[kavinsky jumps slightly on his motorcycle seat, but he'll never admit it happened. he hides it pretty well after, hitching up one eyebrow, leaning back to look at her ass in her jogging gear. then forward again. the motorcycle itself looks built for speed, but nothing as luxurious as he could have dreamed.]
Ready to go, huh? [he asks, grinning. he jerks his spiky head at the seat behind him.] C'mon. I know this stretch the five oh don't watch.
[ caroline doesn't need to see it to know she startled him. there's a little tell-tale leap of a heart rate that tells her when she surprises someone, also how could he have not been a little surprised?
she looks a little smug before she moves to circle the bike and climb on back, one arm wrapping around his waist.] Worried about getting busted for vampire racing?
I dunno about your superstrength, superspeed, superpredator of the night, blonde cape of hair queen of pain routine, [kavinsky says, starting up the motorcycle with a noisy cough.
he's so totally going to lose. but it doesn't sting somehow, even without the palliation of pills.] but regular people die from drag-racing when there's shit like cross traffic. And the fuzz. Lotta dumb shit happens when you're running away from the popo.
[the bike picks up speed, engine thrumming below her. the wind riffles through her hair-- just like a blonde cape indeed.]
I wouldn't let you die-- [ she murmurs, although a moment later she thinks she regrets saying it. if only because she wonders if he'd try that, to become a vampire. she hopes that his mind doesn't go that way.]
But good point. [ she holds onto him a little tighter as they speed up, her curls flying in the wind behind her.]
[his mind goes that way. in any other world, it wouldn't just be his mind, either. but it's merely a thought, and then it's gone. she'd said no, and here, that means something.]
I know shit too, [he answers, genially.
and it's not too far before they're there, a stretch of outskirts road. trees and shuttered industrial buildings on either side, the next street light as tiny as a star in the distance.] This is it, [he says.] Please debark carefully.
I never doubted that, [ she murmurs against his ear as they ride. it's not too long before they arrive where they need to be.] Are we racing to the street light or...?
I forgot to mention earlier your caroline faces are tooooo cuuute
[kavinsky sets his feet on the asphalt, balancing the bike. he smiles thin as a knife over his shoulder at her, but there's nothing cold in his face at all.]
Yeah man. We go on green, winner hits the next light first. Shouldn't be any cross traffic. You know. [his voice goes wry. he's so going to lose, raritywhy.] In case you got any trouble stopping.
[thin, not insincere. not about racing, anyhow. or about caroline. there's a flash of tooth at her acquiescence, the way she gets ready-- in her workout clothes. it'll never not be odd, that she's a monster and a college girl all at once. he nods up at the light as it turns red.]
Get ready, [he says.] Hey. Don't fuck me up too bad. I'm your fruit fly, remember? [he revs the engine, loud in the dark.] And--
[maybe he's been here before or maybe he's just done this too many times. but in that instant before the light turns green, she can hear a kickstart of his heart and he yells:]
[ caroline's never thought to do something like this. she's fairly sure she'll beat him easily enough but she never really used her vampirism for something as basic and potentially fun as this. it was always so serious. the stakes were always so high and right now... they aren't.
it's refreshing. and in that moment, for the first time in a long time, she doesn't feel like a monster. she feels good until well, he shouts out klaus's name and his motorcycle rushes forward the moment the light turns green.
it hits her like a brick wall and she feels a combination of things: hurt and annoyance then almost immediately bewildered amusement. and this only causes her to stumble for half a second before she charges forward, launching her body towards the finish line.
and when she gets there, she skids to a stop, laughing looking to her left to see if he made it or even came close to beating her.]
[he's well behind her. not as far back as a car would be, but it's no contest at all-- not even with his cheating. not even if he'd had his powers to cheat with, he thinks, screeching up to the light. he hits the brake, but he can't stop as sharply as she does. skids a little, turning a sharp u so he winds up finishing facing her.
then he thinks about what he did.
but she looks okay, doesn't she? happy, even. he looks at her face with a little furtively. it's kind of like how little kids, after they fall, will check around and see if anyone's watching and only cry if they have an audience. except he's only going to move to step two if the audience is actively throwing rotten fruit at the stage.]
I still wanna be a fucking vampire, [he calls out.]
[ she gives him a bit of a look at what he says, she figures this whole exercise wouldn't have made that desire wane any. moving towards the bike--] I didn't think that would change, [ she rolls her shoulders a little before looking at him.]
Sometimes you do, [ she says it lightly because she's not going to let him forget that he does that but she's also going to let him know that, right now, what he did doesn't bother her. not really.]
that last part widens his eyes, slightly but unmistakably. there's a beat's pause, measuring. he tilts his head.]
I think that means we gotta have a sleepover some time, [kavinsky says. maybe then, maybe then they'll give him his powers back. but he doesn't well. instead, the bulgarian boy reaches up, flips up the storage compartment of his motorcycle.] But for now, I know a lookout. And I brought you your shit. [he pulls it out for her to see.
a protein shake for him, and unmistakably, a bag of blood, properly packaged, for her.] Come on. I know a lookout point.
