klaus mikaelson (howeverlong) wrote in carnaval_logs, |
Klaus had taken solace in the fact that, at the very least, he would be able to compel whatever he needed out of most people. Unfortunately, considering the time period, he doubted he would be able to find everything he would want. While the fact he was here, in the 1930s, in Oklahoma, was disconcerting given the fact he had previously been in 2013 New Orleans, Klaus could operate within the confines he had been given for the time being. Until he figured it all out, anyway. Time was something Klaus had plenty of. There were eons at his fingertips. Time did nothing but move around him, after all.
His collected and calm mindset was rattled, however, when he heard a familiar voice. He turned his head, blue eyes quickly finding her, and then Klaus shifted his whole body to face the blonde. "Caroline," the utter surprise was evident on his face. Of all the people to discover here, Caroline was the last he would have ever expected. It took him a moment to recover and Klaus slipped into a mode he very rarely bothered with - concern. He quickly closed the distance between them and lifted his hands as if he was going to touch her face, only to let them fall back down to his sides. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Has anyone hurt you?" He had done a number on the carnie he had first encountered, but Klaus was a man. He had no disillusions on the way women were treated in less-than-savory circles and while no one could really hurt Caroline, he asked anyway.
Time became more important, suddenly. He could bide his time here. Klaus was utterly immortal and more powerful than any other creature in the world. Caroline was nearly as immortal and nearly as powerful, but Klaus found the thought of her spending too much time in a place like this to be bothersome. Caroline Forbes was too beautiful for this filth. But he took a beat and composed himself, his concerned expression melting back into a more typical, neutral one. He looked her over, "I must say, you look beautiful," he complimented her, as always. The others might have found the more modest and plain women's clothing to be boring and even ugly, but Klaus had fond memories of the time period. It wasn't flapper dresses or corsets or heels, but women were classier than they were in modern times.