of course he has felt this with camille, time and time again: the intense excitement lighting and heating him up all at once, the perpetual impulse to smile and blush at the touch of her hand or the curve of her lips and warmth of her eyes. even when they have been vicious and cold to each other, he had never felt quite that angry, quite that enchanted, quite that moved and twisted up inside.
there have been girls. here and there. fleeting infatuations followed by a tampering of affections. but klaus has never felt this way, feeling his hand slip into camille's as they enter honeydukes (because he's certainly not going to madame puddifoot's and they agreed it's too early for a butterbeer).
it's never too early for chocolate and candy. the flush in his cheeks is surely an effect of the chill in the air and not how her fingers align and twine with his, no. not even the weariness of his bones and the ill weight of the full moon tomorrow night clouds his smile. ] I suppose you don't want ice mice during our date? [ he teases, gesturing to the bucket of candy that make teeth chatter something fierce.
( closed to cami )
of course he has felt this with camille, time and time again: the intense excitement lighting and heating him up all at once, the perpetual impulse to smile and blush at the touch of her hand or the curve of her lips and warmth of her eyes. even when they have been vicious and cold to each other, he had never felt quite that angry, quite that enchanted, quite that moved and twisted up inside.
there have been girls. here and there. fleeting infatuations followed by a tampering of affections. but klaus has never felt this way, feeling his hand slip into camille's as they enter honeydukes (because he's certainly not going to madame puddifoot's and they agreed it's too early for a butterbeer).
it's never too early for chocolate and candy. the flush in his cheeks is surely an effect of the chill in the air and not how her fingers align and twine with his, no. not even the weariness of his bones and the ill weight of the full moon tomorrow night clouds his smile. ] I suppose you don't want ice mice during our date? [ he teases, gesturing to the bucket of candy that make teeth chatter something fierce.
so presumptuous klaus ]