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interminably) wrote2019-10-28 12:30 pm
interminably) wrote2019-10-28 12:30 pm
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( What the hell, Caroline. He is perched very precariously on the side of a statue right now. )
Pardon my glibness, apparently. I assumed it was a fact, as all vampires save for several time-line related loopholes aren't able to procreate. I was not aware it to be a sore subject and I didn't intend to shame you, or Marcos.
What I will apologize for is not coming after you myself when you disappeared after brain surgery and after that mad doctor made you his experiment. Hope, too was recovering and it seemed most had it under control. You wish for me to keep my distance and then you lay into me because I didn't intervene or check in after the fact.
Katherine, bless her hateful, beleaguered heart didn't simply harass the Salvatores. She carefully moved pieces around her chessboard in order to gain favor. You were a part of her plan. You weren't a lark, or a joke. You weren't merely the 'blonde distraction.' You were a whole part of a long drawn-out plan.
As for my love and our friendship, I have deliberately kept my distance because when I'm from our relationship is one of a mutual respect and understanding. Maybe at one time you and I, any version of you and I, could have had something but I don't believe it was meant to be as I died shortly after we reconnected for the last time. You are wise and capable and you brought me back from a very precarious situation I had put myself in so forgive me for not thanking a younger you for all that you did. Forgive me for not treating you the same. For not being at your beck and call or, checking in as much as I could because yes, Caroline, I would like you to be happy. If happiness to you is finding a genetic loophole to have a baby with Marcos then why wouldn't I want you to achieve that, Caroline?
I said one thing, one thing Marcos took the wrong way. Do read the rest of our chat because it was quite nice up until he decided to take it a different way. Now, I will apologize if that will make you happy, but I can't apologize for not reading your mind. Yes, I know you rather well, but there are still parts of you that have grown here, in different directions and ways than the Caroline I know. Yes, that involves your boyfriend, whom I like and taking my daughter under your wing.
So. Caroline. I apologize for not being a better friend and for saying something that upset you. Now. Please let me concentrate so I don't fall off this Buddhist knot I'm hanging from.
Pardon my glibness, apparently. I assumed it was a fact, as all vampires save for several time-line related loopholes aren't able to procreate. I was not aware it to be a sore subject and I didn't intend to shame you, or Marcos.
What I will apologize for is not coming after you myself when you disappeared after brain surgery and after that mad doctor made you his experiment. Hope, too was recovering and it seemed most had it under control. You wish for me to keep my distance and then you lay into me because I didn't intervene or check in after the fact.
Katherine, bless her hateful, beleaguered heart didn't simply harass the Salvatores. She carefully moved pieces around her chessboard in order to gain favor. You were a part of her plan. You weren't a lark, or a joke. You weren't merely the 'blonde distraction.' You were a whole part of a long drawn-out plan.
As for my love and our friendship, I have deliberately kept my distance because when I'm from our relationship is one of a mutual respect and understanding. Maybe at one time you and I, any version of you and I, could have had something but I don't believe it was meant to be as I died shortly after we reconnected for the last time. You are wise and capable and you brought me back from a very precarious situation I had put myself in so forgive me for not thanking a younger you for all that you did. Forgive me for not treating you the same. For not being at your beck and call or, checking in as much as I could because yes, Caroline, I would like you to be happy. If happiness to you is finding a genetic loophole to have a baby with Marcos then why wouldn't I want you to achieve that, Caroline?
I said one thing, one thing Marcos took the wrong way. Do read the rest of our chat because it was quite nice up until he decided to take it a different way. Now, I will apologize if that will make you happy, but I can't apologize for not reading your mind. Yes, I know you rather well, but there are still parts of you that have grown here, in different directions and ways than the Caroline I know. Yes, that involves your boyfriend, whom I like and taking my daughter under your wing.
So. Caroline. I apologize for not being a better friend and for saying something that upset you. Now. Please let me concentrate so I don't fall off this Buddhist knot I'm hanging from.
( There food is on the table, their pans on the stove. They stand, oddly in two separate places, but in the same apartment. So, Klaus waits. He doesn't sit yet, either.
