[ he knows that she does: with fierceness in her heart and and in her smiles, caroline perseveres. i did the thing!! isn't that what he has done? build fortresses and terrors so great no one would ever challenge or cross him, and if they did—if they did, they would pay for the mere inclination. he has made a point to make himself invulnerable just as she, but not like her. not with hope, and faith, and worth.
not then.
the reminder of who she is jars him, for as breakable as she is, what is there strong enough to break her spirit? to cow his belief and admiration of it? no one. not even he, and he'd be remiss to imply it.
(but it doesn't change how someone could break her in other ways.)
his lips part and his exhale is heavy. jarred he was but now he nearly flinches, his eyes dropping to their entwined hands and his white-knuckled grasp. his eyes close for a prolonged few seconds at her questions, because what he wants is for her to be safe. for them all to be safe. what he wants is for her to stay removed from the darknesses that shroud him and be safe and happy.
(is it not the curse of all who love him and all he loves to suffer?) his fingers slowly loosen but klaus doesn't step away. when his eyes open, there is steel in them. there is love. more than anything, more than fear or uncertainty, there is guarantee: ] I promise you: [ he stops, caught in her eyes ] I will not let harm come to you. Not on my account. [ his smile is small, but true. ] And not only because you are perfectly capable. [ he believes those words. with one last look at her, he leaves her on the dance floor. ]
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i did the thing!!isn't that what he has done? build fortresses and terrors so great no one would ever challenge or cross him, and if they did—if they did, they would pay for the mere inclination. he has made a point to make himself invulnerable just as she, but not like her. not with hope, and faith, and worth.not then.
the reminder of who she is jars him, for as breakable as she is, what is there strong enough to break her spirit? to cow his belief and admiration of it? no one. not even he, and he'd be remiss to imply it.
(but it doesn't change how someone could break her in other ways.)
his lips part and his exhale is heavy. jarred he was but now he nearly flinches, his eyes dropping to their entwined hands and his white-knuckled grasp. his eyes close for a prolonged few seconds at her questions, because what he wants is for her to be safe. for them all to be safe. what he wants is for her to stay removed from the darknesses that shroud him and be safe and happy.
(is it not the curse of all who love him and all he loves to suffer?) his fingers slowly loosen but klaus doesn't step away. when his eyes open, there is steel in them. there is love. more than anything, more than fear or uncertainty, there is guarantee: ] I promise you: [ he stops, caught in her eyes ] I will not let harm come to you. Not on my account. [ his smile is small, but true. ] And not only because you are perfectly capable. [ he believes those words. with one last look at her, he leaves her on the dance floor. ]