[one day, he's in front of her house, where he picked her up last time.
kavinsky looks the same way he did before, skinny and pale, gel in his hair. but he has less gel now, and he's sitting on the hood of the mitsubishi evo without fidgeting the way that he used to, when he was on coke. when he was excited about her turning him into a vampire, even though he knew she wouldn't. the deepest parts of winter are over, so sunshine comes blazing over the car's roof, highlighting the hollows of his eyes, one of his shoes coming half unlaced. he forgot his earring today, the tiny hole peeking out dark against the white of his ear. he's smoking a cigarette, seems distracted.
but he sees her when she comes out of her apartment. his face is unreadable for a moment; it doesn't take a genius to suspect he's watching for some gesture of hostility, ire at him for the dragon clusterfuck. maybe that's what this impromptu meeting is about.
and even if that isn't what this is about, inevitably, this must be about the dragon, at least a little. everything where kavinsky is concerned is going to be touched-- or tainted by the dragon, for awhile.]
kavinsky looks the same way he did before, skinny and pale, gel in his hair. but he has less gel now, and he's sitting on the hood of the mitsubishi evo without fidgeting the way that he used to, when he was on coke. when he was excited about her turning him into a vampire, even though he knew she wouldn't. the deepest parts of winter are over, so sunshine comes blazing over the car's roof, highlighting the hollows of his eyes, one of his shoes coming half unlaced. he forgot his earring today, the tiny hole peeking out dark against the white of his ear. he's smoking a cigarette, seems distracted.
but he sees her when she comes out of her apartment. his face is unreadable for a moment; it doesn't take a genius to suspect he's watching for some gesture of hostility, ire at him for the dragon clusterfuck. maybe that's what this impromptu meeting is about.
and even if that isn't what this is about, inevitably, this must be about the dragon, at least a little. everything where kavinsky is concerned is going to be touched-- or tainted by the dragon, for awhile.]
[ caroline honestly worries about kavinsky. he's reckless to the point of being dangerous. and there's a voice that used to exist in her head that would tell her to run the opposite way. but there's this new voice, one that's not exactly new but louder than ever that says that maybe she can help him. or at least be his friend when he needs one.
maybe she should hate him but she's been historically bad at that. maybe it's because he didn't run screaming at the fact she was a vampire. caroline really isn't sure how to feel about him. maybe that's why she keeps trying.
she sees him there, as expected, with that ridiculous car, smoking. nose wrinkling at the smell before she even steps outside, masking her distaste for it as soon as she's outside. caroline's all sunshine. wearing a white blouse and her hair in easy, natural curls. ]
You know smoking might kill you. [ as if a giant crazy dragon wouldn't either.]
maybe she should hate him but she's been historically bad at that. maybe it's because he didn't run screaming at the fact she was a vampire. caroline really isn't sure how to feel about him. maybe that's why she keeps trying.
she sees him there, as expected, with that ridiculous car, smoking. nose wrinkling at the smell before she even steps outside, masking her distaste for it as soon as she's outside. caroline's all sunshine. wearing a white blouse and her hair in easy, natural curls. ]
You know smoking might kill you. [ as if a giant crazy dragon wouldn't either.]
powerpose! let me know if not ok and ill adjust, or you can disregard/interrupt any part
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pillz
- 2016-04-02 18:20 (UTC) - Expand[ some time after this post. ]
Hi Caroline.
I was wondering if we could speak?
Please call me when you have a moment.
Hi Caroline.
I was wondering if we could speak?
Please call me when you have a moment.
[between a few text conversations between wells and raven, clarke decides to contact caroline. there were probably a few people she could have asked about this but caroline is the first person that comes to her mind and more importantly she is one of the few people she trusts in this place.
she would have just sent a text but given the urgency of the situation, she just gives her a call instead. the concern can probably be heard in her voice but at this point she doesn't bother to hide it] Hey Caroline. Can I ask you for a favour?
she would have just sent a text but given the urgency of the situation, she just gives her a call instead. the concern can probably be heard in her voice but at this point she doesn't bother to hide it] Hey Caroline. Can I ask you for a favour?
[ truth be told, adrian waffles over whether or not to try to contact caroline. they didn't leave off on a bad foot, but he'd liked her maybe a little too much. enough to be more open with her than he was with other people, anyway.
despite agreeing to come back to the city, adrian just kind of wants to stick his head in the ground and pretend life isn't happening. but caroline is caroline and he's missed her, in his own special way. keep it simple, ivashkov, he reminds himself. ]
Just checking in to see if you're still around.
