open ; welcome to the inner workings of my mind

[persevere]

Who: Caroline Forbes + You + Closed Starters
Where: Everywhere
When: July 6th to the end of the month
Rating: This will get gory, most likely.
Summary: Caroline returns to Wonderland, but she's not quite herself these days...
The Story:

Deux Lux

[Caroline Forbes is here most nights, drinking the night away and dancing on any flat surface she can find no matter the height. She never drinks herself into oblivion because she wants to be at her best, on guard for any of her 'friends' that might feel the need to step in.

She doesn't want help. Anyone with half a brain could see she's just fine.

She's more than willing to dance with anyone who's willing, just don't let her pull you off to that dark corner or you might end up with a few puncture wounds and missing any recollection of the last couple of hours.]

Lake

[She actually carted an inflatable lounge chair out here, and anyone in her path would have seen a blonde blur as she doesn't even bother to hide the fact that she's different. The sun is out and she's in her bikini, hair tied into braided pigtails, sporting a pair of dark shades as she lazily kicks around in the water, catching some rays.

Sometimes you can catch her sunbathing on the edge of the water, too, laying casually out on a towel. Vampire or no, she still likes catching some rays.]

Mikaelson Rooms

[Those who are aware of her living arrangements or any of the others that live there as well can find her lounging in various common areas, usually with a drink in hand, and can be summoned to answer anyone who might knock at the door. She's almost always bored, biding her time with liquor and playing with her phone, stalking messages in search of juicy gossip and drama.

Or maybe she's looking for a snack. It's probably just fine, though.]

Choose Your Own Adventure

Feel free to set up anything anywhere. I'm very flexible.

Comments

[persevere]

Bullshit.

[The word flies out of her mouth the instant he finishes, her lips nearly brushing against his. His statement is a lie, one that she doesn't think he believes for a moment. He's right, she does have a complex, but she's never claimed not to be a control freak. He'd claimed she wouldn't take the cure given the chance, and she hadn't tried to deny it.

Becoming a vampire may have been the best thing that ever happened to her.

She liked being strong. He could call it a complex but he couldn't claim he didn't have his own.]

You're like the freaking king of complexes. Daddy issues, Mommy issues, abandonment, desire for power, intense paranoia. You practically have a freaking God complex so don't even try to stand here and try to convince yourself I'm the only one with the problem here.

[poppycock]

[ ​​​​he never claimed not to have plenty and then some. neither is he ever thrilled to hear them listed with such easy and complete logic and malice, particularly from those soft, pink lips that stir in him both perfect rage and frustrations. he leans back as she deals them, his already dark gaze nearly black, his expression calm and steady despite his burning anger.

it probably says something about his character that he's more bothered at her ripping into his god complex than any else. (or perhaps it's just the easiest and more relevant one to latch onto.) ] Gladly. [ he answers without pause, hovering more fully over her. ] But I am stronger, and I am faster, so that means you have to do as I say.

[ ​​​​and with that, he grabs her by the meat of her thigh, flips her over and yanks her legs fully off the bed. it's a dark, possessive impulse that drives him and one intent on proving his point. or at least goading and riling her up enough to stumble. he absolutely does smack her soundly on the ass.​

because he can, and entirely to rub her face in it.​ ]

[persevere]

[He thinks he has the upper hand because he's The Hybrid. Unfortunately, he's going to have to try a little harder than that, and as far as she can tell, the only one losing their cool is him.

The noise that leaves her throat is a coo instead of a gasp of rage, and she tosses her hair over her shoulder to look at him with raised brows, lifting her hips every so slightly as the smirk spreads across her face.]

Does that still apply if you're doing exactly what I want?

[She rolls over, her top half spread out across the bed, lifting her legs to hook around his.]

I always did like it when you got rough.

[poppycock]

[ he doesn't need his calm. klaus has has rarely if ever had one; his impulse has always been both his largest asset and greatest weakness. or perhaps that's her, here and now, tempting and taunting him to an edge he is always teetering on; a tension he did not realize was stretched so thin before it snaps.

the problem is he likes demonstrating his dominance a little too much. he likes and frustrates at the challenge and welcome she poses from it. he wants to bend and bruise her and put her in her place. he likes that she wants him to; they've always enjoyed the push and pull.

it's lust and rage that have him grabbing at her, uncoiling her from him with a speed and strength she could not fight if she wanted to do so. he pins her face down on the bed, a hand around the nape of her neck, his body pressed down on hers. it takes him a moment, his nose pressed into her hair, breath shaking, lips against her jaw, to remember exactly why he cannot take what he wants.

his exhale is heavy and long. he pushes her head slowly, further to the side to whisper to her, ] One day soon, I will.

[ he pushes himself off of her to retreat into the common area. she's still on house arrest okay. ]