[ she is a novelist, if that's what she wants to be; that's as far as klaus is concerned. she's more: in this moment, like so many others, she's beautiful, and kind, and sweet. but most of all she is true and right, and it's so rare that klaus feels and believes in what sounds too good and pure to be real.
but he cannot deny this, for he has known it intimately.
(this is why she is his family. she points him to true north; perhaps that's what she is, for him.)
he looks away as she speaks, weathering the pricking of tears in his eyes. it only takes the space of her last few words to manage it, his chin lifting with resoluteness. (he cannot put into words just how much it means to him, that she thinks he's being brave. that she thinks he is brave. that she hopes it for him, too.
it's one of the few times he has heard it. perhaps it's the first.
but language is not only for lovers; he is sure she can see how it moves him.) ] I'm certain you'll always be brave, princess. [ it's all he can think to say, to give. he takes a step closer and takes her hand in his, his long fingers twinning with hers. he leans in, promises in a teasing, conspiratorial whisper, ] But if you're wrong about Damon, I will break his knees. [ a gentle tug and he's inching them towards the great hall. ]
no subject
but he cannot deny this, for he has known it intimately.
(this is why she is his family. she points him to true north; perhaps that's what she is, for him.)
he looks away as she speaks, weathering the pricking of tears in his eyes. it only takes the space of her last few words to manage it, his chin lifting with resoluteness. (he cannot put into words just how much it means to him, that she thinks he's being brave. that she thinks he is brave. that she hopes it for him, too.
it's one of the few times he has heard it. perhaps it's the first.
but language is not only for lovers; he is sure she can see how it moves him.) ] I'm certain you'll always be brave, princess. [ it's all he can think to say, to give. he takes a step closer and takes her hand in his, his long fingers twinning with hers. he leans in, promises in a teasing, conspiratorial whisper, ] But if you're wrong about Damon, I will break his knees. [ a gentle tug and he's inching them towards the great hall. ]