[He’s afraid, terrified for her. Cami can see it, even as Klaus resolves himself to not letting her suffer yet again. It matches her own fear, twin flames that they both refuse to let conquer them. She has not forgotten that she’s mortal, or how easily she might die. The hand that cradles her now, brushes through her hair to offer comfort could so easily tighten, snap her bones with a simple twist and leave her a crumpled heap on the bed.
(On the floor. The first time she’d died, her body had been left on the floor.)
She covers his wrist with her hand, her thumb brushing over his skin as she holds his gaze. He promises her that safety, and Cami believes him. She believes in herself, because she’s already died too many times.
She won’t let it happen again. She won’t suffer—and she won’t be used as a tool to make others feel such pain.]
I know. [Perhaps her confidence is foolish, but it stands genuine. There is a lot to consider, plans to make, weapons to potentially obtain from the vendors. What she wants in this moment, however, is to regain her sense of control. She hates feeling powerless and weak, moreso now than ever before.
Nearly as much as she can’t stand the idea that it’s Klaus’ reflection that has made her feel that way.
It’s impulse that drives her forward, a mix of fear and anger and need that has her leaning forward to insistently press her lips against his.]
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(On the floor. The first time she’d died, her body had been left on the floor.)
She covers his wrist with her hand, her thumb brushing over his skin as she holds his gaze. He promises her that safety, and Cami believes him. She believes in herself, because she’s already died too many times.
She won’t let it happen again. She won’t suffer—and she won’t be used as a tool to make others feel such pain.]
I know. [Perhaps her confidence is foolish, but it stands genuine. There is a lot to consider, plans to make, weapons to potentially obtain from the vendors. What she wants in this moment, however, is to regain her sense of control. She hates feeling powerless and weak, moreso now than ever before.
Nearly as much as she can’t stand the idea that it’s Klaus’ reflection that has made her feel that way.
It’s impulse that drives her forward, a mix of fear and anger and need that has her leaning forward to insistently press her lips against his.]