This is going to a collection of shots and drabbles dedicated to Klonnie. Requests and Suggestions are welcome. No flaming. If you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say anything at ALL. There will be mistakes as I have no beta. I will need a Beta, so let me know if you want to be. Please be nice.
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Klonnie : The painting that reminds me of us.
Trying to recover from the sight that she had just stumbled across, Bonnie had absentmindedly wandered into the newly decorated hallway in her husband's manor. As a fresh batch of tears started to cascade down her face she let out an angry sigh, as the witch attempted to rub away the tears, that had now streaked her flushed cheeks. Releasing, a choked sob, that she couldn't hold anymore when she discovered where she had subconsciously had walked to.
Turning her green eyes, to the large painting to the left of her, Bonnie took in a deep breath and once again swiped at the traitorous tears. Leveling her dejected gaze, to examine the beautiful piece of artwork that adorned the soft cream wall of her hallway, Bonnie reminisced of the happier times that she had spent with her husband.
She looked at the short strokes of the oil paint that formed her face, and how her perfectly drawn eyes, sparkled with happiness and love for the artist. The way he paid more attention the delicate curves of her flushed body, to, the rosiness of her cheeks (that were heated after a particularly passionate embrace only moments prior,) and the way her chocolate coloured hair hung down in loose, gentle curls. She was still as easily captivated of, how her managed to make her look so beautiful in simple way, as she was when he painted the painting.
She studied her dress, the one she had worn for the first Mikaelson Ball, after moving with her hybrid of a husband and his family to New Orleans. The dress was nothing but exquisite silk and he managed to make it look so realistic, with the how it had shimmered in the moonlight, and the slight creasing around her knees.
She turned her attention back to her face, where laughter lines were perfectly highlighted and contoured. If there was any time in the last 10 years, were Bonnie Sheila Bennett- Mikaelson was truly relaxed and happy, this the one moment.
The painting captured the one moment, where she could see the love that she felt for Klaus. As she gently gazed over his shadowed silhouette in the corner painting, that he once again managed to capture perfectly, she could almost feel the love that had been shared in that room.
But now, as she stood in the hallway of her manor, with the moans of her husband and trusted friend seemingly far-away in the distance, Bonnie Bennett let a lone salty tear stream softly down her face, as she stood remembering the happier times.
The times full of love.
