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Jun. 18th, 2012 10:47 amHungry. Caroline Forbes was hungry, and it was, excuse the pun, eating at her. Every person she looked at, it made her drool, and twice her fangs had dropped when she'd just been looking at somebody. Because she felt like she could hear their heartbeats even if she couldn't, and seriously, eat-dream-sleep it was people and how close she was to just ripping out throats and eating the whole station.
Except people would come back, and Klaus would be super pissed if she started a witch hunt, and maybe she had some feelings, maybe she had a lot of feelings and the last thing she wanted was for him to totally hate her guts. So she drank the super gross crap the replicator was giving her, until she felt like it was playing with her - the third cup of disgusting sludge that maybe had been blood years before made her want to punch something and she had - and it was only just now that her hand had healed enough so that she could use it again. Her replicator was shot, and she'd moved into Klaus' room without a second thought. Looking at the drawings he'd made of her and his family, more of her clothes in his closet.
She'd been doing okay, sort of. She hadn't beaten his replicator into a sparking, weirdly buzzing mess, and she, if she said so herself, looked awesome - knee high black boots, hot but not trashy rest of it, and she looked human. That was important, too, because it wasn't like she could run around being all Woman of the Night, now could she?
So, right, all her Ts crossed, her Is dotted, she'd last until Klaus got back, until she could make her case for catching a bite - and even as she was thinking about it, even as she was walking down the concourse, she slowed to a stop as a man walked past her, and she just... stopped. "Hey," she said, her lips curving up into a smile. "Hey, do you have a second?"
Except people would come back, and Klaus would be super pissed if she started a witch hunt, and maybe she had some feelings, maybe she had a lot of feelings and the last thing she wanted was for him to totally hate her guts. So she drank the super gross crap the replicator was giving her, until she felt like it was playing with her - the third cup of disgusting sludge that maybe had been blood years before made her want to punch something and she had - and it was only just now that her hand had healed enough so that she could use it again. Her replicator was shot, and she'd moved into Klaus' room without a second thought. Looking at the drawings he'd made of her and his family, more of her clothes in his closet.
She'd been doing okay, sort of. She hadn't beaten his replicator into a sparking, weirdly buzzing mess, and she, if she said so herself, looked awesome - knee high black boots, hot but not trashy rest of it, and she looked human. That was important, too, because it wasn't like she could run around being all Woman of the Night, now could she?
So, right, all her Ts crossed, her Is dotted, she'd last until Klaus got back, until she could make her case for catching a bite - and even as she was thinking about it, even as she was walking down the concourse, she slowed to a stop as a man walked past her, and she just... stopped. "Hey," she said, her lips curving up into a smile. "Hey, do you have a second?"
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Jun. 6th, 2012 02:59 pmAre you coming over?
It's the text that makes her chew on her lip, that makes her type four answers and delete them and then type again and then delete that, because it's not so simple as yes or no, and she's spent the last four hours going what am I doing and being weirdly girl-power-self-affirming because she's making a choice for herself, but then wondering what the hell Bonnie and Elena would say, and then wondering what Tyler would do, but she's not thinking about Tyler, because she's not letting her think about Tyler, because- because. Because she's not. Because she doesn't love Klaus, she loves Tyler, but this thing she's got isn't dating, and-
And it's sort of crazy. Of course it's crazy.
But he sends her a text asking her if she's coming over, and she starts tearing through her clothes after she goes back and forth, but she just sort of gives up, and ends up in leggings and a t-shirt that's belted like a dress and flipflops, but she's got makeup on and she's trying to balance between not looking like she tried too hard or too much, and looking nice.
It's a delicate line, and as she's walking to his room, she walks halfway, and then turns around and walks back, and then stopped again, turning back, because she's going to do this, and when she gets to his room, she hesitates but the door's open and she's got a pillow under her arm because it's hers and she just goes in. "I'm spending the night," she informs him, and she looks at him like What're you going to do about it? and she sort of flops into one of his chairs, folding up her feet, like she wasn't here like six hours ago.
It's the text that makes her chew on her lip, that makes her type four answers and delete them and then type again and then delete that, because it's not so simple as yes or no, and she's spent the last four hours going what am I doing and being weirdly girl-power-self-affirming because she's making a choice for herself, but then wondering what the hell Bonnie and Elena would say, and then wondering what Tyler would do, but she's not thinking about Tyler, because she's not letting her think about Tyler, because- because. Because she's not. Because she doesn't love Klaus, she loves Tyler, but this thing she's got isn't dating, and-
And it's sort of crazy. Of course it's crazy.
But he sends her a text asking her if she's coming over, and she starts tearing through her clothes after she goes back and forth, but she just sort of gives up, and ends up in leggings and a t-shirt that's belted like a dress and flipflops, but she's got makeup on and she's trying to balance between not looking like she tried too hard or too much, and looking nice.
It's a delicate line, and as she's walking to his room, she walks halfway, and then turns around and walks back, and then stopped again, turning back, because she's going to do this, and when she gets to his room, she hesitates but the door's open and she's got a pillow under her arm because it's hers and she just goes in. "I'm spending the night," she informs him, and she looks at him like What're you going to do about it? and she sort of flops into one of his chairs, folding up her feet, like she wasn't here like six hours ago.