He asks a very direct question, so Klaus gives a direct answer. )
I was born a werewolf, although my father and siblings were not aware. My mother had had an affair with a man in the neighboring village. Not long after settling in Virginia, by way of Norway, our brother Henrik died. On the night of the full moon, I'd taken him out of our village. You can guess what happened. Our mother was distraught, and determined not to lose any more of her children. She made it so that our lives couldn't end. There was no word for it then, but I believe the term you may have heard of to be, vampire. ( He knows the term, he just doesn't know how pop-culture obsessed Tim is, or if vampires exist in his reality. ) I'm half werewolf, half vampire. I called myself a hybrid. The hybrid.
He asks a very direct question, so Klaus gives a direct answer. )
I was born a werewolf, although my father and siblings were not aware. My mother had had an affair with a man in the neighboring village. Not long after settling in Virginia, by way of Norway, our brother Henrik died. On the night of the full moon, I'd taken him out of our village. You can guess what happened. Our mother was distraught, and determined not to lose any more of her children. She made it so that our lives couldn't end. There was no word for it then, but I believe the term you may have heard of to be, vampire. ( He knows the term, he just doesn't know how pop-culture obsessed Tim is, or if vampires exist in his reality. ) I'm half werewolf, half vampire. I called myself a hybrid. The hybrid.
[ she's nearly ready to respond, to actually elaborate on why his comment hurt her so much to hear about secondhand, to tell him just how much it hurt her feelings that the all-knowing and experienced klaus mikaelson didn't have anything to say about the monster on the loose, that she didn't even hear from him after she'd been cured...
but then he ends the message with let me concentrate, and she can't quite shake the feeling that a door's been slammed in her face. ]
do whatever you want, klaus. you always do.
[ and maybe that's petty, but she's eighteen and her feelings are hurt. these things happen. ]
but then he ends the message with let me concentrate, and she can't quite shake the feeling that a door's been slammed in her face. ]
do whatever you want, klaus. you always do.
[ and maybe that's petty, but she's eighteen and her feelings are hurt. these things happen. ]
[ He should have been prepared for that, on some level at least. Nate already told him about vampires â or at least the one that bit him â and he's had more than enough time to deal with magic considering he has a power now, even if he can barely control it and doesn't really know what it is. But hearing it all at once is... a lot to take in.
Tim doesn't say anything for maybe a minute, his jaw working softly as he takes it in. ]
So d'you â like, turn into a wolf?
[ Maybe he'll freak out about this later. Really freak out, not just stand still, gently nonplussed, chewing the inside of his cheek. He remembers wondering if Klaus could see his heartbeat racing sometime and it worries him a little that maybe he could. ]
Tim doesn't say anything for maybe a minute, his jaw working softly as he takes it in. ]
So d'you â like, turn into a wolf?
[ Maybe he'll freak out about this later. Really freak out, not just stand still, gently nonplussed, chewing the inside of his cheek. He remembers wondering if Klaus could see his heartbeat racing sometime and it worries him a little that maybe he could. ]
( Klaus can, if his heartbeat for quickening. )
It's not my preferred form, but before it was stripped of me thanks to an invasive neural implant, I could. It is not something to be trifled with or taken lightly. In short, you break every bone in your body in order to achieve the transition. Once you're a wolf, there's nothing like it. The freedom.
It's not my preferred form, but before it was stripped of me thanks to an invasive neural implant, I could. It is not something to be trifled with or taken lightly. In short, you break every bone in your body in order to achieve the transition. Once you're a wolf, there's nothing like it. The freedom.
[ Tim pulls a face; he can't really help it. He glances over at Klaus, his lips pulled up a little at one corner. Weirdly, he hasn't had much exposure to the fact that some people lose powers when they come here, instead of just gaining them. ] So d'you need, like... blood?
It's a bit crass thinking of it like that, as I can still taste and enjoy real food. But, yes. Blood sustains me. Without it, I would desiccate. ( He only lets one moment pass before adding. ) You and every other person here is safe from me. I'm not the rabid sort. El has arranged for blood.
( He keeps back how classy he always was about it, compelling those whose wrists they fed from. Usually from glasses. But, with a daughter in tow, they did store their blood. They still drank from glasses. )
( He keeps back how classy he always was about it, compelling those whose wrists they fed from. Usually from glasses. But, with a daughter in tow, they did store their blood. They still drank from glasses. )
( His ) No ( Comes out among the laugh he doesn't keep in. ) Garlic does nothing. Likewise, crosses.
Okay. Just coverin' my bases here in case you turn on me. [ Which is a concern, but only in the sense that Tim doesn't reserve a whole lot of trust for most people without proof. ] D'you have fangs? Can't see any right now but then I ain't ever done a very thorough inspection of your teeth, so.
