author's note: this collection is going to be for any kalroline drabbles/short oneshots. I am accepting requests for songs/prompts on my tumblr (trustfaithlove) but I also have a list of ideas I want to write so hopefully this will get updated somewhat frequently (I have a busy work schedule).
disclaimer – I do not own Klaus, Caroline or any other characters from the Vampire Diaries or the Originals that might be mentioned in this collection. I'm not making any money off of this work.
This was written for my-light-into-the-darkness on tumblr. I hope you like it! The prompt was Silhouettes by Of Monsters and Men.
Charcoal & Ink
Silhouettes
It's hard letting go,
I'm finally at peace, but it feels wrong
-x-x-x-
She should feel better. She should be happy he was out of her life. She should feel relief she would never have to see him again. She should feel overjoyed the temptation was gone. Yet she felt nothing but guilt and sadness. Guilt because she felt like she betrayed her friends; sadness because she didn't care. She wanted to do it all over again. She wanted him again, and again, and again.
Caroline Forbes let the hot water cascade down her back. The scrapes from the tree had long since healed but she could still feel the rough bark as it dug at her skin.
He had already left but the feel of his lips against her skin, his fingers pressing into her flesh, it was all fresh in her mind, clear, vivid. It flashed before her in searing detail. A tear fell from her crystalline eyes. She finally had her peace yet it felt so wrong.
-x-x-x-
There's nothing that I'd take back,
But it's hard to say there's nothing I regret.
-x-x-x-
Damn him and his respect for her and her wishes! Since when did he – Klaus Mikaelson – respect anyone's wishes? He was unstoppable, uncontrollable, he could do anything he wanted, to anyone he wanted.
Yet there was something about her. He cared about what she thought – what she thought of him.
He knew he was not a loved man. He knew he was not a good man. He had made some poor choices, hurt many, but, that was something he had to do. It didn't mean that he never felt any regret about the choice he had to make, he did. He simply had no choice. To rule the world, you had to make the tough decisions and he was born for that power.
Still...
There was something about the way she looked at him, with sadness and disdain, yet warmth and tenderness. It confused him. It infuriated him. It excited him. He wanted more; he needed more.
Then he had been stupid enough to give her the choice to push him away. Maybe some part of him had hoped there was enough warmth there, enough love in her heart, to say she wanted him to stay. To say he was worth fixing, worth having and loving.
She had only done half. She admitted her feelings then shunned him. Another thing that both confused and enticed him.
He wanted nothing more than to return to her...
But damn him and his sudden honor when it came to the likes of Caroline Forbes.
She had asked him to leave and never come back and he would respect her decision.
No matter how much he regretted giving her that decision in the first place.
-x-x-x-
She danced about his dreams. She was with him, every moment, conscious or non.
He lay awake on his bed, his hands folded elegantly behind his head. The moonlight danced across the bare skin of his chest. He closed his eyes and imagined the shadows and light were her hair, tickling his skin, as her fingers danced up the length of his torso.
What a fool he had been to give her the choice to shut him out.
He knew if he had a chance to do it all over again he would do the same. He cherished her. He hoped she would come back to him. That one day her guilt over her feelings would ebb away and she would show up at his door...all blonde curls and blue eyes and grace. His grace.
Then she would be his forever.
Until then he had the shadows of the night and the light of the day dancing across his skin. The smell of honey and lilies and the sound of her voice permanently etched in his mind as she whispered his name.
He picked up the pad and pen.
If she would not be there with him in flesh and blood; she could be there with him in charcoal and ink.
-x-x-x-
A thousand silhouettes dancing on my chest,
No matter where I sleep, you are haunting me.
xxxx
author's note –
there is drabble one. should I continue the collection? reviews would be appreciated :)
