props to whoever made this art i like
it definitely matches the song
the song's vibes
you're a little child, and you see a forest. Its trees are an extremely dark green, almost black. It's enchanting.
You don't believe in magic and fairy tales anymore, but something about it - you can't explain it, but it's calling you there.
You look up at the sky.
It is sunset, your mother has told you to return home by now, but you decide to venture.
It is a little scary, being alone. You've heard stories of the wolves eating naughty children. You know that if you see folk with more than five fingers, run, and never look back.
You walk with heavy steps, slowly. Each step feels as if it drains much energy. Your fingers tighten around your dagger, looking for any signs of danger.
You think back to the words your mother told you, her advice, if you were ever to explore the forest.
"The trees hide the beasts, who wish to eat you".
Suddenly, you hear faint music. It's like the music they play in dances. You tip-toe silently through the grass to investigate.
Before long, you find the source.
You see many people in a circle. They're dancing to the music. The musicians are playing pan-pipes and lutes, and much more instruments that you thought were long gone, relics of the past.
Before he passed away, your grandfather told you the tales of how he saw faeries as a child. He said they were beautiful dancers, and you dismissed that as his stories of make believe, as he was a children's author. But, maybe, his words had a hint of truth.
You don't know if the dancing people are hostile or not, so you hide behind a rock.
You watch silently, seeing how they dance. Their legs are quick and nimble, going up and down quickly; their torsos turning and spinning. It's like those YouTube videos of russian ballet dancers you watched, because algorithm.
They form into a big circle, then fracturing into many circles. They form a line, twisting and turning and making a giant snake-like figure.
You're entranced. The dance is mesmerising. All you can think of is how they move, elegantly and quickly.
It feels like a minute has passed, when suddenly, you feel someone's hand on your shoulder.
Her face is of worry.
"What are you doing here, child? It's well past your bed-time, and I was looking for you. You're lucky a beast hasn't gobbled you up. quickly, let's go back home. It is not safe here."
"Mother," you say, "I was watching the beautiful dance!"
"Right over there!"
You point to where the people were dancing and playing instruments.
But, alas, they are no-where to be found.
What was a sunset sky just now, has turned into a sea of darkness. The only light is the torch your mother is holding.
"Come on, child. Let's go! Or *they* will eat you. Let's Go!"
You're frozen, for just a split second. You think back to the beauty of the dance. It was otherworldly, something you can't explain.
Then you wake up from your daydream and realize you got a little carried away while listening to fucking spotify
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Klaroline Fic UPDATE
As a Federal Agent, Caroline Forbes has always lived by a strict moral code. But when new evidence comes to light that Klaus Mikaelson, the first man she helped send to death row, may not be guilty hours before his execution, she begins to question everything she’s ever known. As the investigation leads to the heartbreaking truth, she’s forced to choose between what is right and what is just.
Chapter Five - Mercy
Taking the phone from him, Caroline nodded. "Thank you-" she eyed his nametag- "Donovan. You can close the door on your way out." She watched pityingly as he scurried out the door, idly wondering how long he'd last in corrections. Not long, probably. Inhaling deeply, she sat across from Klaus. The two made eye contact and she gulped; she'd been hoping to talk with him one last time. He watched with bated breath, teeth grinding together and shackled hands clenched into fists as his eyes pleaded with her to let him go. "Logan, hey. I was just about to call you," she answered in a forced casual tone, a smile in her voice that didn't meet her broken eyes still bloodshot from crying.
"I've been calling you for hours. Where the fuck have you been?" The Assistant Director's voice was so loud that Klaus could hear it from across the table, although just barely.
Carefully schooling her features into those of a seasoned agent, Caroline replied smoothly, "I was following up on that lead. You hit me with a hell of a lot to do in one day. It was a lot to go through."
"Well, I sure as hell hope you have some answers for me," he spat bitterly, clearly frustrated. "I've had Judge Lockwood on standby for hours. Do you know how much heat I'm taking for making a federal judge sit by the phone?!"
"He's on standby because we're talking about a man's life here, Logan," she reminded him sternly, the sound of Klaus' fingers drumming anxiously against the steel table pounding in her ears, the grinding of his teeth nearly audible. "You said it yourself; we can't afford to make a mistake. My investigation had to be thorough."
"And what were your findings?" he demanded with a huff. The room felt like it was closing in on her as she agonized over the decision she'd already made. It was one thing to know the right thing to do; it was another to carry that out. The way Klaus' eyes were boring into hers only intensified the tension already thick between them, every breath heavy down her throat. "Caroline? Did I lose you?"
Shaking her head as her heart beat wildly in her chest, the agent replied, "No, no I'm here."
"Well? He's guilty, right?"
Written for Klaroline AU Season, 2021 @klaroline-event
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