( her eyes said more than she ever could when klaus brought hope back after everything. she's worn many titles since the twins were born. mother. reporter. headmaster salvatore. he drops hope off with a glance between them as caroline finishes up a tour with a prospective student. but, the real world beckons. a flash of a smile and caroline fields a question from one of her werewolf students. and then klaus is gone again.
almost face to face now, months later, and she still feels his eyes on her - even if he isn't facing her. she felt his presence when he'd arrived. the campus is different. whispers of hope's true parentage, of alaric's disapproval of his involvement altogether...
gone are the days of hope marshall-kenner.
whiskey, she can provide. she'd return to her office, dig out the good stuff, but that would require her from leaving him alone. and he doesn't tell her to leave him alone.
caroline felt the same way about her girls. josie couldn't come up with a reason for hope's outburst, and lizzie couched it in her being unable to regulate her feelings. she would know. but there is something all three girls aren't fessing up to, whether they were all involved, or whether it wasn't hope at all.
she settles beside him in time to meet his gaze. )
She is covering. For Lizzie or for Josie. Maybe a phantom fourth party. Alyssa Chang, maybe. ( she doesn't know. her context is her own, her school's, her world. she whispers the last part to herself under her sigh. ) I don't know why they're all lying or where this sudden loyalty came from, but I can't say I hate the idea of them -- bonding enough to stick up for one another.
( she is sorry for calling him down now. things are more complicated, not solved, and definitely not soothed. )
I wish I could tell you why.
( she looks down and away. )
A year ago controlling my daughters meant hem-lines and sticking it to the patriarchy. And the parties I let them sneak out to. And now, they're arm-in-arm covering for -- petty arson.
( she smiles. the proximity, hearing his voice, being able to commiserate in this case, and even to see him at all. )
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almost face to face now, months later, and she still feels his eyes on her - even if he isn't facing her. she felt his presence when he'd arrived. the campus is different. whispers of hope's true parentage, of alaric's disapproval of his involvement altogether...
gone are the days of hope marshall-kenner.
whiskey, she can provide. she'd return to her office, dig out the good stuff, but that would require her from leaving him alone. and he doesn't tell her to leave him alone.
caroline felt the same way about her girls. josie couldn't come up with a reason for hope's outburst, and lizzie couched it in her being unable to regulate her feelings. she would know. but there is something all three girls aren't fessing up to, whether they were all involved, or whether it wasn't hope at all.
she settles beside him in time to meet his gaze. )
She is covering. For Lizzie or for Josie. Maybe a phantom fourth party. Alyssa Chang, maybe. ( she doesn't know. her context is her own, her school's, her world. she whispers the last part to herself under her sigh. ) I don't know why they're all lying or where this sudden loyalty came from, but I can't say I hate the idea of them -- bonding enough to stick up for one another.
( she is sorry for calling him down now. things are more complicated, not solved, and definitely not soothed. )
I wish I could tell you why.
( she looks down and away. )
A year ago controlling my daughters meant hem-lines and sticking it to the patriarchy. And the parties I let them sneak out to. And now, they're arm-in-arm covering for -- petty arson.
( she smiles. the proximity, hearing his voice, being able to commiserate in this case, and even to see him at all. )
I'm sorry. Teenagers never make it easy.