Closing time when lovers line to say goodbye one last time.
[...] Is this the end.
The last goodbye when I still love you.
— Closing Time, Fyfe
Klaus makes a promise that he cannot fathom to keep and so cheats.
Because if there's no room in Caroline's life for him, he'll make room for himself.
A Lesson in Goodbye, fadingtales.
Read this here.
"Tell me how I'm supposed to say goodbye," he runs his finger alo
throat, down to her shoulders before settling there, "when we've only just begun?"
[a lesson in goodbye]
"Caroline, I'm begging you. Don't walk away."
I really don't know what to say about one of my favorite angst fanfictions that I've read, but man, I love it so much.
The fanfiction is so incredible, incredible and perfect that I cried a lot reading it.
Thank you 'fadingtales', you are fantastic.
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AhhH~ I just noticed you reblogged one of my bellarke au gif sets. You're probably my favorite bellarke writer. =)
Oh wow, thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you to say, and I really appreciate you reading. I’ve seen your name around fandom too. :) Keep making awesome graphics!
Short something I did inspired by fadingtales post.
"These violent delights have violent ends"
"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Juliet softly called into the Capulet crypt as she began to descend down the stairs. She did not want to alert her husband to her arrival. But yet, she could not help but call out to him. It reminded her of that night so long ago (and yet it had only been a few days) where she had stood out on her balcony calling to him, and, unbeknownst to her, there he had been. Like now, he was right below her and she would find him.
A dagger was held behind her, already drenched in blood. The blood of all those who had stood in their way.
Friar Lawrence's blood was the first to be spilled, because he had dared to try and keep them apart. Claimed that she was not the shining star Romeo had believed her to be. That she was a demon in disguise that had come to torment him, and that his agreeing to their marriage had been a mistake. She had only laughed when the blood began to gurgle past his lips; Laughed as he slumped to the ground clutching at his throat like a desperate, thirsty man. He could no longer spot these horrendous lies to her person.
Then there had been Rosaline. Sweet, sweet Rosaline. A more true rose could not be found amongst the garden of the Capulets. She had learned of Romeo's desire for her and at the beginning but had paid it no mind. Now her mind was filled with only thoughts of Romeo and making him completely hers; He could never truly be hers if Rosaline lived, for he had once held affection for her and Juliet would never allow that affection to blossom once more into love. She would never let her dear, sweet, Romeo be pricked upon Rosaline's thorns again and be swept away in her grace.
Juliet paused in her descending of the family crypt. A wicked smile appearing on her beautiful, red, lips. Rosaline's death had fit so perfectly within her plans. Romeo had been exiled, but his attraction to Rosaline had been known. He would find a way to return and say his good byes and no one who think the wiser if they caught him doing so. Just a love struck fool saying farewell to his departed maiden.
Juliet glanced down at the remaining steps and she could just imagine it now. Romeo standing by Rosaline's sarcophagus, remorseful, and saying those goodbyes.
There was a flicker of betrayal and outraged that sparked in the pit of her heart, a fire that burned brightly in her eyes. That he was not just saying goodbye, but lamenting their lost time, and, their lost chance in his presumed privacy. Her grip on the dagger only tightened as she resumed her descent.
It had only take another moment for Juliet to reach the bottom and begin to hear Romeo's voice in the near distance. She approached him from behind, and not once had he heard or sensed her nearby. Romeo had his hand on the stone slab that held Rosaline's body just beneath it's surface. He had even left a rose, and appeared to be muttering compliments to her. All the things he would have said to her had been she been alive. Had she shown an interest.
Juliet saw only red. She suddenly imagined her white veil. That happy moment where, in secret, their families had come together through their union. That things were looking bright. Now there was just red. Her veil having blood drenched on it from seemingly everywhere. The blood raced down her body, coating her completely in it. The muffled cries of Friar Lawrence and Rosaline were both whispers as she closed her eyes to bask in it all.
She opened her eyes, and still there was red. The rose was red. While her bloodied veil had been but an illusion her red dress was not.
Romeo was saying his good byes now and everything seemed to slow down. He finished speaking with her cold body and was turning around, and at that same moment Juliet was moving at him preparing to pounce.
Pouncing she did. Romeo was taken off guard as Juliet through her body against him and they landed, hard, on the cold, stone, floor. He was shaking his head and had obviously been dazed by the impact. He never looked more beautiful than he was now, now that he was at her mercy.
"Juliet?" he whispered softly, as though she was a figment of his imagination. He had likely not thought she would come down here. That she would be here with him at all. Her eyes drooped as she took his expression in. Romeo was happy, excited to see her. But he had held that same expression (only sprinkled with despair) over Rosaline.
A smile graced Juliet's lips as she brought her face closer to her beloved husband's. He, in turn, brought his up to meet her. So eager to embrace after their time apart. It was quiet, where only their breathing could be heard.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow" she whispered against his lips (breaking the silence) as she drove the dagger into his heart. She muffled his scream with a kiss and when she drew back blood dripped from her lips as it did down his chin. His eyes watched her, and she knew, she was to be the last thing he would ever see. The light was fading from his eyes, and soon he was gone. .
Romeo was so beautiful like this, as Juliet laid on top of him, smiling to herself. Her red dress blended beautifully with the reddening of his own attire. The dagger was still wedged into his heart like a sword in the stone that only she could remove- because she was the true ruler of his heart. Not Rosaline. Not anyone. He was hers and hers alone.
They had married and consummated that marriage, and as she laid there she was reminded of that beautiful night. Where he taken her and made her a woman to be loved and cherished by him forever, and now he was dead, and in death he was truly hers forever.
Juliet drew a hand away from his chest to gaze at just how red her palm had become. She could almost imagine a beautiful red rose was clenched between her fingers, but there was no flower. Just blood.
She glanced over where Rosaline slept and saw the rose Romeo had placed there was white: of remembrance, that he was honoring her death with a farewell. Pushing herself off of Romeo she approached the slab and grabbed the rose, and almost instantaneously it had become a red one. A flower to signify her eternal love, that Romeo was now forever hers, and Rosaline's spirit was to bear witness to this final commitment.
Juliet squeezed the rose between her fingers and watched the white continue to disappear beneath the endless red coating her hand. She then made her way back to Romeo's side, tucking the flower in her hair, and once more laying on top of him. She watched his face, and felt him growing colder and colder beneath her. His eyes no longer saw, and yet, continued to watch her clearly. He was so handsome, she felt her heart flutter like the day they had met. Like the day they had professed their love. She closed her eyes and gave him another kiss.
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Hey guys wish me luck! I'm going to try reading my first non Bonnie centric fanfiction by the awesome author fadingtales. I'll be reading both Alls Fair and In Love And War. The graphics for these stories are wonderful!
Seeing a load of Klaroline oneshots by fadingtales and screaming "Yes! She's back!". I am so excited we just got back one of the most influential Klaroliners after she got tired of TVD and all of JP's bullshit.
