wholeworldoutthere | Thursday, May 24

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Thursday, May 24

That morning, Klaus did wake up with a rather horrible hangover. It was far worse than the one he had had in Venice, and it took a lot longer to vanish. A couple of hours, after sufficient blood-drinking, even if the blood provided by the replicator seemed particularly horrid. Eventually, he felt good enough to function, and saw Caroline's message when he checked his comm.

He still did not know exactly what he felt, only that he needed to know more, and now that it sounded as if she had told someone else of what they were...

It took him a while to find her, because he had expected her to seek out the company of others. She had never struck him as a solitary person, but he had never known her after an abduction to a space station, either. He ended up finding her at the end of one of the long dead-end hallways on the second level, and as soon as she spotted him he raised his hands in the international sign for 'I come in peace.'

"I want to know what happened to Finn," he told her, slowly walking closer, but something in his voice made it more like a request than it usually would have been.

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When exactly has Klaus become her girl friend, dragged along to help out on decorating committees, or whatever it is Bekkah was going on about? "Just to clarify things," he specifies, "are you asking me to come with you to the dinner, or to help out?"

There's only one of these two options he's even vaguely entertaining, after all.

"You'd come to both things," she says, with a Duh, of course look on her face, like it's super obvious and he's just not getting it. It doesn't mesh well with the occasional sniff and her reddened eyes, but she's hardly letting that stop her at all.

"Because. Okay?" She pauses, and then after a second-- "..... Please?"

Amy's words come back to him - that they should date - and he can't help but smile a little. "If you'd told me all I had to do to get you to ask me out was get abducted on a mysterious space station..."

He has to point it out, because he's all too amused, now, and he has, in fact, never been asked out. Propositioned was something else entirely, but asked out? No. Not that he thinks Caroline will find this quite as amusing as him, but still.

"What?!" Her voice is a weird sort of squeak. 'What? That is not what this is. At all. Even a little. This is not a date. This is- this is....." And she can't come up with a word that can't be misconstrued as date, before she says, "Friends. I mean- Acquaintances. It's acquaintances, because I know you, and you know me, and I'm the only person you know, and so it would be really nice, you know, if you came and did this thing with me that I want to do."

There. That- that cleared that up. Sort of.

Well, then, if that is what it is. The half-smile on Klaus's lips is not going anywhere, but he's willing to indulge her in her appraisal of 'what this is' for the sake of argument.

"In that case, I hope you're prepared to return the favour, love," he points out. Because he's the only person she knows, and it would be really nice if she came and did this thing with him that he wanted to do.

She pauses, and then her brows furrow, and she speaks slowly. "What? What do you want me to do."

She's wary, that much is clear, but she's at least willing to hear him out. Which... Which she shouldn't be willing to do, but since his t-shirt's still all splotchy where she cried on him, and he actually sort of came to find her, and he actually asked who hurt her like it mattered - not to mention the Nobody here's going to hurt you even if it lasted five seconds and she didn't really believe him... she's willing to hear him out.

"No idea for the moment," Klaus answers, with a cheerful sort of shrug. "Did anybody tell you that the station docked in Venice a little while back? I'm sure we can find something I want to do wherever and whenever we dock next."

He's quite confident that they will dock again, or he doesn't see the point of them docking once. He just hopes it'll be soon, but for him and Caroline, it's less of an issue than for most people on board.

"Well, this is just dinner and some helping clean so... it's gotta be similar. Like, I dunno, no killing people, nothing where I have to make out with you, nothing gross. Deal?" She watches him with raised brows, her head tipping to the side, and then, as second later--

"... Venice?!" And all she can think - all she can think in that second is when he promised to show her the world, and then she remembered Tyler, and yeah, he broke the sire bond, but she didn't know it then, and she was so angry, and-- "Like, Venice, Venice?"

"Seventeenth century Venice," he confirms, with a smile. "Not in our world, but one close enough. In the middle of the masquerade, you would have loved it."

He isn't stupid enough that he would have asked to go on a killing spree with him, just as he kept Amy away from those in Venice. But accompanying him to this or that evening - as friends, of course, no, acquaintances - nothing like a date - that was, of course, perfectly acceptable, and exactly what he had in mind.

She asks it because she has too, even though she doesn't really want too - it just sort of falls out of her mouth. "Was it beautiful?" She's staring up at him, mostly because she can't even wrap her brain around it. Seventeenth century Venice. Just... outside, boom, Venice. "The dresses and stuff?" She says that part softly, but she doesn't look away.

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"The masks and the dresses, and the costumes," he confirms, smiling now a softer smile simply from the look on her face. He knows that it's not really him she's looking at that way, but it's close enough. "There was such creativity at the time, Caroline. A lot of us attended the Doge's ball, and you would have fit right in with the most graceful women of Venice."

"There was a real ball?" She looks enthralled, but then her brows furrow. "What's a Doge?" She makes a face, and then shakes her head. "But you lived it, didn't you? You've done all that already, since you're like a million years old or whatever. Does it matter? That you've seen it all before."

