#i cannot bELIEEEEEEEEEVE #HANNAH #HANN HOW DARE YOU HANAH JJAK #DO YOU U N D E R S T A N D WHAT YOU HAVE D O N E WITH THIS #my a study in how klaus took up photography dreams tucked into their bedspread zoomed in from the world outside to the one#nestled tight between just them #their stark white walls that he always leaves that way just for her #because she can never quite settle on just the right color #so he starts hanging pictures instead #and she stops trying to find that perfect color #says its because white is timeless and hey so are they who’s she to mess with a classic right #but they both know the real reason is because of these pictures #all the people she loves loves loves so much strewn about their walls and if her face pops up more than anything else combined well #she’ll huff and puff but she understands too that these pictures are for what klaus loves too#and what he loves #is h e r #i literally may never recover I CAN FEEEEL THE BREEZE COME IN THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW (via meliss “WOW LEAVE ME AT MY DEATH” matic)
and sometimes he’s gone for months at a time, some family business - she shits you not, actual words that come out of his mouth - and elijah gives one last wave and a light peck on her cheek and it’s just her and rebekah and a big old couch and a bucket-list long spread of movies they’ve missed over the decades, and rebekah tries to tell her that she’ll get used to it, that hollowing in your chest that comes from missing someone so much (too much) -
- but rebekah isn’t the most tactful of people so it comes out snarky and a bit spiteful and just a dash bitter, how nik promises you the world sometimes but he never said he’d be the one to give it, but then caroline wants to say - no. you’re wrong. her feet tangled with rebekah under the blankets; stefan coming over on the weekends with pizza and tequila and one day a cat (“surprise! his name’s stefan”) to keep her company; klaus coming home in the most quiet hours of the night, slipping in beside her so silently the bed sheets don’t even rustle (only in the way a thousand years of practice allows), that tiny kiss of apology that she turns her head away from, pretending she isn’t starved for his touch, but he knows (he always does); that tiny kiss that draws into something deeper, something hungrier, something she can taste in the cracks of his teeth and the heat of his breath, something that leaves a stain, something like blood—this is a world tucked into a little brownstone cut into the heart of a city that only took her a heartbeat to fall in love with. nobody had to give this to her. nobody had to promise her anything, not really. she didn’t have to take. it was something that’s been there all along, years in the making, like a perfect little pearl forming in the ichor insides of an oyster.
she fast forwards through the ending of mean girls and turns to rebekah and says, “your brother promised me the world, but maybe he knew it was already inside me all along.”
rebekah is quiet for a beat. and then: “inside us. we built this together - yes, we, all of us. not just you and i, and certainly not just you and nik.” she adds with a sniff, “and i still remember the hours of bitching i had to endure because you weren’t sure your coverlets were thistle grey or slate grey, and i’ll be damned if i let you forget that.”
they go back to their movie. somewhere in the middle of dead poet’s society they fall asleep, and when they wake up there’s an extra blanket covering them and the smell of coffee, and of klaus flipping bacon in the kitchen.
"breakfast as a peace offering?" rebekah snorts mid-stretch. "he better have bought you a bloody pearl necklace."
caroline just smiles; pretends she isn’t itching to leap into the kitchen, just as klaus tries his hardest not to turn around when she does finally make her way to him.
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