[He need not fear her knowledge of his desire; in all the things she has questioned, timing and motivation and what disaster is about to befall them, Cami has never doubted that he wants as she does. Still, it is sweet to see in the way he looks down, the shy grin his favors her with. Klaus is the master of the calculated risk, of keeping his guard well and set to protect all that truly matters to him.
And yet for all she's seen in him, Cami's never quite seen him like this. Klaus truly letting himself be in love, and even better, be in love with her.
At least, right up to the point in which he opens his mouth again. That gets a laugh out of her.] It'd hardly be a chore? You've been alive for over a thousand years, and that's the best you can do?
[Not very romantic, Klaus. Yet she loves it, even if Cami won't ever admit it. The silly, ridiculous words that are entirely wrong, that help her laugh--
That steal away those last dregs of fear and unease sparked by his mirror, at least for now.
Her giggling tapers off, just in time to savor the soft strokes of his fingers over her hair. She catches sight of where his eyes move, to her lips, back up to meet her gaze. She's always thought he has the most stunning eyes, ones she could lose herself in as she tries to understand everything she sees in them. When she closes the gap between them again, it's with a much gentler intent this time. A chaste brush of her mouth against his, to silently promise that things are still as they should be between them, even if now is not the time to make them more.]
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And yet for all she's seen in him, Cami's never quite seen him like this. Klaus truly letting himself be in love, and even better, be in love with her.
At least, right up to the point in which he opens his mouth again. That gets a laugh out of her.] It'd hardly be a chore? You've been alive for over a thousand years, and that's the best you can do?
[Not very romantic, Klaus. Yet she loves it, even if Cami won't ever admit it. The silly, ridiculous words that are entirely wrong, that help her laugh--
That steal away those last dregs of fear and unease sparked by his mirror, at least for now.
Her giggling tapers off, just in time to savor the soft strokes of his fingers over her hair. She catches sight of where his eyes move, to her lips, back up to meet her gaze. She's always thought he has the most stunning eyes, ones she could lose herself in as she tries to understand everything she sees in them. When she closes the gap between them again, it's with a much gentler intent this time. A chaste brush of her mouth against his, to silently promise that things are still as they should be between them, even if now is not the time to make them more.]