Cristy, I N E E D a drabble, where they are holding hands, where Caroline takes his hand and Klaus is all shook pleaseee pretty please! slay me with your beautiful words
Thanks Madina! Love this prompt, know exactly what inspired it hehe. Consider this my take on the way I want this episode to go. I don’t watch the Originals (yet) and haven’t read any spoilers so this is just something I made up. Hope you like it, luv!.
When theSaints Go Marching In
She isnervous. She taps her feet on the floor at a rapid pace and attempts to calmherself. Is she really here? Is she really doing this? Will he be happy to seeher?
Yes, she’sextremely nervous. But she’s also something else.
CarolineForbes is hopeful. For the first time in her thirty-something life. And it is all because of himand the fact he never gave up on her. On them.
“However longit takes,” he’d murmured before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek after graduation. His solemnbut slightly optimistic look telling her he meant every uttered word. Years later, and after everything they’d experienced in their own lives and briefly together, it’s those observations that were bringing her back. Back to him.
Afterstepping off the plane at Louis Armstrong Airport and making her way via cab tothe French Quarter she is buoyed. The fact that Mardi Gras is well and trulyunderway; flashes of green, purple and gold rushing past the car window in alltheir brilliance only adds to her current mood.
Her cellrings, Caroline noting the caller ID and rolling her eyes. “Finally.” Shemutters while connecting. “Take your sweet time, Rebekah, it’s okay I have nothing better to do today.”
“No surprises there. And not that it’s your business but I’m busy doing my nails,” she drawls, her tone icy as usual. “So sue me, Caroline.” This was the very same person that begged her to save Klaus all those weeks back. How quickly she forgot the gratitude she showered on Caroline as early as last week?
“She’slying,” another voice interrupts. “She’s been sitting on her lazy ass andcomplaining all afternoon as usual, darling.” Caroline rolls her eyes, the Mikaelsonsibling circus in all its Original family glory.
“How manytimes have I told you not to eavesdrop on my conversations, Kol?” She hisses.Caroline can visualise the scene playing out between them without any difficulty. If he wasn’t an Originalvampire, she is certain Kol would be a hot pile of ash right now.
“I have nointerest in your pathetic and mundane conversations, Rebekah, but it’scertainly no fault of mine that your phone is on speaker and…”
“And Icouldn’t help but hear Klaus’ lady friend on the line. Let’s just say myinterest is piqued.” Lady friend? Caroline wants to argue that particular point but she’s on a deadline and her control freak tendencies won’t allow her to deviate from the plan.
“Or I canjust disconnect and you can keep squabbling.” Caroline is frustrated. If she could arrive quietly she would have but she needs to know where he is and unfortunately these two are her only hope. Sad state of affairs in Caroline’s view. “You just enoy hearing your own voices, don’t you?”
“Well, Kol certainly does,” Rebekah scoffs. Caroline hears the sounds of a physical altercation wondering who has attacked whom and whether Rebekah’s nails have survived the ordeal. Hopefully the one currently standing can give her the information she needs.
“Where is Klaus?” She growls in desperation.
“And what do you want with him exactly?”
“To kill him and then dismember the body and bury it in the woods, Rebekah,” she bites out sarcastically knowing that scenario isn’t possible while also unable to control her frustration. The cab driver is now looking at her in the rearview mirror in a mixture of disbelief and shock.
“Now that I would pay to see,” Kol chuckles, she rolls her eyes thinking she’d rather kill those two instead if she could for withholding precious and much needed information.
“Oh, for the love of God just tell me or I’ll text Klaus myself and tell him how difficult you are being.” Yes, she’s obviously desperate but if he loves her as much as he says, then this manoeuvre might be successful. They are both eerily silent, Caroline can tell they are holding a conversation with their eyes. At the same time she has this weird allegiance to smooth things over, they may be related one day after all. “Fine, I’ll give you all the gossip afterwards. I promise.”
“If Niklaus cries, I expect to be the first person you tell.”
Turns out his siblings were Klaroline shippers all along, something she would find out in detail later.
Klaus ismorose, his shoulders hunched as he nurses a whiskey while people celebratearound him at the bar. Even with his impressive, supernatural hearing he’s tuned out their cheering. Klaus enjoys Mardi Gras usually, the city comes alive and theatmosphere electric. This year he isn’t feeling it.
He wants to share it with them.
And the love of his life.
They’re both in Mystic Falls. One due to a horrible curse and the other because she isn’t ready to accept his proposal. Maybe she never will? It is something that haunts him daily.
“However long it takes,” he’d offered, knowing that she was in a different place than him at the time. He’d accepted it of course. That’s what love and devotion was all about. Klaus would wait for her forever and for some reason that was okay back then. Now, he is hopelessly lost and doesn’t know how to move forward. No enemy could scare him as much as the thought of an emotionally desolate future without them.
“So, what’sa girl got to do to get a drink around here?”
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