He knew that night he looked like anyone else in New Orleans. Certainly his clothes were expensive and he carries himself with a confidence most can't even manage but in the end, he's as casual as he gets.
And yet he is the oldest being in the city, in the country, and he's deadlier than anything he's run across. More so than most of his siblings even.
Yet here he is, going on this trip. Happy, laughing with a witch, and it feels odd and perfect at the same time. It's something he's needed for longer than he can even manage to find words for and he's not going to put it in words now. Not when any moment the darkness that is Klaus' jealousy could swoop down and ruin it all.
He gasps though, eyes wide. "Are you insinuating I would cheat with compulsion?" He asks in a low voice. "Wow, you know me well already," he teases, winking at her.
He looks up and gestures to her. "After you, my dear."
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And yet he is the oldest being in the city, in the country, and he's deadlier than anything he's run across. More so than most of his siblings even.
Yet here he is, going on this trip. Happy, laughing with a witch, and it feels odd and perfect at the same time. It's something he's needed for longer than he can even manage to find words for and he's not going to put it in words now. Not when any moment the darkness that is Klaus' jealousy could swoop down and ruin it all.
He gasps though, eyes wide. "Are you insinuating I would cheat with compulsion?" He asks in a low voice. "Wow, you know me well already," he teases, winking at her.
He looks up and gestures to her. "After you, my dear."