𝑶𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄 ~ (𝒂𝒅𝒋.) 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈; 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈
Arabella liked to ignore all the supernatural drama that happened in Mystic Falls, following the motto 'Ignorance is...
My eyes flicker open, a tired groan falling from my lips as I lift my head, looking around with a confused expression before realising I was still in the art room. Klaus' arm was tightly wrapped around my waist, holding me against his chest. My gaze travels over his face, studying his features as my hand lightly reaches up, brushing a few of his curls out of his face.
"It's rude to stare, love" Klaus says lowly, a smirk forming on his face as his eyes flicker down to my own.
"Coming from the man who quite literally can't keep his eyes off me." I quip back with a smug smirk of my own causing Klaus to chuckle deeply, burying his face into the crook of my neck.
"Touché" Klaus mutters, leaving a feather light kiss on my pulse point before unwrapping his arms from my waist and slipping out from behind me causing me to frown at the loss of warmth.
"As much as I'd love to lay with you in here the whole day, there's things that need to be done, people to threaten." Klaus states cheerfully, cashing me to smile fondly at the fact he looked so happy whilst talking about threatening someone. I sit up with a groan, my limbs protesting as I stretch out my arms and legs, my body definitely didn't appreciate sleeping on the sofa.
"You need a shower" Klaus states bluntly causing me to gasp in offence, my eyes widening and looking over at him as he laughs in amusement at my expression.
"Are you saying I smell?" I ask incredulously, walking over to him with my arms crossed as Klaus repeatedly shakes his head.
"No, my love. You're covered in paint." Klaus says with an innocent smile as he gestures towards my arms and even my face. My gaze drifts down to spot the tiny splatters of paint all up and down my arms from our painting session last night.
"I could say the same for you" I retort back, pointing towards his own hands and arms as we walk out of the art room.
"Then perhaps we should shower together" Klaus suggests with a playful smirk as we reach my room, his hand resting against the door beside my head, trapping me against it.
"In your dreams" I reply with a grin, discretely reaching down to the door handle at my side whilst maintaining eye contact with Klaus and biting my lip.
