Marie sat quietly in the room, waiting for Marcel or Stella or one of the others to come up, though she hadn’t paid any attention to anything going on downstairs. She toyed with her hands nervously, unsure of why everybody seemed so bothered by Klaus - she didn’t understand it, he had seemed just fine to her. He’d seemed kind, charming, and she’d found herself wanting to spend more time with him, wanting to get to know him better. But, with the way Stella and Marcel - and even Thierry and Diego - had reacted, she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not. If they were so against him, there had to be a reason as to why that was the case, didn’t there? All of the people who mattered to her wouldn’t be completely against somebody for no reason at all - but she couldn’t think of what the reason might be.
Her thoughts were cut short when she heard a knock at the door and, blinking, she peered over. For a moment, she hesitated, wondering if it was Marcel there to scold her for speaking to a stranger, or Stella to warn her away from a guy she didn’t know, or Thierry or Diego to tell her how worried they were about her. Eventually, though, she stood up and made her way over to the door, opening it carefully, though she was surprised to find Klaus there on the other side, her heart swelling, almost bursting with the sight of him - even though she’d just seen him a few minutes ago and barely knew him at all, some part of her was desperate to keep him in her line of sight, to be in his presence. “Klaus,” she greeted quietly, offering a smile as she watched him, “Have things calmed down downstairs?”
Kol held Stella to himself, rubbing her back gently, reminding himself that she was there, she was safe, she was with him, and she was alive - he’d believed for so long that she wasn’t, that she had died, and that he had lost her. It’d broken his heart, shattered him, to think that he had lost her, that she was no longer a part of her life, that he hadn’t even been there for her when she died. But, none of that had turned out to be true, and the relief he felt with the knowledge that she was alive and with him again was immeasurable - he’d never felt anything like it, and he knew that was because of the immense love he felt for her. “You do not have to thank me, love,” he assured her quietly, peering down at her, taking her in, watching her, admiring her, committing her to memory, because she meant more to him than he could put into words.
Breathing out with the thought, he rubbed her back gently, holding her closer to himself, and listened intently to what she had to say, though he arched a brow when she mentioned wanting to make a request - and he couldn’t help the snort that left him when she spoke the request aloud. “They started it, love,” he pointed out, “They were hostile before you and I were even here. And I could not just stand by and let either of them grab you the way the one did.” He frowned deeply with the thought, because he never wanted to let anybody lay a hand on her, not for as long as he was around, and not when she deserved to be treated so much better than that, with all the kindness and love in the world. He made a face, though, amused with her later words, and he arched a brow. “I will refrain from killing them so long as they do not give me a reason to kill them, love. That’s all on them.”
Her thoughts were cut short when she heard a knock at the door and, blinking, she peered over. For a moment, she hesitated, wondering if it was Marcel there to scold her for speaking to a stranger, or Stella to warn her away from a guy she didn’t know, or Thierry or Diego to tell her how worried they were about her. Eventually, though, she stood up and made her way over to the door, opening it carefully, though she was surprised to find Klaus there on the other side, her heart swelling, almost bursting with the sight of him - even though she’d just seen him a few minutes ago and barely knew him at all, some part of her was desperate to keep him in her line of sight, to be in his presence. “Klaus,” she greeted quietly, offering a smile as she watched him, “Have things calmed down downstairs?”
Kol held Stella to himself, rubbing her back gently, reminding himself that she was there, she was safe, she was with him, and she was alive - he’d believed for so long that she wasn’t, that she had died, and that he had lost her. It’d broken his heart, shattered him, to think that he had lost her, that she was no longer a part of her life, that he hadn’t even been there for her when she died. But, none of that had turned out to be true, and the relief he felt with the knowledge that she was alive and with him again was immeasurable - he’d never felt anything like it, and he knew that was because of the immense love he felt for her. “You do not have to thank me, love,” he assured her quietly, peering down at her, taking her in, watching her, admiring her, committing her to memory, because she meant more to him than he could put into words.
Breathing out with the thought, he rubbed her back gently, holding her closer to himself, and listened intently to what she had to say, though he arched a brow when she mentioned wanting to make a request - and he couldn’t help the snort that left him when she spoke the request aloud. “They started it, love,” he pointed out, “They were hostile before you and I were even here. And I could not just stand by and let either of them grab you the way the one did.” He frowned deeply with the thought, because he never wanted to let anybody lay a hand on her, not for as long as he was around, and not when she deserved to be treated so much better than that, with all the kindness and love in the world. He made a face, though, amused with her later words, and he arched a brow. “I will refrain from killing them so long as they do not give me a reason to kill them, love. That’s all on them.”
May 7th, 2020 at 08:11am