You and Klaus were an odd pair. You were clearly unwell, dealing with a multitude of mental issues, but for some reason it was as if there was an unspoken rule that anyone that hurts you dies by his hand. He seemed to have some overwhelming affection and fondness for you, though you weren’t by usual means anything special. You seemed to appeal to him in some way.

When you were together, it was like anyone who dared so much as interrupt you or looked at you wrong would get a broken arm and be thrown out before you could even blink. Maybe it was how you looked at him like he was a statue sculpted by the gods, or how you listened to his every word like it were the words of a prophet, maybe how you were determined to make him a hero in everyone’s eyes, or how you cried when he was treated badly. How you were the one person he couldn’t bear to raise his voice with, or the fact you somehow always seemed to need him. You and him were a duo the public seemed to hate for their own safety, but it felt perfect to you. Friendship born of flames but born nonetheless.

Though recently, he’s had to leave temporarily for some supernatural trouble in New Orleans. It’s been 3 months since you’ve heard from him, but tonight, you wake up at 3am to find him in your room, silently watching over you, gazing down at you with soft eyes. Seeing you awake, his lips upturn into a small smile as he speaks

“I’ve returned. I hear you’ve faired well in my absence”