So this one takes place during Klaroline's fieldtrip, while they were on the train to Cambridge.
Your color
-Inspired by Coldplay's Kaleidoscope-
Caroline quickly fished out her earphones once they settled in their reserved seats and the train started, gliding through a list of songs.
Klaus chuckled at her excited expression, staring at her with awe in his dark blue eyes, "now I cannot make up my mind whether to call you the bored teenager on boring museum tours or the child that couldn't sleep the night before fieldtrips, love."
"Say whatever you want," Caroline shot him a dazzling smile as she plugged the earphones into her ears, apparently deciding to play the adolescent rebel that nodded to the beats throughout the whole guidance in art galleries.
Klaus rolled his eyes good-naturedly and reached out a hand to pull at the cord of her earphone, evoking a childish 'hey!' from the blonde, "you know I expected more interaction and conversation when imagining the trip. Come on, don't be a dull, talk."
Trying to snatch her earphone back from him but in vain, she pouted, "give it back, Klaus! Listening to gloomy songs on gloomy English days has been on my to-do list since I started planning exchange in London- and that's a long time ago- and we happen to be on a train to god-knows-why-you-refuse-to-tell-me where, which certainly makes the plan even more perfect and urgent to tick off on the list. Now can you please help the girl out with her London experience fantasy and act like an adult, a proper teacher when she's trying to listen to Coldplay?"
"You serious, Coldplay? Thought you were the Taylor Swift kind of American girl," he cocked his brow while holding the cord even further when she attempted another attack, "and since you're not exactly acting like a nice student when your lecturer asks to talk to you, no, I refuse to be the teacher today."
"I thought we've had that stereotype talk already, when I ordered pink lady at the bar? And just so you know, girls all around the world- British girls, Australian girls, Asian girls, etc- listen to Taylor Swift's hits, thank you very much." She stuck her palm out in front of his nose and glared at him until he placed the white piece of music source back with a shake of his head.
"Fine. Gloomy English days, gloomy fieldtrip, gloomy English songs from gloomy British band. Got it, perfectly stereotyped British experience fantasy any American exchange student would have." He turned back and crossed his arms behind his head with a teasing grin on his lips.
Caroline was about to put the phone back into her ear when she realized he had fired her own words back at her, and of course her Miss Mystic queen bee self wouldn't allow that kind of insult, joke or not. So instead of starting another round of their usual bicker, she mustered the best royal smile from her Miss Mystic trainings and offered the cord in her perfectly polished fingers, "well I didn't really mean for the trip to be a gloomy one. I just wanted music, didn't say it have to be dull. Wanna share so we could maybe talk about it later, when I've had my share of gloominess?"
Klaus twisted his neck to look at her, arms still rested between the head rest and his head of sandy blond curls. And for a couple of moments, his eyes darted back and forth between the plug in her hand and the triumphant smile on her beautiful face, well aware of her challenge- it would mean he surrendered on their not-so-fierce round of verbal match if he'd taken her offer.
But damn it, the smile that graced her kissable pink lips where just to appealing that for once in Klaus Mikaelson's life, he didn't mind loosing. And she'd been acting weird around him recently. The stiff expression she wore when they met at the train station wasn't lost to him. So it makes it even easier for the alpha male in him to accept defeat if it cheers her up a little. He took the earphone willingly, fingers lingering longer than necessary when they brushed hers accidentally.
Trying to clear his mind of his student's lips he knew were lusciously soft from his last experience, he waited for the melody to stream in impatiently. But when the music did start, he had to turn and look at her again with contempt, "really, Yellow, of all songs?"
"What, it's like Coldplay's best hit!" Caroline defended, apologizing to a few other passengers that turned to glare at them for the constant noise.
"And also the most over-played, cheesy-" Klaus intended to keep his criticism flowing but was cut off by the obviously offended blonde, "no it's not! Okay, maybe it's a bit over-played, but it's definitely not. Cheesey. The lyrics are poetically beautiful, Mr. My-taste-is so-much-better-than-others."
He threw his hands in the air hearing her compliments, "you call that beautiful? You need a doctor to check your aesthetic, sweetheart. And don't you ever praise my art again if you're calling that poetic."
