Prompt: More model Caroline please!

Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby

There was a method to his madness. Or so all of her designer friends said about Niklaus Mikaelson. Klaus as he was more commonly known in the haute couture fashion circles, was the latest head designer of Balmain, taking over from Olivier Rousteing who had stepped down the previous year.

"Tell me again what you're hoping to achieve from this meeting?" Caroline hisses towards her agent, Katerina Petrova, who simply rolls her eyes.

"Klaus is a creative genius, even if he is a little intense. But he needs a muse, and I think you're the perfect person for it."

Caroline had been modelling for as long as she could remember. She'd been scouted on the streets at the age of 17, and she'd dropped out of high school to move to New York. IMG models had been good to her, and they'd helped her out with finishing her high school diploma, something that did put her mom at ease.

Things had been strained with her mom at first. They'd had a massive fight the night she left, her mom not believing that she'd actually make anything of herself, that she was throwing away her schooling and her education for a one in a million shot at the big time.

Turns out, she'd been that one in a million. She'd walked for every major fashion designer under the sun at Paris, New York, Milan, and London for years now. She'd been hand picked to be a Victoria's Secret Angel by John Pfeiffer himself. It had been her that had closed the show with the million dollar Fantasy Bra for the past two years, and she'd been an Angel for a good 7 before that.

Now that she was a little older she'd very quickly developed a reputation as a model suited for haute couture.

"i've never met the man in my life. What makes you think that he'll take me on as a muse?" Caroline replies amusedly as Katerina gives their names to the girl at the front desk, who immediately waves them up.

Klaus' studio is on the third floor of the building, and the room is absolutely flooded with light. There are bits and pieces scattered everywhere, drawings tacked to a board in the corner. She can't help but drift towards them, noting the odd sketch of a headless woman, draped in a gorgeous gown of cerulean and silver.

A part of her wonders where the man himself was. Fashion Week was only a few months away, and usually the room would be buzzing with energy.

"Caroline Forbes?" A hoarse voice echoes from behind her. She turns slowly on a five inch heel, Manolo's actually.

She smiles warmly at the man before her because no one ever bothered to tell her that Klaus Mikaelson was actually good looking. This was a nice change.

"You must be Klaus. It's a pleasure to meet you." She grips his proffered hand, standing very still as Klaus gives her a quick once over, scrutiny obvious in his gaze. She's used to it, considering she makes a living from her appearance.

"You're very beautiful." Klaus comments, dropping her hand and stepping over to stand next to her. "You must get tired of hearing it."

She pauses, turning back to the drawing board to gather her thoughts. He had touched a nerve there. It was something that she heard every day. That she was gorgeous, or beautiful, or pretty. Like that's all that there was to her.

"Sometimes." She settles on replying with, watching his eyebrows raise with surprise. "But I am more than just a pretty face."

Klaus smiles, and this time it's genuine.

"So it would seem."

It's surprising, just how easy they fall into conversation, Klaus guiding her over to a set of lounges facing one another. He seems less mysterious like this, boots planted on the coffee table, henley straining across his chest, using his hands to gesticulate as he tells a story or remarks on an anecdote.

She notes that Katerina has mysteriously vanished, probably off to call her fiance or something sickening like that. She tries not to read too much into things when Klaus pulls a sketch pad towards his lap and starts drawing almost absentmindedly, eyes flicking towards her every so often.

His hands are smudged with lead when he turns the finished product towards her, and she can't help but suck in a breath when she sees the vision that he has, because it's pretty stunning.

"What do you say. Think we work with this?" Klaus asks softly, interrupting her train of thought quite abruptly.

She just grins at him.

"What time do you want me?"