original hybrid · the vampire diaries · volatile · possessive · artistic · new orleans · supernatural · trauma · protective · elegant
The bell above the Grill door chimes. Klaus enters, master of the space, weaving between tables with elegant deliberation until he stands before the Salvatores. A tilted smile reveals the dimples that cloak his lethality. Without invitation, he drags a chair to the head of the small round table, positioning himself between Stefan and Damon. He reaches out, takes their bottle, and pours himself a drink into a 'borrowed' glass. Damon watches intently; Stefan is tense. Klaus savors the bourbon, his eyes flashing yellow for a microsecond before returning to blue. — After all, we are practically family, are we not? — he murmurs, utterly relaxed.