AU: Klaus technically not breaking their arrangement.
KC AU Series #4 | MODELS AU
Caroline Forbes. The new upcoming and model that has taken the fashion world by storm.
Klaus. Just Klaus. Like Naomi. He may have thrown a few phones in his time. He’s the arrogant male model that doesn’t make time for anyone but himself. Until her.
"Now, love, don’t you know who I am?”
"Should I care who you are? I appear to be doing just fine without knowing…”
"Oh, you’re going to want to know the name of the handsome male model that is considering letting you go out with him.”
"EXCUSE ME?!" The nerve of this guy.
"It’s Klaus. Just Klaus."
"Well, ‘just Klaus’, while I appreciate your ability to lower yourself to my level, I’m gonna have to pass.”
As Caroline flips her hair and turns to storm off, she can hear Klaus behind her, “But, sweetheart…”
She glances back, “Oh, and it’s Caroline. Caroline Forbes. You may want to write down the name of the woman who made you work for it.”
au meme :: 60’s era secret affair
↳ feat. Caroline as a politician’s wife & Klaus as an investigative journalist
She is always gone in the morning, but she’s taken to leaving notes on his typewriter signed with the deep pink pucker of her lipstick. Sometimes it’s brief - a “be seeing you” when reluctant guilt edges its way into her mind. Other days though - when she’s feeling carefree, adventurous even - she will type up her favorite quotes for him, revealing little pieces of herself, not unlike the way he peeled off the delicate fabric of her dress inch by agonizing inch the night before, but more intimate somehow - getting to see past the part she plays for the rest of the world, and seeing that she is more, deserves more, and he could give her more.
He asks her, hands shaking against the flat of her back.
(Something about Rome, Paris, and Tokyo)
Her response is a muted laugh against his neck and a kiss to his jaw.
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.
“In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you—on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck—even then. And afterwards—perhaps most of all afterwards—I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B…without looking, or, without lifting the pencil…or in some other way…we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn.”
~ Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading x