[ he stays wary, alert, notices that piece of broken wood you grabbed, klaus. it works as kindling. he's guessing klaus won't use it for a fire. he has to be careful. to play it safe. it's not seducing serena or falling on the side of blair - and it's not screwing over blair. it's not soccer and guy stuff he has with nate. no. common ground won't be easy to come by with klaus.
he eyes klaus' hand. horrified. but, he tries to tamp that down, the speed of his heart quickening. he can't hide that. and he doesn't know vampires can hear your heart beat. ]
Just - to be clear. You want me to - to stab myself. For - what, to show loyalty? [ spread a rumor about himself, send a tip to gossip girl, shoplift, eviscerate someone socially. this he can all do. ] I'd say we crossed over into torture porn territory but - vampire.
[ he's also not stupid. not by a longshot. his life is in danger inside this cabin. he could cry out. stefan's -- not an option because his device is next to his bed. klaus is fast. inhumanly fast.
he takes the shard of wood from klaus, testing it in his hand. he can't stab himself in the chest or the stomach. he can't stab klaus. it's wood but - again. fast. he looks down, placing it against his right thigh, testing it out. does he have enough strength? he knows he has to do this. this is the test that might give him his mind back. if he tries standing up, he could miss, scratch himself but not stab.
he breathes heavily, taking a step back to sit on his bed. he needs more leverage. he closes his eyes before opening them and drawing the piece of wood to his thigh. he does it before he can convince himself not to, plunging the piece of wood into his thigh. he's unable to hold in his reaction, crying out. shocked at what he's done, he removes his hand. he's afraid to take it out now. there are probably splinters. this can't be health conscious. not on this planet.
but this is klaus. and it's life or death. he lets out a shaky breath, looking up at him. blood pools around the edges of the stake. his breathing is still heavy. he tries not to show his worry over what klaus will do. but, he is. he's scared. he just fucking stabbed himself in the leg.
but dan humphrey is nothing if not a survivor.
one day he's an outcast, the next he's something else ]
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he eyes klaus' hand. horrified. but, he tries to tamp that down, the speed of his heart quickening. he can't hide that. and he doesn't know vampires can hear your heart beat. ]
Just - to be clear. You want me to - to stab myself. For - what, to show loyalty? [ spread a rumor about himself, send a tip to gossip girl, shoplift, eviscerate someone socially. this he can all do. ] I'd say we crossed over into torture porn territory but - vampire.
[ he's also not stupid. not by a longshot. his life is in danger inside this cabin. he could cry out. stefan's -- not an option because his device is next to his bed. klaus is fast. inhumanly fast.
he takes the shard of wood from klaus, testing it in his hand. he can't stab himself in the chest or the stomach. he can't stab klaus. it's wood but - again. fast. he looks down, placing it against his right thigh, testing it out. does he have enough strength? he knows he has to do this. this is the test that might give him his mind back. if he tries standing up, he could miss, scratch himself but not stab.
he breathes heavily, taking a step back to sit on his bed. he needs more leverage. he closes his eyes before opening them and drawing the piece of wood to his thigh. he does it before he can convince himself not to, plunging the piece of wood into his thigh. he's unable to hold in his reaction, crying out. shocked at what he's done, he removes his hand. he's afraid to take it out now. there are probably splinters. this can't be health conscious. not on this planet.
but this is klaus. and it's life or death. he lets out a shaky breath, looking up at him. blood pools around the edges of the stake. his breathing is still heavy. he tries not to show his worry over what klaus will do. but, he is. he's scared. he just fucking stabbed himself in the leg.
but dan humphrey is nothing if not a survivor.
one day he's an outcast, the next he's something else ]