Anonymous asked you:
Can you right a small drabble about how Klaus's sees Caroline and connects her to art?
I usually don't do requests cause my inspiration comes in rare occasions but when I saw it was like I saw a glimpse of what I think there's in Klaus's mind. So here is a small prompt about how Klaus had connected Caroline to art.
From the moment I saw her in that gym I was mesmerized. I had dreams about her wild blond hair and deep blue eyes that reminded me of electric rain. The word beautiful was always from that moment the first word to come to my mind everytime I saw her. She wasn't Caroline to me she was the incarnation of beauty.
And I discovered that her beauty extended from the outside and moved deeper into her core. It was her soul that gave her all the light that encircled her all the time.
She was the epitome of perfection and I was drawn to all the things beautiful. I collected them, admired them, seek them out. Even the sword of the brotherhood of the five was a prize in my eyes despite causing me 52 years of torture it was still a piece of fine art. And Caroline despite hating me and mocking me in every turn was still in my eyes stunning. Her strength, her light, her beauty and her compassion made me drawn to her like she was the sun and I was just a planet trapped in her gravitational pull.
I always love symmetry cause it offered a stability in my life full of chaos. I still found poetic the sacrifice of three women, three goddesses sacrificed so I can become a monster of two natures. For that I was drawn to art and math. They made possibly to create your own word to have something of yours. When I drawn Caroline she was mine. She belonged to me in that moment, I was giving her life with every brushstroke. She was my creation.
And my love for symmetry was another reason I craved to make her come with me. I was intrigued by the fact that we were complete opposites but somehow our natures were made for the same material. She was a light and I was darkness. She was an angel and I was the devil. She was fire and I was ice. She was beauty and he I the beast. And somehow we needed one another to be whole, we were two sides of the same coin. And either she would pull me to the light or I would drag her to my darkness.
I had reached a point that I paralleled her beauty with the beauty of the world. That's why I kept begging her to let me show her everything this world had to offer. I wanted to see the beauty of the world again through her Eyes, to make her part of it, to bind her image to every place they visited. I wanted to see her smile as she discovered eternity.
She was the woman to my eyes. The one I had been loking for all along and the one I will wait forever to give me a chance. She was my muse.