[She clings more tightly to him as he whisks her away, though in truth by the time she manages to strengthen her hold they’re already in his room. Still, she’s glad; dizzy from the sudden change in scenery but already so much more at ease just being away from there, from shards of broken glass and the words that had been written upon them.
Klaus has a bit of time pulling himself away; human though she may be Cami’s not exactly inclined to let go. It takes quite a bit of coaching inside her own head, because she knows he’s not going anywhere. He’s not leaving her, not about to suddenly be replaced by his mirror image. Still, it helps that he never breaks that contact with her, not fully. His lingering touch is what allows her to follow after him, to rest upon his bed and take hold of the cup he offers.]
Thank you. [She murmurs the words out of habit, curling her hands around the crystal. It would steady her, but only after her hands stop trembling enough to allow her to drink. To that end, Klaus provides a steady anchor; he kneels before her, and in spite of everything she manages a soft smile when she sees that worry in his eyes.
As much as his mirror wants her destroyed, the real Klaus--her Klaus—desires her to live.
She reaches out to him, to press her palm against his cheek. Things aren’t okay yet. But they’re better, because he’s there with her.]
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Klaus has a bit of time pulling himself away; human though she may be Cami’s not exactly inclined to let go. It takes quite a bit of coaching inside her own head, because she knows he’s not going anywhere. He’s not leaving her, not about to suddenly be replaced by his mirror image. Still, it helps that he never breaks that contact with her, not fully. His lingering touch is what allows her to follow after him, to rest upon his bed and take hold of the cup he offers.]
Thank you. [She murmurs the words out of habit, curling her hands around the crystal. It would steady her, but only after her hands stop trembling enough to allow her to drink. To that end, Klaus provides a steady anchor; he kneels before her, and in spite of everything she manages a soft smile when she sees that worry in his eyes.
As much as his mirror wants her destroyed, the real Klaus--her Klaus—desires her to live.
She reaches out to him, to press her palm against his cheek. Things aren’t okay yet. But they’re better, because he’s there with her.]