Caroline furrowed her brows for a while before finally bursting out into laughter, his reaction too dramatic and worked-up, "arrogant arse. I just love the way they weaved the color yellow through the lyrics, that's all. And yellow's like one of my favorite color, so."
Mood also lit up by Caroline's contagious giggle- even though he had been playing the whole picky asshole part just to kid with her- he couldn't help but let the smile crawl its way to his lips and stated matter-of-factly, "well I guess it's not really that hard to see. You're the bubbly, strong, optimistic and full-of-light kind of girl, so yellow definitely fits you."
"You do know you aren't bribing anything out of me from sweet talking, do you?" Caroline squinted teasingly, pressing stop on her smartphone, not bothering to listen to the music anymore.
And he just shrugged, "I meant it."
"I'll take it as a compliment, but on the contrary, yellow doesn't fit you. At all." Caroline pointed out, absorbed in the new opened conversation.
"Why I thought I was the kind of guy that looks good in pink," Klaus joked as he batted his eyelashes cheekily.
She winced at the image and nudged him, "ew, stop that, please. I prefer your tyrant self than this funny version. But seriously, what's your favorite color?"
Just as he was about to decide whether he liked the gold of her hair better or the hazy blue tinted with grey and green flecks of her eyes better, she blurted out once more, "oh wait, wait, wait, don't tell me just yet! I want to guess."
She crooked her fingers at her chin, crystal orbs floating upwards, deep in thoughts, "hmmm…you're most definitely not a green type, nor an orange one… warm colors don't fit you. Okay, I think black goes… but that's too simple for you. Grey's too gloomy and you're hardly pure gloomy so that's a no as well."
Caroline kept on murmuring to herself as the wheels in her head turned and her mind sped. Klaus just sat quietly at her side, enjoying the way she devoted all herself into such a trivial question about him. Really, this girl never ceased to surprise and entertain him. He could pull her into his arms, flushed tightly against his chest and claim her mumbling lips right then and there, if only they hadn't joked about their teacher-student relationship so loud that the whole train knew.
Oh, how he wanted to feel the roundness of her breasts rubbing against him again…
"Umm, I think reddish color fits you well, but pure red like fire engine is obviously too… too straightforward for you. I mean, that'd be the color, arrogant and rude, other students in the class would pick for you, that I am sure of, but there's just more in your personality…" Caroline analyzed, unaware of how intimate the truth that lied behind her words sounded. Even she herself hadn't noticed how close she was to Klaus' true self, one that he hadn't showed anyone other than his family for all his life, "burgundy would be a good guess if it weren't so dark and lacking of fierceness. Crimson is just too bright so maybe… oh I know, I know! I'll go with scarlet. Like, the royal, ambitious, torn between light and darkness kind of scarlet. That should be your color."
Klaus took in her anticipating expression, knowing well that she was expecting him to admit her right. Although the whole conversation started off based on 'favorite colors' and his was currently the shade of blush on her cheeks now that he was holding her gaze so intensely, he guessed he could agree on her point with scarlet being his color. He'd be proud to accept it if that was what she came up with after a whole round of brainstorming, and just knowing how deeply she knew him was satisfying enough. Plus, he'd already handed victory on a silver platter to her once earlier today, it wouldn't hurt to give her this one as well, would it?
So he simply nodded and was rewarded a full-force Caroline-Forbes victory grin.
"Okay, now I've guessed your color, why don't you tell me what my color should be?" Caroline challenged.
"That's quite easy you know, love." He shrugged, sporting that confident, at ease smile on his stubbled face.
"Well?"
"It's easy because you don't have a color, love," he leaned in as he explained, invading her personal space and enjoying how her breath shallowed, "you're a galaxy of multiple colors, lights, glows, stars, stories, emotions, beauty and so many shades beyond definition, Caroline. You're like a classic book that can still be interpreted a new theory even after being read the thousandth time, except you're only more intriguing; you're an innovative landscape that can be viewed from so many different point of views that no one would lose the interest in admiring you; you're a diamond that reflects ever-changing glitters in different angles that shines through the darkest night and for that, I can never tire of reading you, enjoying you."
"You're a kaleidoscope, Caroline."
Did I mention Yellow is one of my fav songs?