[ before she can question him about the sleepover (she will get to it), she takes stock of what he's holding up, her eyes widening in the same way his had. she feels her throat go dry and she swallows.]
How did you even...? [ get a blood bag? did she want to know.]
I know some people, babe, [he tells her, shrugging nonchalantly. it's not actually as impressive and badass as all that. he's in the hospital quite regularly, thanks to his ongoing treatment, and that vampires are known business in the city of eudio.
he watches her pretty face. it's an interesting face today, as well as pretty. he smiles.] You running out on me?
[ she's about to press him on it but then she realizes that if he did something illegal, his ass would be out of the city already. her brow stays knitted for a moment before she holds out her hand for the bag.]
[alas, it's true. kavinsky deeply enjoys himself an air of mystique and danger, but it's mostly just air anymore, really.
he tosses the blood bag at her, then slaps down the storage compartment of his motorcycle. it's much more sittable now. he waddles to turn the machine again, offering her an easy way on.]
C'mon. Drinking blood in the middle of the fucking road is fucking weird, dude. Take it from a human.
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Ready to go, huh? [he asks, grinning. he jerks his spiky head at the seat behind him.] C'mon. I know this stretch the five oh don't watch.
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she looks a little smug before she moves to circle the bike and climb on back, one arm wrapping around his waist.] Worried about getting busted for vampire racing?
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he's so totally going to lose. but it doesn't sting somehow, even without the palliation of pills.] but regular people die from drag-racing when there's shit like cross traffic. And the fuzz. Lotta dumb shit happens when you're running away from the popo.
[the bike picks up speed, engine thrumming below her. the wind riffles through her hair-- just like a blonde cape indeed.]
YOU GET OUT OF HERE STEVE.
But good point. [ she holds onto him a little tighter as they speed up, her curls flying in the wind behind her.]
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I know shit too, [he answers, genially.
and it's not too far before they're there, a stretch of outskirts road. trees and shuttered industrial buildings on either side, the next street light as tiny as a star in the distance.] This is it, [he says.] Please debark carefully.
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I forgot to mention earlier your caroline faces are tooooo cuuute
Yeah man. We go on green, winner hits the next light first. Shouldn't be any cross traffic. You know. [his voice goes wry. he's so going to lose, raritywhy.] In case you got any trouble stopping.
her face is the best :D
I can stop. [ she glances towards the light, moving to line herself up with the motorcycle just so.] Ready.
kavinsky being shitty, lmk if this is too much infomod-- i thought I saw klaus on caroline posts
Get ready, [he says.] Hey. Don't fuck me up too bad. I'm your fruit fly, remember? [he revs the engine, loud in the dark.] And--
[maybe he's been here before or maybe he's just done this too many times. but in that instant before the light turns green, she can hear a kickstart of his heart and he yells:]
KLAUS MIKAELSON!
[and guns the engine, with a primal laugh.]
you're good
it's refreshing. and in that moment, for the first time in a long time, she doesn't feel like a monster. she feels good until well, he shouts out klaus's name and his motorcycle rushes forward the moment the light turns green.
it hits her like a brick wall and she feels a combination of things: hurt and annoyance then almost immediately bewildered amusement. and this only causes her to stumble for half a second before she charges forward, launching her body towards the finish line.
and when she gets there, she skids to a stop, laughing looking to her left to see if he made it or even came close to beating her.]
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then he thinks about what he did.
but she looks okay, doesn't she? happy, even. he looks at her face with a little furtively. it's kind of like how little kids, after they fall, will check around and see if anyone's watching and only cry if they have an audience. except he's only going to move to step two if the audience is actively throwing rotten fruit at the stage.]
I still wanna be a fucking vampire, [he calls out.]
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Yeah, well, that was a dirty trick you tried.
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Yeah, well, [he shrugs his narrow shoulders, walking the bike toward her.] Sometimes I do stupid shit.
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So... now you've seen my super power.
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he brightens like a shitty toddler also.]
Yeah, man. That shit is off the chain. What else can you do? Turn into a bat? Wolf? Perky undead gas cloud?
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that last part widens his eyes, slightly but unmistakably. there's a beat's pause, measuring. he tilts his head.]
I think that means we gotta have a sleepover some time, [kavinsky says. maybe then, maybe then they'll give him his powers back. but he doesn't well. instead, the bulgarian boy reaches up, flips up the storage compartment of his motorcycle.] But for now, I know a lookout. And I brought you your shit. [he pulls it out for her to see.
a protein shake for him, and unmistakably, a bag of blood, properly packaged, for her.] Come on. I know a lookout point.
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How did you even...? [ get a blood bag? did she want to know.]
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he watches her pretty face. it's an interesting face today, as well as pretty. he smiles.] You running out on me?
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No. I never said I was going anywhere.
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he tosses the blood bag at her, then slaps down the storage compartment of his motorcycle. it's much more sittable now. he waddles to turn the machine again, offering her an easy way on.]
C'mon. Drinking blood in the middle of the fucking road is fucking weird, dude. Take it from a human.
[the most normal human on earth!]
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