INTRO

[precede]

Who: Klaus and YOU
What: a hybrid walks into a castle...
When: June 14
Where: anywhere
Rating: PG for now, permission post here


[ Klaus had his priorities, something along the lines of: coffins, Stefan, make hybrids. Somewhere between those things-to-do he also planned to pick out a nice house for his dearest family to live in, lined with the best oak and a chandelier made of Bohemian crystal, each room furnished the way he thought his siblings would like them. He kept a detailed shopping list somewhere.

Of course, the point of owning property would be to stay (the point would be to have company to share it with) and as of this moment, he was just itching to leave and maim something on his way out, preferably both and preferably now.

He sauntered about the place to look for better playthings, meeting people's eyes and smiling when it occurs to him, and bumping past people because he just doesn't give a shit. ]

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[scinlae]

[ Klaus isn't the only person with the desire to leave, having spent far too much time in the castle than she likes Morgana is on her way out. Taking her sweet time despite the itch in her head, she does not want to appear as if she is running. ]

[precede]

[ As much as he enjoys catching things (humans, vampires, errant followers, witches), Klaus takes more pleasure in the hunt. He would chase out of instinct if she appeared to be running, but she only seems like a woman taking a stroll through the town, albeit a strikingly lovely one, and he likes collecting pretty things almost as much as hunting them down.

He sees no need to hide the fact that he's watching her, a lopsided smile on his face as he walks with a jaunt toward her before stopping a polite three steps away to make a little archaic bow. ]

For making this day brighter with your presence.

[scinlae]

[ She had noticed him no long after his eyes fell on her, keenly aware that she was being watched. It is not an unfamiliar feeling, all her life she had been watched in both admiration and more.

It is the bow that makes her stop, attention snapping from the world around her to this man who seemingly appeared out nowhere. Instantly she finds herself smiling, amusement playing on her lips. ]

Such flattery.

[precede]

[ He laughs, sounding much like a scoff, and hooks his thumb into the the loop meant for his belt. He rests his weight on one leg and considers her, for a moment. ]

Did it work then? It took me a bit to think that up.

[scinlae]

[ She laughs softly, head tilting to the right. ]

Indeed, your time certainly not wasted.

[precede]

Fantastic.

[ And he pronounces the word like he relishes the sound. He shifts and leans to the other side, never quite able to keep still. ]

Is it enough to earn a name or shall I try again?

[scinlae]

Morgana. [ Truthfully she would not be against him trying again, however he has earned himself her name. ]

[precede]

[ He lets his hands flutter in the hair before placing it over his heart and bowing in introduction. ] Klaus. At my lady's service.

[scinlae]

Klaus. [ She cannot help but parrot his name, recognition flicks on like a light switch. The very same, perhaps? It is not impossible. Curious if it is, than this is the man who ordered Katherine to repeatedly stab herself in the thigh, among other things left only to her imagination. ] It certainly is a pleasure. [ A smile and she bows her head respectively, borrowing from old habits. ]

[precede]

[ He has seen enough to judge that she is far from the common chaff, a cultured one. The smirk never leaves his face, impudent even despite all the bowing and the flattery. ]

Really? Isn't it a chore by now, listening to everyone telling you how lovely you are?

[scinlae]

[ Her own smile is edged, hardly the soft and pleasant smile one would generally expected from a cultured lady. ]

Once? Perhaps, however I do not hear it so often these days.

[precede]

[ Oh, now that is just the bite he wants to see. Beautiful women are a dime a dozen but few can hold his interest longer than he can hold back the hunger.

He throws his hands in the air in disapproval. ]

What has the world come to? Should I take upon myself to shower you with compliments then?

[scinlae]

[ And there are a few people within Paradisa that manage to interest her these days. The display amuses her, the compliments enjoyable, but she is not completely taken by it all. ]

If you so wish, I would will stop you.

[precede]

But you would not ask me to.

[ He is almost compelled to compel her to ask him, but that would rig the game. ]

Were you going somewhere?

[scinlae]

I have no desire to beg for compliments.

[ It would certainly be boring, no need to ruin the game that only just began. ]

Nowhere specific, simply away from the castle.

[precede]

[ He offers her the crook of his arm in that old-fashioned way. ]

I've found people tend to run away from other people instead of places.

[scinlae]

[ After a moment she takes his arm. ]

I do not run, [ She vaguely saunters! No it is more strategically avoids. ] regardless you shall soon discover it is better to run from the place than those who reside within it.

[precede]

[ He lets his grin widen when she does. Oh yeah. And walks slowly to match her pace. ]

You're lucky they don't chase.

[scinlae]

[ She laughs, the syllables sharp and a touch detached. ]

Do not speak so loudly, you may give it ideas.

[precede]

[ He rubs his chin in thought. ] It? Does this castle have legs?

[scinlae]

[ She is joking, thankfully. ] Not yet, but have you not heard? They say it is alive.

[precede]

I've heard it, doesn't mean I believe it.

Do you?

[scinlae]

The idea of ridiculous, buildings cannot be given life even with strongest of magic.

I believe there is a power behind this place that is very gifted in the ways of deceit.

[precede]

Fancy that. Let me know when you find the curtain so I can rip it apart.

[scinlae]

Pray you are quick enough, I do very much wish to burn it and the one behind it myself.