NikMik: i don't care for 50 shades but a song from the soundtrack came on the radio. "i don't wanna live forever" by zayn & taylor swift. i really like the song. should you be inspired, can you please write a klaroline drabble based on this song? not a 50 shades vibe though. preferably human but whatever works best for you. also i cannot wait to read your darvey/klaroline drabble! :) :) :)
Thanks for the prompt. I'll admit, I struggled writing this, mainly because it seems like such a sad song and I'd just watched that horrible episode of TVD (I'm a glutton for punishment.) It's okay though, the sadness and angst finally abated for the most part thanks to my fairy godmothers (you know who you are) so I hope you like my take on this mini drabble, lovely lady. All lyrics in italics are from the song.
I Don't Wanna Live Forever
I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain.And I don't wanna fit wherever...
April 4, 2013 - Tucson, AZ
She remembered that day clearly. It was a Thursday morning and from the window Caroline could make out the dark clouds that had begun to gather in the sky, she hugged her arms around her hoping that the mailman would arrive before the ensuing rain did.
It was silly, she knew that, but it was their tradition. Yes, there was Skype and email these days but Caroline preferred a more traditional type of communication. It also didn't hurt that his neat cursive was beautiful enough to evoke even the smallest of feelings as well as the sketches he included with each letter. They were usually depictions of them together doing all the things they'd planned when he finally returned home. Home. Home to her.
Caroline knew that life would never be the same without Klaus, she felt incredibly at ease with him. They'd met at sixteen at a local town fair. He was a cocky, English exchange student that pursued her relentlessly. Caroline had fobbed off his attempts, she wasn't one to give in easily, especially to someone so arrogant but he'd persevered. It wasn't that she didn't find him attractive, in fact she was sometimes rendered speechless by those disarming dimples, not that she'd ever admit it.
It was only when he arrived on her doorstop at her dorm room at Stanford years later, those crimson lips forming into a hopeful smile she couldn't deny him any longer. It hadn't taken them long to reacquaint themselves, their lips discovering each other hungrily and falling into bed together. Turns out the more you resisted the attraction the more mind blowing the reunion. Caroline and Klaus wouldn't separate again given their insatiable attraction and the fact they were home. That was until he admitted his plans to Caroline about joining the United States Airforce.
That's when life had really changed between them.
Until you come back home, I just wanna keep callin' your name...
She'd certainly struggled in his absence, some nights she'd wake up frantically covered in sweat, calling his name in loud stifled gasps while trying to calm her breathing and telling herself that he was okay and it was just another nightmare. She learnt to live with it even though it was difficult but she refused to let fear win.
His return seemed like a dream all those months ago and although the time apart had dragged, Caroline could finally see the end. Friday, May 17. She'd marked it on the calendar and was crossing off each day until Klaus would be back in her arms. She'd wear his aftershave laced henleys to bed revelling in his scent and dreaming of the day when she'd have him back for good.
She was broken out of her trance, hearing the sound of the mailman's motorcycle. Her excitement that had been rising steadily was suddenly full force and she raced outside, skipping as she did it. Some people would call her juvenile but Caroline didn't care, she was about to receive a letter from the love of her life. He looked at her knowingly as she approached, holding out a stack of mail for Caroline to grab.
"This is my favourite time of the working week you realise?" Matt chuckled.
"Well, we all know it's mine too," she grinned. "Every Thursday at 10am." Caroline never thought she'd have a close relationship with the mailman of all people but Klaus' absence had made them closer and she was so glad for his friendship.
"I think it's safe to say that even though I look forward to seeing your excited face every Thursday, I'm glad that he'll be coming home for good soon."
"You and me both," she giggled. "Then we'll have you and Lexi over for dinner to celebrate and thank you for everything you've done."
"I haven't done much," he smiled, his blue eyes dropping slightly. "I think it's all that boyfriend of yours."
"You don't know how much I've appreciated your support, Matt," she said sincerely. "It's been such a difficult time but having people around me that care is so important, you have no idea."
"Well, I'm happy to help," he murmured. "Be sure to tell that guy just how lucky he is to have someone so amazing."
"I guess I'm pretty lucky, too" she sighed. "I really should..."
"I know," he grinned knowingly. "Go and read your letter. I'll see you later." Caroline practically floated towards her front door wondering just what he'd written and sketched for her this week, the anticipation making her giddy with excitement.
