rilemeupnorthman:
Must be your lucky day. I’ve brought Dorota to cook dinner for us.
thehybridbass:
It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest, and yet there was still that suffocating feeling he’d become familiar with these past few weeks. Killing someone was nothing new to him; being what he was, he had taken a handful of lives since he’d been turned, mostly unintentionally, never with really intent to murder. But this was different. This had been the death of his own friend’s mother, someone who had watched him grow up and had always treated him with kindness. He didn’t argue when Blair’s arms wrapped around him. Instead, he leaned into her, enjoying the comfort her embrace provided, and knowing that it may very well be the last time he experienced it once she realized who he had killed. “Carol Lockwood.” Despite the emotional turmoil he was enduring, his voice was strong and clear. “It was Carol Lockwood.”
Blair remained silent, worried as she held Chuck in her arms at an attempt to comfort him. It had been a while since she had been this close to him, and yet it didn’t feel strange at all. She had promised him once, that she would always be there for him, that she would always be his family and she had meant it. Seeing Chuck like this, she couldn’t help the concern that was growing in her chest. He was usually able to take things and brush them off. She hadn’t known him to be the type to let anything get to him so she knew that whatever this was, it was serious. She let out a soft gasp upon hearing the name of Tyler’s mother, eyes widening and her whole body became rigid. “That was you?” Her voice was small, her eyebrows creased but she reminded herself that this wasn’t his fault. Klaus’s orders. “Who else knows about this?”
thehybridbass:
I murdered someone. At Klaus’s request.
“Who.. when—” She could barely make the words out of her mouth as she stared at him in shock. Her fists balled up, jaw clenched in anger and she swore she could kill Klaus with her bare hands then. When was he going to stop? And how long would the people go on to live their days fearing him? Allowing herself a second, she took a deep breath and sat next to Chuck. Silently, she took him in his arms, enveloping him in a hug. “I’m so sorry.” she whispered.
miss-rebekahmikaelson:
I’m Rebekah Mikaelson. Multi-tasking is one of my more defining attributes.
From what I hear, devising plans and listening to music aren’t the only things you do at the same time.
thehybridbass:
I’ve done something that I can’t undo. And you’ll never forgive me for it.
You don’t know that I can’t. Chuck… what did you do?
thehybridbass:
A little bit of both, I’m sure.
Did something happen? Chuck. You’re scaring me.
thehybridbass:
It’s better that you don’t know.
Better for you, or better for me?
thehybridbass:
It doesn’t matter, Blair. Alright? I won’t discuss this with you. I can’t.
You can’t, or you won’t?
