#i cannot bELIEEEEEEEEEVEĀ #HANNAHĀ #HANN HOW DARE YOU HANAH JJAKĀ #DO YOU U N D E R S T A N D WHAT YOU HAVE D O N E WITH THISĀ #my a study in how klaus took up photography dreams tucked into their bedspread zoomed in from the world outside to the one#nestled tight between just themĀ #their stark white walls that he always leaves that way just for herĀ #because she can never quite settle on just the right colorĀ #so he starts hanging pictures insteadĀ #and she stops trying to find that perfect colorĀ #says its because white is timeless and hey so are they whoās she to mess with a classic rightĀ #but they both know the real reason is because of these picturesĀ #all the people she loves loves loves so much strewn about their walls and if her face pops up more than anything else combined wellĀ #sheāll huff and puff but she understands too that these pictures are for what klaus loves too#and what he lovesĀ #is h e rĀ #i literally may never recover I CAN FEEEEL THE BREEZE COME IN THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOWĀ (via meliss āWOW LEAVE ME AT MY DEATHā matic)
and sometimes heās gone for months at a time, some family business - she shits you not, actual words that come out of his mouth - and elijah gives one last wave and a light peck on her cheek and itās just her and rebekah and a big old couch and a bucket-list long spread of movies theyāve missed over the decades, and rebekah tries to tell her that sheāll get used to it, that hollowing in your chest that comes from missing someone so much (too much) -
- but rebekah isnāt the most tactful of people so it comes out snarky and a bit spiteful and just a dash bitter, how nik promises you the world sometimes but he never said heād be the one to give it, but then caroline wants to say - no. youāre wrong. her feet tangled with rebekah under the blankets; stefan coming over on the weekends with pizza and tequila and one day a cat (āsurprise! his nameās stefanā) to keep her company; klaus coming home in the most quiet hours of the night, slipping in beside her so silently the bed sheets donāt even rustle (only in the way a thousand years of practice allows), that tiny kiss of apology that she turns her head away from, pretending she isnāt starved for his touch, but he knows (he always does); that tiny kiss that draws into something deeper, something hungrier, something she can taste in the cracks of his teeth and the heat of his breath, something that leaves a stain, something like bloodāthis is a world tucked into a little brownstone cut into the heart of a city that only took her a heartbeat to fall in love with. nobody had to give this to her. nobody had to promise her anything, not really. she didnāt have to take. it was something thatās been there all along, years in the making, like a perfect little pearl forming in the ichor insides of an oyster.
she fast forwards through the ending of mean girls and turns to rebekah and says, āyour brother promised me the world, but maybe he knew it was already inside me all along.ā
rebekah is quiet for a beat. and then: āinside us. we built this together - yes, we, all of us. not just you and i, and certainly not just you and nik.ā she adds with a sniff, āand i still remember the hours of bitching i had to endure because you werenāt sure your coverlets were thistle grey or slate grey, and iāll be damned if i let you forget that.ā
they go back to their movie. somewhere in the middle of dead poetās society they fall asleep, and when they wake up thereās an extra blanket covering them and the smell of coffee, and of klaus flipping bacon in the kitchen.Ā
"breakfast as a peace offering?" rebekah snorts mid-stretch. "he better have bought you a bloody pearl necklace."
caroline just smiles; pretends she isnāt itching to leap into the kitchen, just as klaus tries his hardest not to turn around when she does finally make her way to him.
gracieabrams
yousharknotpass
gummygunk
tangentwithtanner
