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nrgburstTitle: The way
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating K+/PG
Word Count: just over 800
Characters: Caroline/Tyler
Summary: Even if it takes a whole lifetime, they'll find a way.
She can never figure out how he does it, but he always finds a way. The first year there’s an envelope in the box with the Red Velvet cupcakes her mom always gets. The next it comes sandwiched inside her car insurance renewal forms. And so on. She laughs out loud the year she finds it in her cleaning caddy.
Inside is always a card wishing her happy birthday with a little clue about where he’s been- lyrics from “Werewolves of London”, a little sketch of Uluru, a card made from Japanese washi. And a charm commemorating what she’s proud of doing that year: a cap with a tassel, a tiny set of scales, a little house. She never takes off the bracelet except to change up the charms, although it sometimes makes her cry to see how many there are now to sift through in her jewelry box. But it’s a reminder that while he’s still alive there is hope; hope that burns stronger every year that Klaus stays in New Orleans, with every text or email she gets.
When her mom dies, it’s hard. They’d flown out every few months for a visit until she’d grown too frail; talked every day on the phone or Skype up until the end. She’s the very last Forbes in the family plot, and that makes her sad when she sees how overgrown the Lockwood plot is already.
She makes a mental note to compel somebody to tend them once she leaves town. At least the Gilbert plot looks decent- she wonders who is doing due diligence there. Maybe Elena still visits once in a while.
She expects the pointed comments about how amazing she looks and makes evasions about the wonders of Botox and raw, vegan diets at the wake. If only they knew, she thinks with mild amusement. But she stiffens when she overhears a couple women speculating.
Crap. There have been no supernatural problems here for years- how could she have forgotten that old stories still get passed down?
She’s trying not to panic when Bonnie calmly inserts herself into the conversation.
“Let’s not be ridiculous- she’s a Founding family member and her mom was the sheriff for years. If anybody knows Caroline Forbes, it’s me, and let’s be frank- she lives in L.A. now. Tummy tucks and implants are practically standard.”
They sigh and shake their heads and turn to sharing stories about how she was always the one worried about looking hot in a bikini and guessing at what she’s had done. She turns and shares a smile with her old friend, who gives her a wink. They’ve all but lost touch, but some connections never die.
She sells the house; boxes up the last things for charity, scans the last few photos into digital memory and archives them online. With this last tie gone, they’re free. Bonnie can protect herself; the rest of the gang have scattered to the winds.
So she books a plane ticket under a brand new alias and drops her phone into the toilet at the airport. If they’re going to spend forever running, they’re going to start where she wants, even if it’s cliché.
She tries not to be disappointed when she doesn’t spot him in the crowd at arrivals, when he’s not in the lobby of the hotel. So she asks the clerk about directions to the café she’s highlighted in her guidebook after he’s checked her in. He assures her the map in the book is correct and that a bellboy will bring her bags to the room shortly.
Up in her room, she splashes water on her face and opens the window to stare at the Eiffel tower, standing tall in the distance. No big deal. She’ll go to the café and do Paris her own way until he finds her. He probably just hasn’t checked her blog yet, or she hid her trail a bit too well.
There’s a knock at the door, and she peels off a couple crisp euros for the tip before she opens it.
She just stands there for a second, stunned.
And then they’re crashing into each other, laughing and kissing and crying.
She tugs him inside and kicks the door shut and he drops her bags, laughing at just how eager she is. There’s a kind of uncertainty in his eyes even if she can feel the hunger in the way he kisses her- he doesn’t want to push this, push her. This has been the long distance relationship of the century.
“Keep this up and we won’t be doing any sightseeing for awhile,” he says.
She grins and flings him onto the bed before speeding over to straddle him, re-familiarizing herself with his smell, the feel of his hair under her fingers, the way he still looks at her like she’s the most amazing person he’s ever known. She’s still crying a little but at last it’s because she’s happy.
“Sounds like a plan,” she replies.
