[It's one of the aspects of what they are that Caroline doesn't have a lot of experience with yet. She knows how it works, knows she's capable of doing it herself, but for as nosy as she is, she's not one to necessarily intrude so intimately on her own. Pestering someone for gossip was one this. This?
This was another matter entirely.
She remains perfectly still as he leans toward her, stretching out his hand, the only movement being her eyes as they fall to his palm and then back up.
She doesn't hesitate. It does sound easier, at least from a technical stand point. Perhaps on an emotional one too; it's one thing to hear a story, and another to experience it and actually be able to put yourself in someone else's shoes.
But these were Klaus Mikaelson's shoes, well worn and no doubt bloody, and maybe she should be more afraid than she is as she nods, reaching forward to slip her hand in his.]
Okay. Show me.
[He wants her to know him, and she finds herself wanting to as well. Maybe it's because she wants to know what would lead someone to live the life he's had, why he could do such terrible things, to understand what could make someone who seemed to have good in them to be the cause of so much pain. Maybe that will help her come to terms with the fact that she cares about someone she should hate.
Or maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe she wants to know because he wants to tell her, and she doubts it's something her offers to just anyone.]
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This was another matter entirely.
She remains perfectly still as he leans toward her, stretching out his hand, the only movement being her eyes as they fall to his palm and then back up.
She doesn't hesitate. It does sound easier, at least from a technical stand point. Perhaps on an emotional one too; it's one thing to hear a story, and another to experience it and actually be able to put yourself in someone else's shoes.
But these were Klaus Mikaelson's shoes, well worn and no doubt bloody, and maybe she should be more afraid than she is as she nods, reaching forward to slip her hand in his.]
Okay. Show me.
[He wants her to know him, and she finds herself wanting to as well. Maybe it's because she wants to know what would lead someone to live the life he's had, why he could do such terrible things, to understand what could make someone who seemed to have good in them to be the cause of so much pain. Maybe that will help her come to terms with the fact that she cares about someone she should hate.
Or maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe she wants to know because he wants to tell her, and she doubts it's something her offers to just anyone.]