150 Days of Joseph Morgan: Day 10

Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

actual sunshine caroline forbes:

Her smile grew. “Champagne’s perfect. Are we celebrating?” It was so easy, talking to him like no time had passed at all. It felt comfortable. Like finding something she’d been sorely missing. It scared her all the same. 

                “I must insist that you stay here in my humble home.”

On some level, she knew it was a subtle manipulation; an excuse to keep her here. But it was an excuse she latched on to, because it saved her from pretending. She also knew he was seeing right through her–it was in that boyish smile playing around his mouth, the way his eyes twinkled. She wanted to find it annoying, but instead she just slid her bag off her shoulder and sat it by one of the plush sofas. 

“Well, I suppose it’ll do. I mean, it seems like this place is pretty cramped,” she teased, gesturing around her. Awkwardness followed, and she toyed with the glass in her hands as stepped closer to him. “How–how’ve things been for you down here? I mean, I’m totally sure you’re leading a quiet, drama-free life, but I thought I should ask. To be polite.” 

“Aren’t we always?” He countered. “Mystic Falls is a small town that enjoys it’s revels, isn’t it. And while we’re not in dear old Mystic Falls, we’ll keep the observances.”

He watched her toy with her cup, and he sipped his own champagne. so few people had the audacity to tease him this way, and he adored that about her. his swept the room, considering what lay beyond, and he shrugged as though it were the first time he’d considered it.

“I’m glad it meets your exacting standards, love.” He said. “I suppose even Versailles in all it’s glory would be merely passable for you.” He sipped more champagne, picturing her for just a moment in those grand rooms, ruling over such grandeur and elegance. Marie Antoinette had been as formidable as she was beautiful, but his Caroline would have been more than her match. 

“Ah, yes. you know me, quietly secluded with my books and my paints,” he purred, eyes flashing at her. “Not much to speak of.”

He considers compelling her. It would certainly get him answers, and h e doesn’t like being spoken to in this tone. He refrains, however; Elijah would-be proud of his forbearance. 

“try to keep a civil tone, love. I don’t like bad manners,” he told her.

“yes, yes. We’re all people. Kumbaya, and all that. But some of us are more than, aren’t we? I, for example, am a vampire-werewolf hybrid. And you, my firey young friend, are different. human, but more. I find that fascinating.”

“I am a person, not a thing.  That is all you need to know about me.”  Claire stood her ground now, refusing to back down any further.  

“you may be no one, but you’re not exactly nothing, are you,” he answered. He tracked her movement, a predatory grin spreading.

“as I said. you’re interesting. and don’t be so foolish as to think you can outrun or elude me. It’s best if you do as I say, love. That usually ends up being the least messy option.”

“That’s… really not helping you seem like any less of a creep.”  Claire took a step backward, certainly on the defensive now.  “Why are you so interested in me?  I’m no one.”

solitudexpsychosis is ruining my life with klaus’ sexiness

soulbranded

“Do you have a reason for coming into my presence unannounced, little witch, or are you, like most of your kind, only here to annoy me further?”

“Forgive me for my... creepness,” he murmured, giving her an innocent face.

“But do be so kind as to tell me what you are. You;’re not a witch, you don’t smell like righteous self-important power. you are human, but also more, are you not?”

“Sorry, ‘interesting’ isn’t a good enough reason. I’m afraid you’ll have to find some other girl to get your creep on.”

“You’re interesting,” he said; apparently it was no use trying to elude her.

“Believe me, love, interesting is rare enough to attract attention.”

“Yup.  Just a tourist.”  He didn’t answer her question, though, and Claire didn’t like that.  Not one bit.

“Why were you following me?”

He grinned, resisting the urge to say we don’t have a thing. He just let his eyes linger on her a moment, eyebrow raised. “Champagne, or has your taste changed?” his tone is droll, yet the smile didn’t leave his face. He watched her look around his home and felt a warmth at her approval. 

“I must insist,” he said, his smile fading for a moment, “that you stay here in my humble home.” It wasn’t just that he wanted to keep her close to him; he had enemies in New Orleans. hotel workers could be bribed, trustworthy security could be gotten around. He’d not let her take the risk. “New Orleans is a dangerous place, love, even for brave, spontaneous, fearless girls.” He poured her drink, handing her the cup, not letting his fingers linger on hers.

“I can put you near Elijah’s quarters. One doesn’t dare even think an ungentlemanly thing in his vicinity,” he said, his grin flashing big and warm again. “I’d offer to put you near Rebekah, but the girl holds a grudge.”

                    “Or do you have something more intimate in mind?”

She shot him a look at that and felt heat climb up her cheeks. Okay, so she had totally had crazy hot sex with him in a forest. While theoretically looking for her lost friend. A girl had needs. But that didn’t mean she was here to jump in the sack with him. She was here to… Okay, she didn’t really know what she was here for, but dammit, she was going to exercise some self-control if it killed her.

He must’ve read the look on her face because then he offered her a drink, and that drew a smile. “Yeah, a drink. That’s our thing, right?” 

She looked around the house. Like all his things, it was beautiful. “Hey, do you know of a good hotel? I actually did this kind of spur-of-the-moment.” There was a touch of pride there, like she was saying See, I can be spontaneous and totally still pretending like she had every intention of actually staying in a freaking hotel. 

so doesn't that just make you kind of blind to yr characters flaws lol like she fucked his brother the next day after he dumped her and you don't think that's kind of slutty on her part

wow okay i mean first of all,  the second you break up with someone, you owe them nothing. literally nothing. n o t h i n g. she could have dumped his ass in walmart and fucked some guy in the parking lot in the back of a minivan and it would not have mattered bc they were broken up. i don’t care if the person she fucked is his brother, his best friend, his dad, his mom, his yoga instructor – it does not matter.  she doesn’t owe stefan salvatore shit. she doesn’t owe damon salvatore shit. she does not owe your ass shit. elena gilbert can fuck whoever the fuck she wants as long as the other party has consented to it. second of all, the word slut is literally spawned off of some misogynistic as fuck idea that men can’t keep it in their pants. the idea that men need sex and therefore can’t be blamed for getting it somewhere else if their female partner ain’t putting out. lemme tell you, they can. men are to be held just as accountable as women are.  so why is it that elena and the other female ladies on this show and on others are called sluts for being sexually available and positive ??  misogyny.  sorry 2 be the one to inform you of this, but yes, it exists.  it’s the reason why the fandom doesn’t care when stefan or damon have sex. it’s why elena and caroline and rebekah and katherine and other ladies i can’t think of right now are demonized for it when they do. so, here you have it: elena gilbert likes sex.  she enjoys it, and when she wants it, she gets it. she’s comfortable in her sexuality. and that’s totally fine. the real question is, why are you demeaning a female for enjoying sex as much as your white male fave ?  why does that threaten you ?  bc tbh, i think if anything, that makes you sort of blind to your own flaws — because you clearly aren’t getting that you’re continuing to perpetrate an idea that tells women that they are not allowed to be comfortable in their own sexuality, that they should yield to the needs of a man, and accept that a man can not be held accountable for the same actions that they are. and why on earth would you want to do that ? 

“clever girl,” he said with a smirk.

He ignored her question, shrugging. she was different; at the very least, she smelled slightly different than other humans and he wanted to know why. “What brings you to New Orleans, love? Seeing the sights?”

      “Well, it looks like I caught you.”  She looks at him suspiciously, trying to be subtle about getting into a defensive stance, ready to run.  “Why were you following me?”