She arrives home with a shin of sweat on her skin, the taste of gin still lingering in her mouth and a feeling of lightness that she hasn’t experienced in months. Ruthie had been right ---- she had needed to let loose, forget the weight of her problems and just remember what is like to have fun.
(she can go back to reality in the morning; the alcohol fueled headache will help ground her)
Bonnie shuts the door behind her, leaning against it with a sigh. As she breathes in deeply the first hint of cigarette smoke tickles her senses. She wrinkles her nose, the scent intrusive to her current mood. But like a moth to a flame, she is drawn towards it, her steps shaky at first and then measured.
Something is not right.
Klaus Mikaelson stands in what passes for her home, looking out of place among the clutter in a suit made entirely of straight lines. A cloud of smoke hangs close to him, shrouding his face until he steps forward.
His eyes. She has heard the rumors --- there is something about his eyes that pull you in and hold you there. She takes a deep breath, standing her ground as best he can. He looks her over, a leisurely perusal that sets every part of her on edge.
Then he is stubbing his cigarette out on her mantle. “Miss Bennett,” he begins, a smile sliding across his face. “I heard you were the woman to come to if one is in the need of the kind of assistance you can’t find anywhere else.” He traces a finger across one of the many glass bottles she has personally filled.
Forget the morning, reality hits now. And hits hard.
send 🍟 to steal one of my muse’s fries » accepting
" YOU THINK you’re being cute, don’t you, huh ??? “ she asks her boyfriend, raising a dark eyebrow as he snatches a french fry off of her plate && eats it in front of her —— WITHOUT ANY SHAME it seemed from the smug look on his face. padmé reacts by grabbing her plate && stands before walking to where anakin sat, && SEATED HERSELF on his lap placing the plate on front of him. “ well you are CUTE —— && hungry it seems, “ she giggles grabbing a french fry && holds it in front of his mouth, “ here, let’s share. “