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Author's Note: Uluru used to be known as Ayers Rock.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating K+/PG
Word Count: just over 800
Characters: Caroline/Tyler
Summary: Even if it takes a whole lifetime, they'll find a way.
She can never figure out how he does it, but he always finds a way. The first year there’s an envelope in the box with the Red Velvet cupcakes her mom always gets. The next it comes sandwiched inside her car insurance renewal forms. And so on. She laughs out loud the year she finds it in her cleaning caddy.
Inside is always a card wishing her happy birthday with a little clue about where he’s been- lyrics from “Werewolves of London”, a little sketch of Uluru, a card made from Japanese washi. And a charm commemorating what she’s proud of doing that year: a cap with a tassel, a tiny set of scales, a little house. She never takes off the bracelet except to change up the charms, although it sometimes makes her cry to see how many there are now to sift through in her jewelry box. But it’s a reminder that while he’s still alive there is hope; hope that burns stronger every year that Klaus stays in New Orleans, with every text or email she gets.
When her mom dies, it’s hard. They’d flown out every few months for a visit until she’d grown too frail; talked every day on the phone or Skype up until the end. She’s the very last Forbes in the family plot, and that makes her sad when she sees how overgrown the Lockwood plot is already.
She makes a mental note to compel somebody to tend them once she leaves town. At least the Gilbert plot looks decent- she wonders who is doing due diligence there. Maybe Elena still visits once in a while.
She expects the pointed comments about how amazing she looks and makes evasions about the wonders of Botox and raw, vegan diets at the wake. If only they knew, she thinks with mild amusement. But she stiffens when she overhears a couple women speculating.
Crap. There have been no supernatural problems here for years- how could she have forgotten that old stories still get passed down?
She’s trying not to panic when Bonnie calmly inserts herself into the conversation.
“Let’s not be ridiculous- she’s a Founding family member and her mom was the sheriff for years. If anybody knows Caroline Forbes, it’s me, and let’s be frank- she lives in L.A. now. Tummy tucks and implants are practically standard.”
They sigh and shake their heads and turn to sharing stories about how she was always the one worried about looking hot in a bikini and guessing at what she’s had done. She turns and shares a smile with her old friend, who gives her a wink. They’ve all but lost touch, but some connections never die.
She sells the house; boxes up the last things for charity, scans the last few photos into digital memory and archives them online. With this last tie gone, they’re free. Bonnie can protect herself; the rest of the gang have scattered to the winds.
So she books a plane ticket under a brand new alias and drops her phone into the toilet at the airport. If they’re going to spend forever running, they’re going to start where she wants, even if it’s cliché.
She tries not to be disappointed when she doesn’t spot him in the crowd at arrivals, when he’s not in the lobby of the hotel. So she asks the clerk about directions to the café she’s highlighted in her guidebook after he’s checked her in. He assures her the map in the book is correct and that a bellboy will bring her bags to the room shortly.
Up in her room, she splashes water on her face and opens the window to stare at the Eiffel tower, standing tall in the distance. No big deal. She’ll go to the café and do Paris her own way until he finds her. He probably just hasn’t checked her blog yet, or she hid her trail a bit too well.
There’s a knock at the door, and she peels off a couple crisp euros for the tip before she opens it.
She just stands there for a second, stunned.
And then they’re crashing into each other, laughing and kissing and crying.
She tugs him inside and kicks the door shut and he drops her bags, laughing at just how eager she is. There’s a kind of uncertainty in his eyes even if she can feel the hunger in the way he kisses her- he doesn’t want to push this, push her. This has been the long distance relationship of the century.
“Keep this up and we won’t be doing any sightseeing for awhile,” he says.
She grins and flings him onto the bed before speeding over to straddle him, re-familiarizing herself with his smell, the feel of his hair under her fingers, the way he still looks at her like she’s the most amazing person he’s ever known. She’s still crying a little but at last it’s because she’s happy.
“Sounds like a plan,” she replies.
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Author's Note: Uluru used to be known as Ayers Rock.
