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Prompt: Fireplace
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the fire is so delightful
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Even five years with this man and Caroline cannot help but to be awed whenever Klaus dropped everything to give into her whims. It only served to make her love him that much more.
This year, she wanted a Christmas spent with actual snow. Caroline wanted to get the whole experience—Christmas music, hot chocolate with little marshmallows in front of a fire, elegant but cheerful decorations hung with perfection. Because their little world in New Orleans was great and all with its supernatural charm and all, but it seriously lacked that whole holiday vibe as a whole. Caroline Forbes flat out refused one more Christmas spent over 75 degrees—even Mystic Falls, hell that it was, at least dropped down to 30-something to make up for lack of snow.
And with a few annoyed remarks the Original Hybrid had them packed and ready to leave for his mansion in England. It'd taken everything in her not to visibly swoon in front of Klaus, his ego really didn't need any more boosting.
So, she sat in the finely decorated—various shades of blue and silver, to her perfection—sitting room, close enough to the fire that crackled merrily to slightly flush her dead cheeks, and watching with a smile as even more snow fell over the large grounds already 4' blanket. The scene was true bliss, as was hearing Klaus as he painted a bit behind her.
The sound of glass clinking, too low for human ears, drew Caroline's attention towards Klaus. He no longer stood poised by his easel, but near the bar pouring a bottle of champagne into two glasses.
"Now, doesn't this look familiar," she teased him as he walked lazily to give her a glass. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is our thing."
Raspberry lips twisted and blue eyes flashed with amusement. "Oooh," Klaus sighed with a pout, "I'm pretty sure we didn't have a thing, love."
"But we do. We really, really do," responded Caroline half-playful, half-serious. "My fondest memories of you, somehow, almost all have a big bad hybrid giving me champagne."
"Truly?" his lips were now curled in that smug smirk. One she used to secretly love, but for appearances acted disgusted by.
She nodded a secret smile. "In fact my favorite from Mystic Falls, was our one date. You were absolutely perfect. Handsome, charming. Making me really laugh for the first time in too long, as you showed your beautiful humanity by teasing me with my Miss Mystic Falls speech."
"You looked marvelous, sweetheart," he said quietly, Klaus' features completely softened. "Your light truly shown that day—enhanced by your smile and laugh."
"Oh how I love you, silly ancient man."
"And I you," his voice serious, "more than you could ever know, love."
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[End]