The sound of something sharp and loud, like a slamming door, was the first thing Lydia was aware of when she dragged herself out of the dark, healing sleep she had spent the last few hours in. Confused, she shifted in her bed and then promptly went still with a sharp gasp when she realized how much she hurt in that moment.
It was a fleeting feeling, settling into an ache like a flu fading away, but she still moved slowly as she pushed back her blankets to crawl out of her bed. She could vaguely remember the last twenty four hours and the spell that had been cast on her as a ploy to keep the Originals in line, particularly Klaus. She remembered the searing pain that made her feel like something was peeling her skin off layer by layer while turning her insides out.
It was a feeling she never wanted to experience again.
Briefly she frowned at the long cotton nightgown she wore and the memories of Rebekah helping her to get changed after spending a couple hours in the pool but she was more troubled by the fact that she was alone. Especially since she was sure someone had been there just a little while before.
First she checked the study, half expecting to find Klaus there but he was nowhere in sight and that made her worry. What if he was out slaughtering a whole coven or two of witches out of retaliation? Or someone innocent?
She didn't feel the whisper of death though but she wasn't sure that meant much as she wandered closer to his desk and then past to peek out a window just in case she could spot him outside. There was nothing but shadows though and she shivered again because she was pretty sure she wasn't going to venture outside any time soon.
Shaking her head, she turned to leave again but the sight of the half open drawer gave her pause. Especially when she saw the glimpse of a drawing half under his sketchpad that he was usually carrying around. And maybe she wouldn't have taken a closer look except for the fact that the face, or the half she could see, looked familiar.
Intrigued, she pulled the pad out and then the drawings underneath. After that she felt breathless as she started flipping through them, laying them on the desk as she went. She marveled at each one since every one she looked at was of her. Sometimes her profile, sometimes her facing him straight on and there was even a couple drawn as though he were sitting behind her while she was focused elsewhere. All of them had a soft, dreamy effect to them too. It made her feel strangely giddy, like energy was buzzing along her skin and in her veins.
Clearly he had been drawing her for awhile now....
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It was a fleeting feeling, settling into an ache like a flu fading away, but she still moved slowly as she pushed back her blankets to crawl out of her bed. She could vaguely remember the last twenty four hours and the spell that had been cast on her as a ploy to keep the Originals in line, particularly Klaus. She remembered the searing pain that made her feel like something was peeling her skin off layer by layer while turning her insides out.
It was a feeling she never wanted to experience again.
Briefly she frowned at the long cotton nightgown she wore and the memories of Rebekah helping her to get changed after spending a couple hours in the pool but she was more troubled by the fact that she was alone. Especially since she was sure someone had been there just a little while before.
First she checked the study, half expecting to find Klaus there but he was nowhere in sight and that made her worry. What if he was out slaughtering a whole coven or two of witches out of retaliation? Or someone innocent?
She didn't feel the whisper of death though but she wasn't sure that meant much as she wandered closer to his desk and then past to peek out a window just in case she could spot him outside. There was nothing but shadows though and she shivered again because she was pretty sure she wasn't going to venture outside any time soon.
Shaking her head, she turned to leave again but the sight of the half open drawer gave her pause. Especially when she saw the glimpse of a drawing half under his sketchpad that he was usually carrying around. And maybe she wouldn't have taken a closer look except for the fact that the face, or the half she could see, looked familiar.
Intrigued, she pulled the pad out and then the drawings underneath. After that she felt breathless as she started flipping through them, laying them on the desk as she went. She marveled at each one since every one she looked at was of her. Sometimes her profile, sometimes her facing him straight on and there was even a couple drawn as though he were sitting behind her while she was focused elsewhere. All of them had a soft, dreamy effect to them too. It made her feel strangely giddy, like energy was buzzing along her skin and in her veins.
Clearly he had been drawing her for awhile now....