[It was never her intention to be dangerous, not like this. That doesn't mean it isn't the truth. It would have been safer back home, the entire world open to her if need be, she could run if she had to, even though she wouldn't.
Here, there was nowhere to go, and Klaus was far more dangerous than anyone else could have been. He was supposed to be in New Orleans, not pushing at the buttons she's trying to hide.]
Huh.
[No questions, just a single syllable of mild interest, but even that is feigned. She wanted context; she didn't really care what they'd been doing in that time. The only thing she knew for certain is that Elena had been gone too. She wasn't human anymore; she could smell it.
They reach the stairs and she starts to climb them in silence, her hand reaching to the pins that hold her hair in place, half up and out of her face. She flicks each of the pins away with her fingers as she pulls them free, listening to them sound like tiny bells as they hit the stairs. The rest of her hair pools around her shoulders and collarbone.]
no subject
Here, there was nowhere to go, and Klaus was far more dangerous than anyone else could have been. He was supposed to be in New Orleans, not pushing at the buttons she's trying to hide.]
Huh.
[No questions, just a single syllable of mild interest, but even that is feigned. She wanted context; she didn't really care what they'd been doing in that time. The only thing she knew for certain is that Elena had been gone too. She wasn't human anymore; she could smell it.
They reach the stairs and she starts to climb them in silence, her hand reaching to the pins that hold her hair in place, half up and out of her face. She flicks each of the pins away with her fingers as she pulls them free, listening to them sound like tiny bells as they hit the stairs. The rest of her hair pools around her shoulders and collarbone.]
Did you move any of my stuff?