[ people will tell her this is a bad decision. people like klaus and damon and stefan will tell her that this is reckless, unnecessarily dangerous, a risk she doesn't need to take just to feel close to someone for a short period of time. there's no way to know for sure that marcos won't turn tail and draw the pitchfork brigade out of hiding — but she doesn't think he will.
like he said, everyone has a dark side. his, apparently, is torture. hers, maybe a little on the pain side of the equation. (a mercy killing, perhaps, not a messy one.)
he leans in, and caroline blows out a breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment or two. not to block him out or to ignore him, but to allow the transition to come as quickly as possible, her attention drawn on pulling those features out of hiding as she lets her focus narrow in on the steady thump of his heartbeat under his skin.
when her eyes open again, they're darkened to black, blood rushing to the surface to pull webbing underneath; when her mouth opens to reply, the unmistakeable white of sharpened canines accents her words. ]
It's so much easier to show you.
[ but, while the temptation is certainly there, she doesn't move. there's no lunge forward, no tightening of the grip on his hand. instead, there's only caroline, that same flutter of her eyelashes as she peers up at him, the only difference the sheer hunger in her eyes as she does so. ]
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like he said, everyone has a dark side. his, apparently, is torture. hers, maybe a little on the pain side of the equation. (a mercy killing, perhaps, not a messy one.)
he leans in, and caroline blows out a breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment or two. not to block him out or to ignore him, but to allow the transition to come as quickly as possible, her attention drawn on pulling those features out of hiding as she lets her focus narrow in on the steady thump of his heartbeat under his skin.
when her eyes open again, they're darkened to black, blood rushing to the surface to pull webbing underneath; when her mouth opens to reply, the unmistakeable white of sharpened canines accents her words. ]
It's so much easier to show you.
[ but, while the temptation is certainly there, she doesn't move. there's no lunge forward, no tightening of the grip on his hand. instead, there's only caroline, that same flutter of her eyelashes as she peers up at him, the only difference the sheer hunger in her eyes as she does so. ]