[ the neighbor in question didn't have to be dead. or, at least, caroline hadn't thought as much. she'd met him once or twice, been invited in — crossing the barrier of his doorway hadn't been something she was concerned about until she realized that klaus could do it too.
oh.
that's disappointing. but, if that's the case, then caroline supposes a trail of dead una soldiers isn't completely out of the question. she's still annoyed at him for doing it even when she told him to get out of the way, of course, but at least it's a little more practical now. a man murdered deserves a little avenging.
but it also leaves her in the sudden predicament of being in some dead man's apartment with klaus mikaelson, surrounded by dead bodies and the suffocating awareness of blood. his? hers? the soldiers? she's not sure, not really, and it doesn't help that he's smiling at her, that stupidly fond smile he'd given her a dozen times before, as if he was seeing her in a memory she couldn't remember on her own. ]
What? [ don't look at her like that. it's confusing. ] You can't just show up out of nowhere and start smiling at people, it's weird.
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oh.
that's disappointing. but, if that's the case, then caroline supposes a trail of dead una soldiers isn't completely out of the question. she's still annoyed at him for doing it even when she told him to get out of the way, of course, but at least it's a little more practical now. a man murdered deserves a little avenging.
but it also leaves her in the sudden predicament of being in some dead man's apartment with klaus mikaelson, surrounded by dead bodies and the suffocating awareness of blood. his? hers? the soldiers? she's not sure, not really, and it doesn't help that he's smiling at her, that stupidly fond smile he'd given her a dozen times before, as if he was seeing her in a memory she couldn't remember on her own. ]
What? [ don't look at her like that. it's confusing. ] You can't just show up out of nowhere and start smiling at people, it's weird.
[ it's very klaus. ]