Peter never paused in his antics, twirling around in the same spot, his eyes trained with high focus on the floor.
“Shh. I have to concentrate.”
“Peter Benjamin Parker you did not just tell me to shh.”
Peter groaned dramatically, and didn’t need to see you to know that you had your arms crossed, a hip jutted out as you tapped your fingers against your left bicep.
“I’m trying to see…” He started, twisting faster and faster until you had a hard time keeping track of the red and blue blur in front of you. “…Just how much my body can take without emesis while undergoing massive spouts of vertigo due to the DNA change.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m seeing how my super spidey powers handle dizziness.”
“Well why didn’t you say that in the first place?” You said, mumbling under your breath about arrogant know it all admittedly hot spider mutants.
“I did,” He replied simply. You were about to go over and see how much his ‘spidey powers’ could handle a punch to his stomach but his voice interrupted you again.
The blur came to a sudden stop. Peter blinked, once. Twice.
Then abruptly doubled over.
“Doesn’t work, doesn’t work!” He groaned, eyes fluttering as he woozily stumbled and almost slammed himself into a wall.
“Well what did you expect?”
A chair crashed to the floor.
You shook your head and walked over, just in time for the brunette to slump forward, right onto your shoulder. You grunted slightly, trying to shift his weight, his soft curls brushing your ear.
“Peter,” You huffed in irritation. Peter made a noise, kissing right below your ear as a mumbled apology was pressed into your skin.
Your lip unintentionally twitched upwards even as you sighed.
Caroline’s finally getting to voice an animated character (her dream!), but she didn’t know how much time and effort goes into it as a creative team. She’s paired with Klaus, who studies her character traits and facial movements to bring life to the screen.
“Hold still, please.”
Caroline fought the urge to fidget as the massive camera revolved around her, capturing her image from every possible angle. It was hard not to track the man operating the camera with her eyes. His attention to the placement of her freckles was almost invasive, but he was incredibly hot.
The brass curls were artfully mussed, just enough that Caroline wanted to run her fingers through them. And his lips, god, they were so pink-
She shook her head, hoping to get rid of whatever lusty demon had taken hold of thoughts. Really, it was her own fault for swearing off dating after Tyler moved out. A cleanse was standard breakup routine, but maybe three months was too long.
“I said to hold still,” Klaus snapped, though his hand was gentle as he gripped her chin. “If we don’t get the digital model right, I’ll have to start all over.”
A year, a century, what was time to an immortal? For Caroline, forty years meant love, laughter, fear and grief. With her daughters grown, she’s ready to stop playing it safe and to go looking for the adventures the world once promised.
She had forgotten how lonely it could be, the fate of a vampire. At home, the girls knew exactly who she was and what that meant - but they couldn’t possibly understand the weight of outliving such a phase in her life. Humans went through a handful of these complete shifts, but Caroline was realizing she would have to do this over and over again until she met the wrong end of a pointy stick.
Having buried both Stefan and Alaric years before and signed the Bennett School over to Josie and Lizzie, Caroline decided to take a well deserved retirement trip around the world for her sixty-fifth birthday. She had left a week earlier, kissing the girls at the airport. “I love you, call me every day.”
“Every week,” Josie promised sternly, onlookers probably confused to see a young woman asking her mother to call every day.
Because Caroline didn’t look her nearly sixty-five years; she didn’t look a day over seventeen, and she never would. It was a realization that came in waves, one that hit her again as she flew over the Atlantic to South Africa. The list of postcards and souvenirs she had planned to buy was much too short for someone of her age, but everyone had died or moved on with their very human lives.
The girls, obviously, would receive the brunt of her gifts. Matt never cared for her messages, and Elena didn’t even know who Caroline was anymore. Some of the school’s students kept in touch, but it wasn’t the same.
She was always missing the people she loved, and she wanted someone to miss her.
Shaking her head, Caroline glanced around the plane to distract herself from the morose thoughts. Brass curls caught her attention, but she turned to her book before she could let herself wonder why.
Klaus is almost ready to break his curse, but he refuses to do so without Katerina finally doing her part. She has managed to elude him so far with the help of various allies, but the latest distraction proves to be far more interesting to Klaus.
“Funny,” Klaus noted with a smirk. “Katerina usually prefers to employ male cannon fodder.”
The little blonde merely stood before him, unafraid. She didn’t even bother to reply. Her head canted to the side as she watched the Original draw closer to the door of his hotel room, where she had been waiting.
It was something of a game for Klaus in his hunt to break the curse restraining his wolf, to allow Katerina Petrova’s various pets enough of a fight to be fun for him. The werewolf from whom she had stolen the moonstone lacked the strategy of battle; the vampire brothers she bounced between were too busy competing for her favor to put up a decent showing. Even Elijah was easily a pawn to the wily doppelganger, though at least daggering him was an actual challenge.
This girl, however, smelled young. Klaus couldn’t sense any power, as he could on a vampire, wolf, or witch. Humans were often too stupid to realize the danger he posed, but they could still feel a frisson of unease in his sheer presence. She seemed almost serene.
It was weird, to be the last one standing from Mystic Falls; no one expected little Caroline Forbes to outlive them all. She had made friends over the decades, sure, but it wasn’t the same as someone who’d known her literally all her life. The closest she had left to a life-long friend was…well, not a friend.
She didn’t want to draw attention to herself, not with pictures of her face looking exactly the same littered toward the front of the funeral home. As Caroline drew closer to the casket, the pictures drastically changed. Family portraits, selfies at birthday parties, dancing with a man who looked at her like she hung the moon - Elena had aged well through the years and seemed happy, too.
But sixty years after Damon sent her away from Mystic Falls, Elena succumbed to her all-too-human fate.