[ no, it has not been his mirror's first. it's not the first time he has heard the details of his mirror's terrorization and strategies. he's heard them from caroline. he's heard them from rebekah. he's even experienced his own himself, from his sister's alternate ego.
klaus is not foolish enough to not believe his mirror didn't make his mark. he's making his mark now, evident in how camille trembles, how thirstily she drinks, in how even he falters and flounders hearing the description of what befell her. klaus swallows thickly, his eyes dropping and searching the space beside them. he considers: all the notes were hit. every terrible, heartbreaking one.
it wrenches him inside, the pain disguised by the attempted evenness in her voice. it wrenches him, feeling her pain as his. it is his because what hurts her hurts him, and what's more, he shares that wrath and will that flares in her; he meets her eyes as she meets his.
(of course his reflection would. he wouldn't stand to have his worthlessness; his lack pointed out so plain. he wouldn't, once upon a time. it's the first he's heard of someone, anyone, exploiting, let alone perceiving that invaluable weakness.
his eyes fill and his lips quiver as his jaw works: it's rage, for his mirror. it's pride and admiration, for her.)
klaus reaches to stroke her cheek with his thumb. he rises to sit beside her. ]
Then he made a terrible error, believing he could shake you.
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klaus is not foolish enough to not believe his mirror didn't make his mark. he's making his mark now, evident in how camille trembles, how thirstily she drinks, in how even he falters and flounders hearing the description of what befell her. klaus swallows thickly, his eyes dropping and searching the space beside them. he considers: all the notes were hit. every terrible, heartbreaking one.
it wrenches him inside, the pain disguised by the attempted evenness in her voice. it wrenches him, feeling her pain as his. it is his because what hurts her hurts him, and what's more, he shares that wrath and will that flares in her; he meets her eyes as she meets his.
(of course his reflection would. he wouldn't stand to have his worthlessness; his lack pointed out so plain. he wouldn't, once upon a time. it's the first he's heard of someone, anyone, exploiting, let alone perceiving that invaluable weakness.
his eyes fill and his lips quiver as his jaw works: it's rage, for his mirror. it's pride and admiration, for her.)
klaus reaches to stroke her cheek with his thumb. he rises to sit beside her. ]
Then he made a terrible error, believing he could shake you.