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а мне понравилось... очень....

“Well, you must know by what means they died…but do you know how they screamed, Katerina?”

Klaus’ blue eyes shined brilliantly in the low light radiating from the torches throughout. He didn’t approach her, instead scanning the inside of the tomb — as though they were beautiful tapestries instead of stone walls, literally meant to encase the wicked. “Как мога разпра в гърлото на член от семейството? Как извика майка си, тъй като вашият баща е бил притиснат до стената на дома? Кажи ми, Катерина…”

Katherine closed her eyes, and, in an instant, Klaus was in front of her, trapping her between himself and the wall. He tilted her chin and her eyes opened with unshed tears. She wouldn’t. Not here, not now. Klaus used two fingers to caress her cheek, the gentleness: a harsh contrast to his next actions.

“Кой ще плаче за теб?”

(English translation:

“How I ripped into your family member’s throats? How your mother cried as your father was pinned to the wall of your home? Tell me, Katerina.”

“Who will cry for you?”)

…Just a little torture scene (part of a oneshot I’m working on) that inspired a Klaus/Katherine manip.

уииии)) я рада, что тебе понравилось)))

Caroline: So you’re just going to annoy me with your presence, is that it?

Klaus: I have much more preferable alternatives in mind, but it requires less clothing.

Caroline: Excuse me. I think I need more whiskey.

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