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Nov. 28th, 2012
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Nov. 28th, 2012 04:44 pmKlaus beams in with everybody else, but a quick look around assures him that Caroline's body isn't here, and he knows just where to look. He ignores everyone, although on his way he finds John Watson and gets him to give him a proper splint. Watson clearly thinks that Klaus is a little insane for having walked even this little with his makeshift splint, and tries to get Klaus to take a crutch, at least, but Klaus ignores him.
Once he's fixed up enough that he can walk - painfully, but that's nothing, and the broken bone will have mended in a couple of hours - Klaus is on his way again, towards the morgue.
It's not an easy thing, bringing Caroline's body back to their room on a broken leg, but he does it anyway, and changes out of his Port Royal clothes. He loosens Caroline's corset, feeds her a little of his blood in case it helps, and waits. He's taken her ring off, and he's holding it and wondering what to do with it. Now that they're cut off from the bloody witch, it might not subject the wearer to her will anymore, and yet still work against the sun, if she enchanted it for that at all. Best not to trash it, but he doesn't like it.
Eventually, his leg mends, and he's sketching again, the ring abandoned on the desk - sketches of Caroline in Port Royal.
And eventually, Caroline moves, and it's an effort not to crowd her. Instead, he puts pen and paper down and leans his forearms on his thighs, body angled towards the bed where he laid her out.
Once he's fixed up enough that he can walk - painfully, but that's nothing, and the broken bone will have mended in a couple of hours - Klaus is on his way again, towards the morgue.
It's not an easy thing, bringing Caroline's body back to their room on a broken leg, but he does it anyway, and changes out of his Port Royal clothes. He loosens Caroline's corset, feeds her a little of his blood in case it helps, and waits. He's taken her ring off, and he's holding it and wondering what to do with it. Now that they're cut off from the bloody witch, it might not subject the wearer to her will anymore, and yet still work against the sun, if she enchanted it for that at all. Best not to trash it, but he doesn't like it.
Eventually, his leg mends, and he's sketching again, the ring abandoned on the desk - sketches of Caroline in Port Royal.
And eventually, Caroline moves, and it's an effort not to crowd her. Instead, he puts pen and paper down and leans his forearms on his thighs, body angled towards the bed where he laid her out.