( He does set his glass down, then, and turns back. ) And is that something you've been wanting to do?
( Okay. ) I do have fangs, but they aren't always apparent. I have to ... show them.
Thank you, Timothy. You don't look so bad yourself.
Well, truth be told I recently died. For good. And from dying, I came here. I see it as a second chance at raising my daughter which is, honestly, still more complicated then the thousand years I spent on Earth. ( He does pick up the glass again, moving back to the table. ) Over the years I've sampled all of life's pleasures. I've learned and studied. I ran for some time, for my life and my family's lives. Stick around for long enough and there's always something new to discover, always another purpose that sustains you. ( He sits then, gesturing for Tim to sit as well. ) I had thought I was done with it, with all of it. I actually felt at peace. ( And now, back out of his head. ) And here I am again. With Hope. And, with you. I believe the shrimp may be cooling off.
[ The whole time Klaus is speaking, Tim's kind of silently begging him to say something that isn't so heavy, so when he mentions the shrimp Tim practically leaps on it, moving over to the table and dropping down into a seat. He places his wine glass very carefully on a coaster, avoiding looking at Klaus while everything else he said rests quite heavily in the air between them, a presence he can almost feel.
It's hard for Tim to engage with people on this kind of level; he did all of his growing up in situations where people just don't talk to each other like this. No time for feelings. He was never especially open as a child, but almost a decade in the army plus a few years being raised exclusively by his father after his mom got sick â those things will change a person. He wonders if he would have been any different if he hadn't enlisted. Probably he would've. Either way, he would've gotten out from under his father's thumb, probably gone to college somewhere and grown up normally. He's bitter, sometimes, and annoyed at the non-existence of this hypothetical Better Tim, who can express his feelings properly, who doesn't clam up so tight around people he likes, who maybe wants things like dates and boyfriends, who can sleep past six thirty and doesn't have to regiment his life strictly enough that sometimes it feels like he's living in a prison he made for himself.
To distract himself from all of that, Tim picks up a fork, stabs a single shrimp on the end of it, and eats it. ] This is good, [ he says, which isn't an answer to anything Klaus said, except maybe that last thing about the shrimp. It takes more effort than he'd be willing to admit to clear his throat and add, ] What d'you mean, you died?
It's hard for Tim to engage with people on this kind of level; he did all of his growing up in situations where people just don't talk to each other like this. No time for feelings. He was never especially open as a child, but almost a decade in the army plus a few years being raised exclusively by his father after his mom got sick â those things will change a person. He wonders if he would have been any different if he hadn't enlisted. Probably he would've. Either way, he would've gotten out from under his father's thumb, probably gone to college somewhere and grown up normally. He's bitter, sometimes, and annoyed at the non-existence of this hypothetical Better Tim, who can express his feelings properly, who doesn't clam up so tight around people he likes, who maybe wants things like dates and boyfriends, who can sleep past six thirty and doesn't have to regiment his life strictly enough that sometimes it feels like he's living in a prison he made for himself.
To distract himself from all of that, Tim picks up a fork, stabs a single shrimp on the end of it, and eats it. ] This is good, [ he says, which isn't an answer to anything Klaus said, except maybe that last thing about the shrimp. It takes more effort than he'd be willing to admit to clear his throat and add, ] What d'you mean, you died?
I died. For good. I am an Original vampire, and indestructible at that, but one thing, the ash from a white oak tree that my mother used to help -- make us like we were, can kill us.
( This, he tries not to make sound as heavy as he pours some vegetables on his plate and sets the bowl back down. )
( This, he tries not to make sound as heavy as he pours some vegetables on his plate and sets the bowl back down. )
[ He hadn't even meant that, but maybe it makes sense, that he's not so easily killed. Except for when he is, apparently. Tim scoops some vegetables onto his own plate and nibbles at one thoughtfully. ] Y'know, [ he says, around a smile, ] I could slip on a banana peel walkin' down the street and die. You just said indestructible so easily.
I did, didn't I. And, if you died with vampire blood in your system, you'd wake up in transition. One drop of human blood and you too would live forever. Forever and indestructible are quite normalized for us.
As fuck. I see that that term has staying power. ( He smirks, again. ) I wasn't offering. Unless you only prefer coming out at night. I don't have a witch in my employ, or my sister here to enchant a daylight ring for you. Nor would they have their access to magic. It would be quite limiting.
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