#how many fics can i have Caroline yell at Klaus about being married before it's just a motif

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - 1423 AU - Chapter 2

WIP Wed Birthday Edition! It is my Birthday! Happy Birthday 2 Me!

Second part, second chapter, whatever to all the walls of dreaming (they were torn wide open)

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It was with no little amount of force that Caroline flung the door to the inn chamber closed behind her. The wooden door slammed home into the frame and the latch clicked into place.

“Married?” She hissed at Klaus. “You had to compel the innkeeper into thinking we were married?”

“The one room was all they had, and I was of the opinion you’d make a terrible nun,” Klaus said mildly, setting his saddlebags on the table by the fireplace. It crackled nicely thanks to a pot boy that had dipped in quickly before them with a coal keeper and lit the kindling. 

An indignant noise escaped her. “Excuse you, I’d make an excellent nun. How do you think I made it across the country so quickly?” Her voice was proud as she slung her rucksack over the back of one of two plain wooden chairs tucked under the table.

The blue eyes that had had a tendency to linger on her watchfully these past few days of traveling together flicked up to meet hers in heated curiosity. “Have you a nun’s habit in that pack? Perhaps the proper vestments could be procured for myself, and we might make better time as members of the clergy.” A smile curled his lips, a wicked thing of dimples and sin. “I’m fond of pretend games, what about you, Caroline?”

Mary, mother of God. Caroline didn’t necessarily pray to her aside from keeping up appearances, but it didn’t hurt to be on polite terms with the lady. She doubted playing “Defrock the Priest” in a habit would be a good way of going about that. Aside from the fact that that was totally off limits. Klaus was totally off limits.

And still, despite her growing list of rules, she hadn’t been able to give him one to stop his flirting with her. It was ridiculous, he couldn’t possibly mean any of the things he said. Or at least, he was only saying them because Caroline was there and theoretically available. Surely?

“Klaus,” she said instead, “I’m going to pretend that you didn’t go through my bag while I was unconscious and don’t know exactly what’s in it.” The bags of goat's blood had been missing of course when she’d woken up the next morning covered to her chin in hay in a barn with the tang of blood in her mouth, and everything had been put back neatly, but instinct told her he’d gone through everything.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that,” Klaus equivocated, opening his saddlebags and pulling out an object, “The plethora of items in your bag unfamiliar to me would hardly suggest I know what is in there.”

Caroline rolled her eyes. Jerking on the drawstring on her pack, she reached in, hoping she had something clean that wasn’t that habit. “Just because you don’t know which ones are powdered lapis and which are powdered Devil’s Fingers mushrooms does not negate the fact that you’re nosy. It does mean you should keep your fingers out of my kit though, unless you want to be seeing things for the next few hours.”

“I’m afraid my imagination is already preoccupied.” He tilted his head, peeking at her through golden fringed lashes. “Now about that habit, how familiar are you with ‘Hail Mary’s? I always had an appreciation for the mantra over ‘Our Father’s. Being delivered from evil sounds dull, and I'm rather fond of temptation, myself.” His low voice made her skin prickle and she swallowed.