#niklavs

         BLUEBELL Madonna back in town after a small trip to Italy, that was really stressful to her. Her father won the presidency election in Italy again, and she had to be there for a few days, just to pretend her family is the perfect family. Waving, smiling to all people when she is just tired of faking. There is only one person that is quite annoying but know how her situation is like and 'understand her'. And he amuses her when he is not a little shit. Klaus. His place was the first place she went from the airport. She brought even booze for his place, to prove she is not there to piss him off. She rang on his doorbell, hoping to find him in home.

          𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 dressed as a magician as she did a few magical tricks and used Klaus as her assistant. Also there was materials for training 'magic' in her booth (she was selling, after all she’s raising money for charity), for the one who wants to practice. She loved making everyone smile, including the children that were excited with their curious looks, astonished. Once one more presentation was over, and the talk with kids as well, she grabbed Klaus hands and removed her hat from her head and went behind booth, and put a coat over her suit, it was a time for a break between the 'show'. Even though she was in high heels, she tiptoe toe and give a peck on his lips. ❛ Next magic trick, I'll split you in two. ❜ She teases him, smirking and biting her own cheek, as her dimples was showing in her own cheeks, and she put her top hat on his head. 

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 like that, Bluebell Madonna ended up in Malta with Klaus. She was stressed lately, and decided to give herself a break, nothing better than a vacation, right? This time wasn't traveling alone or with a group of people, but having none more or less than Klaus. Malta wasn't a place that she visited that much, maybe as child a long time ago. It was good to be back, after all those years. She hasn't told a single thing for her family that she would pass for Italy to arrive in Malta, even though her father visited her in NYC, to put more pressure on her and talk about business personally a few days ago. If he knew she was flying back to Italy he’d spare that trip.

Marry? Rhett, absolutely. Fuck: Owen. Kill? Klaus. But let’s go with kissing the old man, bringing him back to life and that shit.

Really? @alexmoralesx, @marcoriccii & probably @niklavs - the man knows how to wear a suit.

❛ Congratulations to say the name of all people I know, and yet here we are with this stupid game. I'd marry Ken, but we know don't know long it would last to be honest, so I suggest to make a bet if it'd last more than my first marriage. I'd fuck Jasper and kiss Owen. I think this is important to say this is a game and hypothetical situation, not real.❜

          Books. She was either going to the bookstore or was religiously going to the library to get them. It wasn’t just her job to read them, she was so in love with reading that all she did was reading. Well, if you don’t count the endless partying. “That’s a good one, but I don’t know,” she eyed the book in the man’s hands as she was standing close to him trying to decide whether to get a new Agatha Christie biography or maybe the one of a famous photographer.. but his life was too similar to the one person she knew - Peter Beard, who had a fondness for risk, drugs and beautiful women. Fuck that, she had her own Peter. Well, not really, but kind of. “I would recommend John D. Rockefeller’s biography,” shrugging with a smile, “it’s really something else.. is it a gift or are you trying to find a book for yourself?”

         The petite brunette was currently leaning against the bar top with a glass of red wine in her hand as she was observing the dance floor. It was full, but it was a given.. it was in nature of mortals to gravitate towards the hell - as if the imaginary one would protect them from the real one. Or prepare them, perhaps. “What the fuck?” A chuckle escaped her, a small one, barely heard, just as her words were said to herself, as her eyes have fallen onto a certain tall man and a blonde bombshell. They certainly had some balls, she had to give it to them.. or perhaps Klaus had never lost his. “What, you two about to make a new tape?” Teasingly she asked as they approached her.