It's Adrian, by the way.
[ easy enough, right? ]
despite agreeing to come back to the city, adrian just kind of wants to stick his head in the ground and pretend life isn't happening. but caroline is caroline and he's missed her, in his own special way. keep it simple, ivashkov, he reminds himself. ]
Just checking in to see if you're still around.
It's Adrian, by the way.
[ easy enough, right? ]
[ this is why you don't let hybrids know where the key to your apartment is:
caroline will come home one day this week to rooms full of wild yellow daisies on every available surface. on the counter in the midst of this grand gesture is a small bouquet of iris flowers and a handwritten note underneath.
This is the beauty I see in you.
A small glimpse of the joy in life that awaits you.
-Klaus
and why yes, caroline should look up flower meanings, js js. ]
caroline will come home one day this week to rooms full of wild yellow daisies on every available surface. on the counter in the midst of this grand gesture is a small bouquet of iris flowers and a handwritten note underneath.
This is the beauty I see in you.
A small glimpse of the joy in life that awaits you.
-Klaus
and why yes, caroline should look up flower meanings, js js. ]
I forgot to mention earlier your caroline faces are tooooo cuuute
pillz
- 2016-08-13 03:25 (UTC) - Expandkavinsky being shitty, lmk if this is too much infomod-- i thought I saw klaus on caroline posts
pillz
- 2016-08-13 08:25 (UTC) - Expandi was just going to head out to the beach boardwalk soon to sell my art. were you still interested? [clarke took a bit of a break from selling it but she does remember that caroline asked her about it because she made a mental note to let caroline know what days that would be]
[ as the mess that is his life fissures off in every direction, it gets harder and harder to contain. everyone from home is involved. it's probably a terrible idea to go dragging someone entirely outside of the situation into it, especially when that person is Caroline — she's been nothing but good to him — and she doesn't deserve a ton of drama dropped in her lap. although, when it comes down to it, Dyson isn't planning on doing much talking this evening. he's all talked out. he's hurt both emotionally and physically, not that the latter is what will stick with him.
he even tries running it off on four legs to no avail. he still ends up her doorstep, sliding a shirt on that he has no intention of buttoning.
there's a dark bruise blooming on his jaw and the inside of his cheek feels tender like he bit into it at some point. a rookie mistake. and none of it alters that he wants to be here, that she's who comes to mind, regardless of where that leaves him with Bo. ( right now, this isn't about her. if they do have a future, tonight's only evidence that they have a lot to work through first, should they want to. ) it's the middle of the night and he can't tell if his lip is split or not. he can confirm his knuckles are sore when he knocks on her door, hoping like hell that she has as much trouble sleeping as he does. ]
he even tries running it off on four legs to no avail. he still ends up her doorstep, sliding a shirt on that he has no intention of buttoning.
there's a dark bruise blooming on his jaw and the inside of his cheek feels tender like he bit into it at some point. a rookie mistake. and none of it alters that he wants to be here, that she's who comes to mind, regardless of where that leaves him with Bo. ( right now, this isn't about her. if they do have a future, tonight's only evidence that they have a lot to work through first, should they want to. ) it's the middle of the night and he can't tell if his lip is split or not. he can confirm his knuckles are sore when he knocks on her door, hoping like hell that she has as much trouble sleeping as he does. ]
Edited (hdu cut off my title dreamwidth) 2016-10-06 07:59 (UTC)
[ dyson, you silly wolf. drama being dropped in her lap is caroline's specialty and he's dropped plenty of it into his. she wants this, or rather, she doesn't want him to have drama in his life but she wants things to be less one-sided, for him to confide in her, find comfort in her like she has with him.
and okay, so maybe tonight there won't be a lot of talking, if he has his way.
she's dozing on her bed when the knock comes on her door. and she doesn't even have to get up to look through the peephole to know who it is.she knows the rhythm of his heart by now, although something about it seems to be off. her eyes flicker to the clock on her bedroom wall as she hears Whiskey hissing from under the couch (apparently he knows who it is too). a late night booty call, sans the call part? maybe so.
she doesn't bother covering up, she just zips to the front door, pulling it open. her smile is playful and wide at first. ] Dyson-- [ it's when she sees the state of him that it fades, concern washing strongly over her features.]