Her estimation of his age gets a chuckle out of Klaus. "It means I blend in easily, but if you're asking me if it means I don't see the beauty anymore... I wouldn't want to live this badly if I didn't. I could take you to any place, any time I've been, and I could still point the beauty out to you."

It sounds more like a promise, or an invitation, than an answer to her question, and yet it is one, as well.

"Tell me about it," she says, and she's actually smiling, and it's real. "Pick one of the most amazing things you've seen - not Venice, but anywhere, and just- just tell me." Because she needs it, maybe, or because she wants to know, or maybe just because she doesn't know any better.

For a second he's tempted to say, 'your smile', and that's why he breaks eye contact for a moment, ducking his head as he checks his thoughts, and his words, and leans his back against the curved wall before he looks up at her. "Making me choose the one is cruel and unusual, love," he points out with a half smile, but he's choosing all the same. "Have you ever seen photographs of Iceland? It won't do the country justice, but it's a start. There is this place in South, right up a green cliff, where you're standing in the middle of the vegetation, and at your feet stretches a glacier. They have waterfalls that would put Niagara to shame - they are smaller, but so much more beautiful for it. There is something touching about them, something more easy to relate to. They also have thermal pools where you can bathe in naturally hot water as you gaze upon nearby snowy peaks, and fields of lava rocks they thing are trolls caught by the sun." He smiles, because of the memory. "You'd like their horses as well."

The way she's looking at him as he tells her that is very not smart. Very not smart, because she looks sort of somewhere between entranced and moved, and it's not until she sees him smile and she smiles in response, not until he says that she'd like their horses that she realises that she's staring at him, and she jerks her eyes away, swallowing thickly. "Oh. That's- I mean, it sounds nice," she says, because- because she was dating Tyler, and Klaus was sort of a creep, and-- and there was a lot of other reasons, but right now her brain wasn't saying creep, it was sort of saying other stuff, but she had already looked away, so that was fine.

It wasn't like she was just thinking about him. At all. "So, Friday morning? You'll show up?" Her voice cracked on the Friday, because- because of reasons, okay?

Horses, he shouldn't have mentioned the bloody horses, taking her back to that spat they had, and Klaus could kick himself. As it is, he loses the soft smile, drops his gaze for a second, then pushes off from the wall and smiles at Caroline again. His other smile, the one most people get. "As soon as you start calling it a date, love."

Because he can, and he wants to, and he wants her to.

"Hey! That wasn't the deal. It was acquaintances, and I'd have to go with you as your acquaintance to some... thing. At the next place we land or whatever." She paused. "I don't have my ring."

Important thing to note. "We don't all just get zapped into wherever we land, right? Because I- I can't-" And she's not getting wound up again, she just sounds really, really tired. "I've had enough sunlight without my ring to last me a lifetime."

True, that, but he dismisses that possibility. "We get teleported, it's all very Star Trek," never mind the fact that Kirk and Spock were on board. "The teleporters remain active during the whole time we are docked, you can get beamed down at night. We can look for a witch."

More things for them to do together; who is he to turn down this opportunity?

"Okay, but... this thing. On Friday. It's not a date. I'm dating Tyler. He's my boyfriend." She's looking up at him expectantly, and then ventures. "We could be... friends?" LIke that was hopefully enough of a bone for him to let the whole date thing go.

"Tyler's not here," Klaus points out with raised eyebrows, "and friends do sometimes date, from what I hear. It's a deal."

He smiles, winningly, like he doesn't know how much he's getting on her nerves.

"As friends, right? Not date? Because we're not. dating." She nodded once, watching him, as if she's going to get him to nod, too. "Friday morning? As not a date?"

Because how would she explain that? What would she do? 'Oh, yeah, I just happened to GO ON A DATE with Klaus. You know, psycho killer Klaus.'

Who also held her when she'd lost her mind and started sobbing all over him, and said he'd protect her. And- "Hey, when you talk to Bruce, there's not going to be any beating up or anything, right? Like, don't make him mad."

"Of course not," Klaus tells her, although his tone makes it very obvious that he is lying, and not bothering to cover it up. What did she think he meant when he said that he would see to it she not get hurt again?

The fact that she's changing the subject from the date is welcome, because she's changing it before she's made him agree that it wasn't one. So it is one.

"He'll hurt you." She says it without hesitating. "You don't know. You don't." Apparently talking about her dad torturing her doesn't actually make her start to ramp up again, but there's something about Klaus going toe to toe with Bruce when he's a monster that she can't deal with, because she was seriously lucky that he didn't pop her head off like a pez dispenser. "Promise me. Promise me." And she is 100% completely, intensely serious. "It doesn't matter how strong you are, he's- Please." There's that word again, and she is not thinking about why she's insisting with him, even though it'd be an easy way for him to be dead, if she had wanted him that way.

Klaus doesn't understand why she cares. If there was a white oak stake on board, then yes, she could be frightened for her life. But there isn't, so he can't die. But what she is saying does mean one other thing.

"If he's that dangerous, all the more reason for me to take him out," he points out, and there is no smile on his face or in his voice now, he's all serious.

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