[ he's never been particularly dedicated to celebrating an oft-commercialized holiday that carries little weight regarding the sanctity and preciousness of his relationships, platonic or romantic in kind. yet, despite his due criticism in direct opposition to rebekah's crooning and cawing, klaus rather enjoys the idea of valentine's day. he enjoys the celebration of romance for a lover's sake—he enjoys it when there's someone to do it for.
not just any someone. he's picked the room, the music, the food, the champagne. he's taken the time and the thought to carefully craft this night as a reprieve and a gift both for camille. for them. he's at her door at eight o'clock sharp, confident and moved by his nerves and excitement both. he knocks, and he waits. ]
[Cami knows there are a lot of pitfalls involved in assigning value to a certain day: it’s potentially a set-up for disaster, when life doesn’t conform to a person’s expectations of time. And yes, Valentine’s is highly commercialized, an opportunity for business of all sorts to make a nice chunk of cash as people scramble around looking to impress a partner.
Honestly, though? Tonight, Cami doesn’t care. She’s got a date, a surprise that’s been promised to her by the guy she loves. Cynicism takes a backseat to giddy excitement as she gets ready, and Cami takes longer than she would ever admit to ensure her appearance is perfect.
She knows Klaus; he doesn’t do things halfway. Considering how much effort she’s sure he’s put into this, it’s a small price to pay to make sure she looks her best.
Thankfully, she’s ready when he comes to call, eight o’clock as planned. Cami opens the door, her smile wide and bright as she steps out wearing a colorful dress, demurely topped with a short denim jacket. And of course his necklace: a cross of diamonds, glittering against her skin in the light of the hall.]
Hey, wow. [She takes a moment to look him over, appreciating both the quality of the suit and the way it flatters his body. No, he definitely doesn’t do things halfway.] You look fantastic.
[ valentine's day is also about a certain saint, one he is sure she's familiar with from her no doubt dedicated catholic school studies. legend says the priest of rome married lovelorn couples frightened of being torn apart and asunder by war in the dead of night, against the orders of a tyrant emperor. it's hardly a picturesque love story, but it is a true one, romantic even its violence and terror. (and what is more genuinely romantic than that, is what klaus considers: fighting for love; sacrificing for it. wanting it and that other person enough to defy an immovable and destructive power.)
that is still but a shadow of what he feels as camille opens her door to reveal herself. his lashes flutter at the mere vision of her, and—no matter what she wears, of course she is breathtaking, but the moment of awe at the cut and fit and curve of her dress is quite literally so. klaus pulls in a shallow breath and glances down with the tease of a boyish smile on his lips from the sight of her and the compliment both. ] Well, I barely compare to you, [ is his smooth enough rejoinder, the light and ease in his eyes shining. he offers her his arm. ] Ready?
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valentine's day.
not just any someone. he's picked the room, the music, the food, the champagne. he's taken the time and the thought to carefully craft this night as a reprieve and a gift both for camille. for them. he's at her door at eight o'clock sharp, confident and moved by his nerves and excitement both. he knocks, and he waits. ]
Re: valentine's day.
Honestly, though? Tonight, Cami doesn’t care. She’s got a date, a surprise that’s been promised to her by the guy she loves. Cynicism takes a backseat to giddy excitement as she gets ready, and Cami takes longer than she would ever admit to ensure her appearance is perfect.
She knows Klaus; he doesn’t do things halfway. Considering how much effort she’s sure he’s put into this, it’s a small price to pay to make sure she looks her best.
Thankfully, she’s ready when he comes to call, eight o’clock as planned. Cami opens the door, her smile wide and bright as she steps out wearing a colorful dress, demurely topped with a short denim jacket. And of course his necklace: a cross of diamonds, glittering against her skin in the light of the hall.]
Hey, wow. [She takes a moment to look him over, appreciating both the quality of the suit and the way it flatters his body. No, he definitely doesn’t do things halfway.] You look fantastic.
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that is still but a shadow of what he feels as camille opens her door to reveal herself. his lashes flutter at the mere vision of her, and—no matter what she wears, of course she is breathtaking, but the moment of awe at the cut and fit and curve of her dress is quite literally so. klaus pulls in a shallow breath and glances down with the tease of a boyish smile on his lips from the sight of her and the compliment both. ] Well, I barely compare to you, [ is his smooth enough rejoinder, the light and ease in his eyes shining. he offers her his arm. ] Ready?