She sat at the kitchen table excitedly rifling through the pile but his familiar writing never appeared. She double and triple checked it, the fact that he'd missed their first week for over a year not sitting well. The unease she experienced often sitting in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong. Klaus never missed writing her, there were so many uncertainties in their situation but this was the one constant she had in her life.
She felt the anxiety taking over, all of the possibilities rushing through her mind. Had something happened? Was he okay? It was all too much to take. She decided that some fresh air was needed and found herself on the porch drinking all the available oxygen in large gulps. How much longer could she take this? It certainly had taken its toll and she was struggling. Especially since his missing letter. The fact he was now possibly MIA was filling Caroline with dread. Klaus was her life, what would she do if he wasn't part of it?
Until you come back home
Caroline wasn't sure how long she sat there on the porch staring into the starry sky, the only thing that seemed to calm her nerves was the fresh Arizona air this time of night. She couldn't sleep, her thoughts plagued with his crimson lips, blue eyes and dimples. If this was going to be it, she'd like to remember him exactly like this.
"Isn't it past your bedtime, love?" A familiar voice uttered into the darkness. Caroline wasn't sure if she was imagining things given her heightened emotions. She looked over, taking in his blue, Airforce uniform slowly.
"I don't like being told what to do," Caroline exhaled, her heart beat speeding up at his sudden appearance. "What are you doing here?"
"And here I thought you'd be excited to see me."
"But, you're not due back until May," she squeaked, still uncertain whether he was there or a figment of her imagination. Given how much she wanted to see him, Caroline wasn't so sure.
"What if I told you it was good behaviour?"
"You? Good behaviour?" Caroline joked. "Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?"
"I'm kind of hurt," he scoffed, walking up the front stairs and standing before her. He looked even more handsome than when she'd last seen him, if that was even possible. "You know I can be good when I want to be, especially when it concerns you, love."
"Maybe so but you realise I've been sitting here worried about your ass for a while now, Mikaelson," she mumbled, her false bravado making way for the pent up dread she'd been feeling all day. "I thought something had happened." Caroline let out a sob, unable to help herself because the emotion she felt was so raw.
"I didn't mean to worry you."
"Well, some kind of message you were okay would have helped," she whimpered, her resolve slowly disappearing with every word Klaus uttered. "I thought you might be dead or something."
"You should know by now that no one could kill me," Klaus replied smugly. Trust him to say something arrogant at that exact moment. Caroline looked into his blue eyes knowing that he was right. "I'm far too annoying for that to happen."
"I can certainly attest to that," she murmured. Klaus bent down so that his eyes were staring into hers. All Caroline wanted to do was reach out and touch him but was afraid he'd disappear like some kind of nightmare.
"I did write you," he admitted. "I just wanted to be able to give you this in person."
"Why?"
"Take a look," Klaus said, offering her the folded paper. Caroline didn't like surprises, in fact she was still the same control freak and this situation, even though he was apparently back from Afghanistan, was completely playing with her emotions. She opened it, the sketch of him kneeling before her too clear to deny. She looked over, realising that he was now in the same position but holding out a sparkling diamond as he did it.
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"I thought it would be romantic," Klaus offered, feebly.
"Have you met me? You know I'm not so good with surprises."
"You also have the ability to sap any romantic moments of any feeling whatsoever," Klaus quipped.
"And whose fault is that exactly?" She asked, her blue eyes boring into his as he leaned closer, his nose grazing hers softly in the process.
"I'm pretty sure a dutiful husband would say that it's his fault," he teased. "But I'm not like most guys."
"And that's surprisingly why I love you," Caroline smiled, finally giving in and running her hands through his dark blonde curls. "Just don't get used to getting your way mister."
"We'll see about that, love," Klaus purred. "Any chance you'd be willing to accept my ring and subsequent offer of marriage before my knees decide to buckle?"
"I'll definitely take that into consideration," she grinned cheekily.
"You always liked to play hard to get, love."
You bet you ass," Caroline grinned, capturing his lips with hers, unable to control herself if she tried. She'd missed him so much and this was the perfect reunion after so much time apart. "But I'm feeling generous and I think I will marry you."
"As much as I love sparring with you love, how about we take things upstairs? It has been a while after all."