Hey, Luiza! Are you still doing those fantastic song prompts? It's possibly a little unknown but I love the song I Shall Believe by Sheryl Crow, it's one of my fave inspired Klaroline songs, would love to see it in one of your drabbles, only if possible of course : )
I’m sorry it took me a million years to do this. I hope you like it!
“You don’t get to do that to me,” Caroline said as she stormed into his room… No. Not his room, she realized. His painting room, judging by the Hybrid standing in front of a canvas, sleeves rolled up and Henley stained with paint – well, at least that shade of red seemed too bright to be blood, she thought.
Klaus didn’t take his eyes from his painting, his long fingers holding a brush with precision as he stroke colours into the canvas. “I’m not in the mood, love.”
“Yeah, most of the time I’m not in the mood for you either, but that’s never seemed to stop you,” Caroline snapped.
Play with me, she mentally begged. I need this right now, please.
This time he looked at her and she saw the anger in his eyes, the burning fury directed at her for the first time. Because she had doomed them all without any regrets, but worse than that – she had said awful things about him, repeatedly told him that she’d never be with someone like him, someone so dark and twisted… Only for her to murder twelve people without a second thought. Her characteristic hypocrisy was beginning to tire even her.
He had looked at her with annoyance before, irritation and even with hatred (though she supposed he only hated how much he couldn’t hate her), but she’d never gotten to admire the ire of Klaus Mikaelson up-close, to inspect the hardness in his stare and the golden flecks that sparked in his irises.
Caroline waited a moment, expecting him to yell at her, to exploit every single one of her weaknesses and leave her even more broken. But he stayed silent, taking her in. And she stayed silent, too. Not knowing what to say. Not knowing why she was even there.
She saw as his eyes scanned her face. Once. Twice. They took notice of her vacant stare, her red eyes, her trembling hands. Perhaps he noticed that her hair was messier than he’d ever seen, that she hadn’t bothered with make up.
She saw as his eyes softened – slowly, as if he was fighting it.
Then he sighed, put the brush down and wiped his hands with a piece of cloth. “What is it that you want, Caroline?”
He sounded tired too.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, “I just… I didn’t want to be alone.”
Klaus just looked at her for a few moments – moments that took too long to pass as she stood there, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable - and then he took a step forward and another, until he was right in front of her.
He nodded as if he understood, as if he too had suffered through too many nights where he wished that someone would hold him close. Even knowing that he was not just the monster others thought him to be, she found that so very unlike him she almost laughed.
Instead she sobbed, and he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her awkwardly enough that she knew that he wasn’t used to comforting people – which wasn’t really a surprise – but even so, burying her head on the crook of his neck as his hand caressed her back soothingly instantly made her feel safe.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t absolve her of crimes or promised that everything was going to be ok. Nothing was ok and he was still so very furious at her, she could tell.
But he held her for a long time, letting her take as much comfort as she needed.
Perhaps terrible people weren’t so terrible all the time.