Klaus

Tired

"Don't you dare walk away from me" a rough hand gently grabbed my wrist preventing me from moving any further. "Niklaus..." I barley recognized my own voice. I was so tired. Hot tears made their way down my face as my body and soul began to crack under all the stress and pressure they had been under as of late. Nothing was said. We stood there. His hand slowly making its way to mine until it softly intertwined our fingers. I let him. All I wanted was for him to just be there with me. He gave my hand a small squeeze before tugging me back against him. My tears began to fall faster and my heart sped up. It was nearly impossible to catch a breath at the moment until his lips were against my ear, so softly he whispered "Shh love...it's okay" he let my hand go only to wrap his arms tightly around me, "feel but do not allow it to consume you" my tears stopped falling. Slowly but surely. My heart rate began falling into rhythm with his. Everything shifted. I felt at peace. Home. I slowly turned to face him. His eyes of course had a hint of amusement to them. My red eyes which produced the tears that stained cheeks must have made him laugh on the inside. At that thought I smiled a little. First time in months, it felt great. "I think you meant to say th-" he cut himself off mid sentence jumping slightly at the loud wail I let out. Once I stopped we stared at each other. Odd to see the big bad Mikaelson at lost for words. At that I giggled, once I was done with my fit I was overwhelmed with a powerful feeling of tiredness. I felt my eyes droop and my heart beat began to slow instantly. Everything felt heavy. I was ready to just pass out. "There she goes" there was that smirk. It was all I seen before I passed out.

I was in and out of it when I noticed I was being carried bridal style down the long candle lit hallway. "Once you fully awake do as I said before. You will be okay love" not a smirk but a genuine smile was flashed before darkness took over again.