brightestlight | Klaus: Feb 14

An hour ago, she'd been furious. An hour ago, she hadn't talked to Mystique, and she hadn't really done anything besides busted a sandbag and been on her way to busting another one. Now, though... now, she found herself actually hesitating before going into her room, and she realises that she hadn't even taken the tape off her hands, sort of going back and forth until finally, the door slides open and it's not like she can just act as if she wasn't there the whole time. The fact that it's Valentine's Day has totally slipped her mind and fallen by the wayside, because she's got a whole other set of problems, and besides, the days sort of bleed into one another here.

"Hi," she says, sitting at the end of their bed, unwinding the wraps from her hands. She hasn't really talked to Klaus about what she's been doing with Logan and Mystique past the occasional I'm meeting with Logan today or I ran into Mystique earlier. He knows what she's up too, or at least she thinks he does, but she's never really gone into it in detail. So now, her all flustered and unwrapping her hands, it's a little unusual.

She takes a deep breath, and she's trying to formulate a question, because nobody knows her better than he does, and she's got a lot of things in her head right now but instead of the things she wants to ask - Do you think I can protect myself and Tell me if you think I'm wrong (which, of course, would have lead to another million questions about what the hell she was talking about, given that she didn't tell him about the whole guard duty/getting turned down fiasco, either) - she just asks quietly, "Do you take me seriously?"

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She turns towards him, and her brows furrow, nodding slightly when he asks. Her eyes are shining with tears, but she speaks quietly, like she's telling him a secret. "I want what you said," she admitted, her eyes searching his. "The art, and the world, all of the worlds, and I don't know what to do."

Her eyes flicked up to his. "I want- I feel like being a vampire makes me a monster, sometimes. That I want people, that when you talk about all those things that are violent and awful I can see myself doing them." She hesitated. "But I still- I care, and it's stupid, but I just wanted to do all of those things like dances because I didn't want to regret not being there." She wanted to go to a dance without being mad at him; she wanted to be prom queen (because, let's be real, she'd win), and she wanted to have those memories with her friends, before she had to leave, sooner or later.

She shook her head, looking up at the ceiling as she exhaled slowly. "But I know that we're not there anymore. Neither one of us." She looked back at him. "How do you know? If-" And it's dangerous territory, talking about his family, because she knows how much he misses them, but she just sort of barrels ahead anyway. "Your family means so much to you. How can you just be without them?"

It is dangerous territory, he can feel it in his chest, that unease, that anger that makes him want to lash out, and Caroline and Star are the closest things, and the wolf didn't ask the question.

"I don't have a choice, do I," he says in a controlled voice, because he's thinking about Finn as well, and he wants to rip their throats out.

"None of us do," and it's out before she can stop it, that sharp answer because she's on edge anyway. It's out before she registers the anger in his voice, and it makes her pull back into herself. "I- sorry." she says, because she doesn't have anything else she can say. "I didn't mean..." And she did mean, she did want to know how someone who was so defined by the people around him, the people he cared about, how he could function here, but she hadn't realised how angry he still was.

"I just- Yeah." And she pushes herself off the bed, shaking her head. He doesn't have the answers for her - he never has, even though he was a big part of what guided her to make her own choices. "I guess I just need to figure it out. Listen to myself, and all that. Thank you." And it's sort of her trying to back away from the question she'd asked, even though she's never been particularly good at defusing this sort of thing.

"Don't thank me," he tells her, and he stands up, and he has to get out of there. "Be true to yourself, it's all that bloody matters."

Except for how he can't be true to himself, because that might get them both lynched. But he is dying for a proper meal, or at least some decent violence.

"I have to get some air," he adds, as if he were just going for a walk, as if there were any air around that was actually fresh air, as if he could just step out and into the sunlight.

And he's gone before she can say anything, Star making a low whine at his sudden departure, and the general tension in the room.

Klaus: Feb 14

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