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Date: 2013-02-28 11:20 am (UTC)YES? WE CAN?
Excellent!
Other things...
Firstly, I love the notion of Tyler secretly sending Caroline meaningful reminders over the years!! OF COURSE HE WOULD DO THAT AND OF COURSE SHE WOULD KNOW WHO THEY WERE FROM!
Secondly, I love that she chooses Paris as their new starting point because, OF COURSE SHE WOULD DO THAT!!
Basically, yes to your characterisation in this!! It is glorious!!
♥
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Date: 2013-02-28 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 12:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-28 12:03 pm (UTC)RIGHT??!!
Haha
/lostcause
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Date: 2013-02-28 12:10 pm (UTC)Yeah, Caroline would choose the City of Love and Lights to start, because it's totally cliche and she eats that stuff up. LOL
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Date: 2013-02-28 11:53 am (UTC)Of course it would be Paris. That is perfect. Oh, all the places that they could go.
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Date: 2013-02-28 12:16 pm (UTC)THEY SHOULD HAVE JUST RUN AWAY IN 3x22. :'(
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Date: 2013-02-28 10:53 pm (UTC)I can totally see this happeing, that they would run together if they could. Arrrrrgh. My forever creys.
Also loved this little detail:
There’s a kind of uncertainty in his eyes even if she can feel the hunger in the way he kisses her- he doesn’t want to push this, push her.
BECAUSE YES. Because Tyler's always been like that with Caroline, with their first kiss in 3x01 and also in 3x04 when she takes off his shirt but he's still a tiny bit hesitant and waits for her to give him the OK because he knows she's still upset by what happened with her dad. UGH MY HEART.
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Date: 2013-02-28 11:47 pm (UTC)BECAUSE YES. Because Tyler's always been like that with Caroline, with their first kiss in 3x01 and also in 3x04 when she takes off his shirt but he's still a tiny bit hesitant and waits for her to give him the OK
Aw, I'm glad you noticed that. Yeah, he may be horny all the time, but he always waits for her to give consent. HOW COULD THEY HAVE TAKEN HIM OFF THE SHOW? I am still just boggled over the hole that leaves. There's no outsider perspective any more except from designated Bad Guys, all the men are either abusive or assholes and it looks like switched-off!Elena will be the same. *cries*
BTW, I will try to have the fic you are waiting for up today. ;)
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Date: 2013-02-28 11:18 pm (UTC)I kinda wanna drag Julie Plec to my lap top and point at the screen while jumping up and down and saying "Make it happen, make it happen!!!!!".
I kinda love you for this.
Great job! :D
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Date: 2013-02-28 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-01 05:42 am (UTC)poor bbs. I should have known something like this was bound to happen. I mean it's not for good. There still might be a chance of him coming back if the spinoff takes off, but still, we probably won't have him or TC back until at least beginning of season 5 if not mid season 5. Although, NGL, I always thought one of them would end up dying, what with how the show use to describe them as the supernatural version of Romeo and Juliet, although I think that was Williamson, not Plec. So I'm glad that they didn't die. I guess they still have that whole star crossed lovers thing since they can't be together and are separated by things out of their control. I'm just sad because they weren't separated because they didn't love each other or because things changed, they are still in love, they just didn't have a choice:( Stupid Klaus.
except for the Klaroline invasion in the Forwood tag on tumblr. LOL
has it gotten worse than it was before lately? I don't go into the Forwood tag for that reason but a couple people mentioned that they are in there more than they were before.
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:00 am (UTC)Yeah, the Forwood tag invasion has gotten really obnoxious. they keep using stolen graphics from we heart it too. LOL
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Date: 2013-03-01 08:49 am (UTC)Stolen KC graphics? Why the hell are they posting those in the forwood tag? LOL. Do you think they are just starting to get obnoxious because of the recent spoilers about 4x16 and that KC aren't hooking up before the spinoff? I know most ships have crazy fans, but it seems extra crazy with KC fans.
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