don’t believe me,” he said, though he didn’t sound offended in the slightest.
“Why should I? You haven’t given me much reason to. I know nothing about you.”
“Then ask .”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” she said. “Just tell me everything, anything you’re willing to say.”
And he did, though he spoke haltingly. He told her about his childhood, about growing up poor with a mother that did everything in her power to make his life good.
The way he spoke about her, so easily, and with genuine adoration in his tone, she could tell he loved her very much, but there was also a wistful note to his voice that made her wonder how long it had been since he had last seen her.
“Why don’t you go visit her?” she asked.
His lips parted, but no words come out, not immediately. “I’ll save that story for another time.”
“Then tell me something else.” She didn’t expect to get all his secrets in a night, not even in two.
Niklaus didn’t hesitate in telling her more, his voice soothing as he wove stories of his life and the sketchy encounters he always found himself in.
At some point, as she remained tucked into his side, she fell asleep listening to his voice.
----
R eagan had fallen asleep with her head on Niklaus’ chest as he’d traced indiscernible patterns along her skin with his fingertips. She couldn’t think of a single person that she had wanted to fall asleep next to, at least not this deeply.
But she hadn’t been so far under that his movements hadn’t eventually jostled her awake.
At first, she had thought he was trying to wake her, but as she opened her eyes, gently sliding out of his hold, she realized that he was still fast asleep, his eyes darting behind closed lids. Even with just the tension in his body, she knew something was wrong and wanted to soothe whatever it was away, but it was the stricken look on his face that worried her most.
While he slept, he didn’t look as defiant, as dangerous as he did when he was awake and able to use words to his advantage. She had seen him asleep before, if only briefly, and during that time, he had looked like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders, and he could breathe again.
Now? Well, now he looked like that weight was back on and it was crushing him.
Without thinking, Reagan reached for him, smoothing her fingers over his shoulders, hoping to ease the tension that seemed to be bundled there, but her touch had just skipped over the scarred tattoo when he suddenly bolted up, grabbing hold of her wrists as he went.
In seconds she was underneath him in the bed, her hands gripped so tightly that even if she wanted to get free, she couldn’t.
“Niklaus,” she whispered, careful to keep her voice down with the frenzy she could see in his gaze. “It’s me.”
He didn’t let up, not immediately. Niklaus just looked down at her as if he didn’t recognize her, as though whatever he was seeing was meshing with the nightmare that had kept him under.
Blinking slowly, the fog seemed to clear, and he gradually released his hold on her, but didn’t move off her. Not yet.
“Sorry, I—”
“It’s fine. You didn’t really hurt me.” But she didn’t try and touch his scar again.
Gradually, he sat up, rubbing at his eyes as he sighed heavily. All too quickly he went from one extreme to a look of sadness that made her ache for him.
What did he dream about that put that expression on his face?
They didn’t ask a lot of personal questions when they were together, though she had learned a few more things about him this time around as opposed to the last.
But this…this she hoped he would share, if only so she could ease that storm she saw behind his eyes.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He didn’t respond for at least a minute, but he turned back towards her, the emotions she had seen replaced with darker ones, but at least she was more familiar with the way he was looking at her now.
“Help
“Why should I? You haven’t given me much reason to. I know nothing about you.”
“Then ask .”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” she said. “Just tell me everything, anything you’re willing to say.”
And he did, though he spoke haltingly. He told her about his childhood, about growing up poor with a mother that did everything in her power to make his life good.
The way he spoke about her, so easily, and with genuine adoration in his tone, she could tell he loved her very much, but there was also a wistful note to his voice that made her wonder how long it had been since he had last seen her.
“Why don’t you go visit her?” she asked.
His lips parted, but no words come out, not immediately. “I’ll save that story for another time.”
“Then tell me something else.” She didn’t expect to get all his secrets in a night, not even in two.
Niklaus didn’t hesitate in telling her more, his voice soothing as he wove stories of his life and the sketchy encounters he always found himself in.
At some point, as she remained tucked into his side, she fell asleep listening to his voice.
----
R eagan had fallen asleep with her head on Niklaus’ chest as he’d traced indiscernible patterns along her skin with his fingertips. She couldn’t think of a single person that she had wanted to fall asleep next to, at least not this deeply.
But she hadn’t been so far under that his movements hadn’t eventually jostled her awake.
At first, she had thought he was trying to wake her, but as she opened her eyes, gently sliding out of his hold, she realized that he was still fast asleep, his eyes darting behind closed lids. Even with just the tension in his body, she knew something was wrong and wanted to soothe whatever it was away, but it was the stricken look on his face that worried her most.
While he slept, he didn’t look as defiant, as dangerous as he did when he was awake and able to use words to his advantage. She had seen him asleep before, if only briefly, and during that time, he had looked like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders, and he could breathe again.
Now? Well, now he looked like that weight was back on and it was crushing him.
Without thinking, Reagan reached for him, smoothing her fingers over his shoulders, hoping to ease the tension that seemed to be bundled there, but her touch had just skipped over the scarred tattoo when he suddenly bolted up, grabbing hold of her wrists as he went.
In seconds she was underneath him in the bed, her hands gripped so tightly that even if she wanted to get free, she couldn’t.
“Niklaus,” she whispered, careful to keep her voice down with the frenzy she could see in his gaze. “It’s me.”
He didn’t let up, not immediately. Niklaus just looked down at her as if he didn’t recognize her, as though whatever he was seeing was meshing with the nightmare that had kept him under.
Blinking slowly, the fog seemed to clear, and he gradually released his hold on her, but didn’t move off her. Not yet.
“Sorry, I—”
“It’s fine. You didn’t really hurt me.” But she didn’t try and touch his scar again.
Gradually, he sat up, rubbing at his eyes as he sighed heavily. All too quickly he went from one extreme to a look of sadness that made her ache for him.
What did he dream about that put that expression on his face?
They didn’t ask a lot of personal questions when they were together, though she had learned a few more things about him this time around as opposed to the last.
But this…this she hoped he would share, if only so she could ease that storm she saw behind his eyes.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He didn’t respond for at least a minute, but he turned back towards her, the emotions she had seen replaced with darker ones, but at least she was more familiar with the way he was looking at her now.
“Help
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