’t know it yet, but you’ll have fallen in love with me already.”

“such mighty words from a stranger.” she smiles coolly. she has allowed her neck to fall back ever so slightly, her yellow hair is pressed against the mirror. “i’m too smart to be seduced by you.”

ah, klaus sears in excitement, his heart claps once again. “you are, sweetheart. this is how it starts.”

she is shaking now. it’s as if she’s only just noticing how close they are. “how what starts?”

“when you slap me, please avoid my right side - nicked myself shaving this morning.” he sends her an i’m entirely serious look before ducking down to kiss her.

she’s so shocked that she doesn’t have time to close his eyes, but he knows (oh he knows), vixen that she is, she couldn’t help sneaking in a returning kiss.

this is how it always starts.

but caroline punches him this time, in his eyesocket. 

all in due time he supposes.

he inspects the bruise as he’s getting ready for the ballet. it is a funny looking thing, because he swears he can see the imprint of her knuckles.

that night, he makes sure he is the first at her dressing room with flowers. she’s not there, as expected, but she does leave him a silk handkerchief behind, with the red imprint of her kiss.

he feels a grievous love, and barks out his laughter. five hundred years later and she still fancies herself scarlett o’hara, just like every other life before this new one.

he pockets the slip of silk and starts his pursuit.

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