Dyson, what--[ his name is breathed out, her hands moving to his arms, trying to guide him into her apartment.] God, what happened to you?
and okay, so maybe tonight there won't be a lot of talking, if he has his way.
she's dozing on her bed when the knock comes on her door. and she doesn't even have to get up to look through the peephole to know who it is.she knows the rhythm of his heart by now, although something about it seems to be off. her eyes flicker to the clock on her bedroom wall as she hears Whiskey hissing from under the couch (apparently he knows who it is too). a late night booty call, sans the call part? maybe so.
she doesn't bother covering up, she just zips to the front door, pulling it open. her smile is playful and wide at first. ] Dyson-- [ it's when she sees the state of him that it fades, concern washing strongly over her features.]
Dyson, what--[ his name is breathed out, her hands moving to his arms, trying to guide him into her apartment.] God, what happened to you?
[ oh. damon. she feels a pang of guilt from the part of her that's a good friend to elena. she should have reached out to damon after elena left but she was too sad about it and damon... they had their differences. she looks at her phone, annoyed and a tiny bit amused but mostly curious.
she goes to answer her door, giving him a look--]
How did you know I was even home?
she goes to answer her door, giving him a look--]
How did you know I was even home?
[ Oh, boy. This conversation is going to be a very difficult one, especially considering all they've been through and how much Gansey's started to care for Caroline.
But! As they say, there is nothing to do but rip the bandaid. So here is Gansey, ripping the bandaid. ]
Um. Hello, Caroline. [ A breath. ] It's Gansey. I hope you're doing well. I was just wondering if you maybe had a moment to speak. It's about something - it's important. It's not wholly urgent but if you could get back to me at your earliest convenience, that'd be appreciated.
You know where to reach me.
[ weep. ]
But! As they say, there is nothing to do but rip the bandaid. So here is Gansey, ripping the bandaid. ]
Um. Hello, Caroline. [ A breath. ] It's Gansey. I hope you're doing well. I was just wondering if you maybe had a moment to speak. It's about something - it's important. It's not wholly urgent but if you could get back to me at your earliest convenience, that'd be appreciated.
You know where to reach me.
[ weep. ]
[ She laughs when she hears the message because it's so... Gansey. Adorably formal, unnecessarily so. They've seen each other naked, they've shared a certain sort of intimacy that not many people have and yet... this.
Of course, she doesn't know what's coming, she thinks it's probably something like him asking her to go on a date or something. She's momentarily blissful in her ignorance.]
Gansey. You sound like you're about to... are you firing me right now? Asking me for my resignation?
Of course, she doesn't know what's coming, she thinks it's probably something like him asking her to go on a date or something. She's momentarily blissful in her ignorance.]
Gansey. You sound like you're about to... are you firing me right now? Asking me for my resignation?
Any large scale parties planned tonight?
[ she's into party-planning, it doesn't seem like an out there question. maybe it's skirting around the point in his comfort zone. he thinks he knows her well enough to come out and ask are you busy? but somehow, he isn't egocentric enough to tell her to go out with him tonight without the smallest consideration for her own possible game plan. ]
[ she's into party-planning, it doesn't seem like an out there question. maybe it's skirting around the point in his comfort zone. he thinks he knows her well enough to come out and ask are you busy? but somehow, he isn't egocentric enough to tell her to go out with him tonight without the smallest consideration for her own possible game plan. ]
I know you can take care of yourself but are you alright?
[katherine hasn't been sick in a very long time, she isn't supposed to even get sick because it was one of the many perks about being a vampire. she knows that there was bug going around the city from the network posts she has seen but being affected herself came as a surprise that she couldn't have predicted and from what the brief mentions she has seen, she has since learned that not even vampires are immune to this illness.
she is feeling miserable and unlike most things katherine is used to dealing with, being sick isn't one of them and she had any idea how to reduce her the symptoms she was feeling either. but it was the reason she sends this message to caroline in the first place]
okay so, question.
what sort of stuff would you recommend taking if you're sick?
asking for a friend.
she is feeling miserable and unlike most things katherine is used to dealing with, being sick isn't one of them and she had any idea how to reduce her the symptoms she was feeling either. but it was the reason she sends this message to caroline in the first place]
okay so, question.
what sort of stuff would you recommend taking if you're sick?
asking for a friend.
[ okay, well... has hell frozen over? is katherine pierce seriously asking for help? from her? is this a trap? it probably is but...]
Tell your 'friend' you can take cold medicine or drink tea. [ caroline remembers that it's probably been 100+ years since katherine pierce has ever been sick, she feels a little sorry for her.]
Tell your 'friend' you can take cold medicine or drink tea. [ caroline remembers that it's probably been 100+ years since katherine pierce has ever been sick, she feels a little sorry for her.]
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