[She swallows hard as she melts against him, buries her face against the crook of his neck and simply breathes him in, the unique scent and warmth that can only be the Klaus Mikaelson she knows. The tears unshed in her eyes could so easily fall now, but Cami won't let them; even as she shivers against Klaus, and the certainty of the safety he offers envelops her, Cami can't let herself be so vulnerable.
The mirror behind her is destroyed, but the glass is still everywhere. Shards of all shapes, some even wicked as a grin.]
I need to get out of here. [That son of a bitch has driven her from her own room, at least for the time being. It feels like a loss, but that's easier for Cami to bear than the sudden weight of the air in this place, how thick each breath feels in her throat. She doesn't care if he whisks her away at vampiric speed or guides her at the pace a human might walk.
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The mirror behind her is destroyed, but the glass is still everywhere. Shards of all shapes, some even wicked as a grin.]
I need to get out of here. [That son of a bitch has driven her from her own room, at least for the time being. It feels like a loss, but that's easier for Cami to bear than the sudden weight of the air in this place, how thick each breath feels in her throat. She doesn't care if he whisks her away at vampiric speed or guides her at the pace a human might walk.
She needs to be somewhere else.]