Re: Under the trees: Elijah/Klaus
Klaus turned his head slowly towards where the other guests were frolicking together. “I like people,” he said softly. “And talking. And kissing. I like kissing.” He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. Couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed someone when he’d been sober, either. “I don’t like drinking so much.” That was far too slow for his needs.
He looked back at Elijah, surprised and possibly alarmed by the way he was reaching out. It wasn’t a beckoning touch. It wasn’t inviting Klaus closer, though he wanted it. He wanted to have some kind of physical contact. Klaus blinked at him.
“They’re not here,” he repeated, although he had no idea why he thought that was a given. There were always ghosts around. He was never safe. “But they always find me.” Klaus’ voice was soft and sad. “What are you doing?”