A door swings open and then slams shut. Someone's clearly home.
And she has really good hearing.]
You do realize it still would have been super easy to kill you, right? If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. Plus, can you even imagine what a mess that would be if I ripped you to pieces? The blood would never come out. I'd probably just break your neck or rip your heart out. Much cleaner.
[She looks at Klaus, sticks her bottom lip out, her voice dripping with faked woe.]
I'm disappointed, though. I thought your friend was so understanding, but it sounds like he's perfectly willing to throw me to the wolves, after all. Guess I know why you two are friends.
[ if klaus looks as if he has never been more exasperated, that's because he hasn't, barring one long evening in spain, circa the seventeenth century. (kol-related, of course.) mostly he's exasperated because he's certain caroline's judicious telling of all the ways she could murder leopold has his resident scientist falling off the edge of sanity.
well that and caroline's flippant humor.
klaus picks up his third or maybe fourth drink of the day. ] Ah, yes, because just what the situation needs: more hyperbole. [ he raises his glass to her. ] You'll have to excuse Caroline, Leo; she's feeling a bit heartless. [ pardon the pun. ]
[His voice drops then, as if Caroline will somehow be less able to hear him that way.]
Klaus, is it safe where you are?
[He's already considering extraction options. It would be a challenge given the obvious power imbalances, but if he worked a distraction angle, then maybe...]
[ he can be as heartless as he likes and at no cost to his morality; her, on the other hand. he levels her with his gaze, entirely unamused and just a touch hostile. leopold's voice is soft in his ear but might as well have been spoken from behind a megaphone, for as easily detected as it is. after another long-suffering sigh, klaus downs the contents of his glass, hardly able anymore to appreciate the burning respite of the liquor, and oh-so helpfully plops it into caroline's out-stretched hand.
he brushes by her. ] As houses. I don't believe there's anything Caroline can do to me that she hasn't already done. [ he turns to look at her; now he's quite amused. ] Though not vice-versa.
[Her fingers curl around the glass and she turns to fill it up herself. Jerk.
Oh, she heard it all too clearly, and she smirks at Klaus' reply. With one hand, she pulls all her hair over one shoulder, bringing the glass closer to her lips.]
I'm sure I could think of something.
[And then she takes a sip, slowly, before lowering the glass and rubbing her thumb over her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth to taste the remnants of liquor picked up by it.
[ the tempo of his breathing changes, quickening and deep. it's not only watching her thumb disappear between her lips and the tantalizing glimpse of her pink tongue, but the melody and challenge of her words. he's been angry, frustrated, embittered; unable to reconcile the teeming of emotions never-ending from the moment she arrived here from home.
he hears leopold's voice only distantly, that uncertain but trusting vow.
all he truly hears is his impulse, his desire, the pressure of days of helplessness and inaction building up inside of him to a crescendo. building and directed here: towards her, she who wrought it. she who he wants but can't have. he hangs up on his friend without another word and just as carelessly drops the phone to the floor, speeding over to knock her drink out of her hand—
to collide with her against the far wall, his hand at her waist and one buried in her hair, pulling it to the side to expose her neck.
perhaps his friend is onto something; perhaps he does need to tear her apart. ]
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voice.
A door swings open and then slams shut. Someone's clearly home.
And she has really good hearing.]
You do realize it still would have been super easy to kill you, right? If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. Plus, can you even imagine what a mess that would be if I ripped you to pieces? The blood would never come out. I'd probably just break your neck or rip your heart out. Much cleaner.
[She looks at Klaus, sticks her bottom lip out, her voice dripping with faked woe.]
I'm disappointed, though. I thought your friend was so understanding, but it sounds like he's perfectly willing to throw me to the wolves, after all. Guess I know why you two are friends.
voice.
She heard everything and she's going to kill him when he doesn't see it coming. This is it this is happening. Klaus won't be able to protect him.]
voice.
well that and caroline's flippant humor.
klaus picks up his third or maybe fourth drink of the day. ] Ah, yes, because just what the situation needs: more hyperbole. [ he raises his glass to her. ] You'll have to excuse Caroline, Leo; she's feeling a bit heartless. [ pardon the pun. ]
voice.
[:)
She moves towards Klaus and the drink cart, holding out a hand.]
I'll have one of those.
voice.
Klaus, is it safe where you are?
[He's already considering extraction options. It would be a challenge given the obvious power imbalances, but if he worked a distraction angle, then maybe...]
voice.
he brushes by her. ] As houses. I don't believe there's anything Caroline can do to me that she hasn't already done. [ he turns to look at her; now he's quite amused. ] Though not vice-versa.
voice.
[Her fingers curl around the glass and she turns to fill it up herself. Jerk.
Oh, she heard it all too clearly, and she smirks at Klaus' reply. With one hand, she pulls all her hair over one shoulder, bringing the glass closer to her lips.]
I'm sure I could think of something.
[And then she takes a sip, slowly, before lowering the glass and rubbing her thumb over her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth to taste the remnants of liquor picked up by it.
Poor Fitz. At least he can't see this.]
voice.
I trust your judgment.
voice.
he hears leopold's voice only distantly, that uncertain but trusting vow.
all he truly hears is his impulse, his desire, the pressure of days of helplessness and inaction building up inside of him to a crescendo. building and directed here: towards her, she who wrought it. she who he wants but can't have. he hangs up on his friend without another word and just as carelessly drops the phone to the floor, speeding over to knock her drink out of her hand—
to collide with her against the far wall, his hand at her waist and one buried in her hair, pulling it to the side to expose her neck.
perhaps his friend is onto something; perhaps he does need to tear her apart. ]
voice.
Moving here...]