[ caroline finds it hard to let things go. her humanity sticks to her like a bad smell, just like her memories and her old habits of ensuring everyone's okay before she looks after herself or sacrificing herself for the good of everyone who really doesn't deserve it. maybe it's a part of her personality being amplified, her selfnessness and stupidity, as damon would call it, but caroline's never been able to let it go, despite trying to trick herself into thinking so.
things with klaus aren't easy. she never expected it to be anything like in the movies; bad boy and good girl somehow collide with redemption on one side and growth on the other. klaus doesn't redeem himself just like caroline doesn't grow into the bad girl he tries to get her to be. she can't let go of her restraint on who she is; she'll always want to be that human girl who doesn't want to rip out the jugular of anyone who looks at her - or even klaus - the wrong way. but she finds that klaus accepts her for who she is, maybe not exactly one hundred and ten percent as he tries to rid the human side of her more and more with the encouragement to dig into the flesh of someone's neck, but it's close enough.
nothing's really perfect.
her mother's almost eighty when she ends up killed. hunters, werewolves, other vampires; it's one or the other. she's never been intent on spilling blood before, but after losing the one last piece of who she sometimes desperately holds onto, caroline's stopped resisting the urge to rip into skin like it's dinner.
and it's why she's in the women's bathroom of a bar, doing just that. if only it was bon temps would she be making a feast of everyone on the bar itself. she's got the man's neck exposed and bent in such a way she's not sure how he's still managing to gasp for breath. compelling him to be a doll beneath her fingers doesn't let her have any fun. ]
i want my future things, so i'm forcing you rn into giving it to me.
things with klaus aren't easy. she never expected it to be anything like in the movies; bad boy and good girl somehow collide with redemption on one side and growth on the other. klaus doesn't redeem himself just like caroline doesn't grow into the bad girl he tries to get her to be. she can't let go of her restraint on who she is; she'll always want to be that human girl who doesn't want to rip out the jugular of anyone who looks at her - or even klaus - the wrong way. but she finds that klaus accepts her for who she is, maybe not exactly one hundred and ten percent as he tries to rid the human side of her more and more with the encouragement to dig into the flesh of someone's neck, but it's close enough.
nothing's really perfect.
her mother's almost eighty when she ends up killed. hunters, werewolves, other vampires; it's one or the other. she's never been intent on spilling blood before, but after losing the one last piece of who she sometimes desperately holds onto, caroline's stopped resisting the urge to rip into skin like it's dinner.
and it's why she's in the women's bathroom of a bar, doing just that. if only it was bon temps would she be making a feast of everyone on the bar itself. she's got the man's neck exposed and bent in such a way she's not sure how he's still managing to gasp for breath. compelling him to be a doll beneath her fingers doesn't let her have any fun. ]