[ Elena goes on before Caroline speaks, though she casts a look of derision over. Aimed at the situation, not the other girl. ] You're right, again, but that doesn't mean it's easy to not assume. [ A sigh. ] They don't care if I'm making all of them the scapegoat for this anyway. Or...I doubt they do. Or even can. [ Her eyes roll. One ought to be careful around gods though, huh?
She and Elena, their views on this work to balance the unknown. Caroline is quick to judge, to assume, to be at the ready to employ a string of words to criminalize those in suspect. Some aspects of her personality have evolved, but constant is her judgment for those who bring or suggest harm to her friends and loved ones.
For every judgment call she makes, she knows that Elena's there with a clearer head. It's hardly a surprise: Elena's always allowed herself to see all of the good sides of someone that nestle among the bad. Caroline may know there's good in everyone, but that doesn't mean she doesn't make snap judgments when necessary.
Glancing over when she hears the care Elena takes with her words, her brows pop, head moving to shake before she stops it. ] They're...not dangerous. We don't know everything about their type of magic, and they're strong. Really strong. Sometimes when their tempers flare, they'll lash out, but they're just kids. They need instruction. Ric and I, we've, been trying to give them help with what we know. But, we'll find someone else to help, too. They don't want to hurt anyone. They don't, either, not really. [ A lot of words, but there's an area where Caroline isn't completely confident. She can't be, not when her kids are part of the picture: but, her and Alaric will find a way to help the girls.
A chuckle at that, nodding. ] Do you remember how many hearts I drew next to it? Or smiley faces. Both?
[ Of course it matches: this isn't amateur hour! Head tilting, she moves closer to Elena, reaching out to pull the dress the tiniest bit out and to the side in front of her friend. ] It'd be perfect on you. Both of them would be.
[ Glancing over to the dresses and their accessories again, fingers run along pink fabric while Elena moves about the room. She knows it wouldn't be as comfortable, as easy, to be in that room if it wasn't that she was able to share it with one of her best friends. ] Exactly. [ Oh, they'll be drinking, if Elena wants to partake in that, anyway: Caroline would never force her to drink (or, older Caroline wouldn't do peer pressure...has she before? Probably.)
Details about Bonnie would include ones about Jeremy, which would be...the world's worst transition into a night of fun. When it comes to their other best friend though, Caroline wouldn't hesitate to give details: it's part of the girl code. You can't not answer questions about friends in this situation.
She's already assessed that she doesn't need a shower (sorry that she didn't break a sweat and forced you to work through a yoga class, Elena), but she does take these moments to take off the workout clothes, change her underwear and pull the darker of the two dresses to herself.
Holding onto it, she says, voice slightly louder to make sure she's heard -- ] The pink will make your hair stand out, really well. [ And she pauses long enough to get a reply to that before she starts to slip the garment on, reaching for the belt, holding it around her waist without fastening it, glancing down and deciding whether or not she wants to include it.
It stays. ] You can drink however much you want, too, I mean. I'll be there for you. [ This isn't a pub crawl, Caroline; Elena's mature, but she hasn't lived through the college years yet. ] I think you'll have fun, too, not being restricted to just, you know, the Grill. [ Which is probably what Elena was getting at with that comment. ] Instead of the one place, we might have...oh, I dunno. Three? [ She laughs. ]
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She and Elena, their views on this work to balance the unknown. Caroline is quick to judge, to assume, to be at the ready to employ a string of words to criminalize those in suspect. Some aspects of her personality have evolved, but constant is her judgment for those who bring or suggest harm to her friends and loved ones.
For every judgment call she makes, she knows that Elena's there with a clearer head. It's hardly a surprise: Elena's always allowed herself to see all of the good sides of someone that nestle among the bad. Caroline may know there's good in everyone, but that doesn't mean she doesn't make snap judgments when necessary.
Glancing over when she hears the care Elena takes with her words, her brows pop, head moving to shake before she stops it. ] They're...not dangerous. We don't know everything about their type of magic, and they're strong. Really strong. Sometimes when their tempers flare, they'll lash out, but they're just kids. They need instruction. Ric and I, we've, been trying to give them help with what we know. But, we'll find someone else to help, too. They don't want to hurt anyone. They don't, either, not really. [ A lot of words, but there's an area where Caroline isn't completely confident. She can't be, not when her kids are part of the picture: but, her and Alaric will find a way to help the girls.
A chuckle at that, nodding. ] Do you remember how many hearts I drew next to it? Or smiley faces. Both?
[ Of course it matches: this isn't amateur hour! Head tilting, she moves closer to Elena, reaching out to pull the dress the tiniest bit out and to the side in front of her friend. ] It'd be perfect on you. Both of them would be.
[ Glancing over to the dresses and their accessories again, fingers run along pink fabric while Elena moves about the room. She knows it wouldn't be as comfortable, as easy, to be in that room if it wasn't that she was able to share it with one of her best friends. ] Exactly. [ Oh, they'll be drinking, if Elena wants to partake in that, anyway: Caroline would never force her to drink (or, older Caroline wouldn't do peer pressure...has she before? Probably.)
Details about Bonnie would include ones about Jeremy, which would be...the world's worst transition into a night of fun. When it comes to their other best friend though, Caroline wouldn't hesitate to give details: it's part of the girl code. You can't not answer questions about friends in this situation.
She's already assessed that she doesn't need a shower (sorry that she didn't break a sweat and forced you to work through a yoga class, Elena), but she does take these moments to take off the workout clothes, change her underwear and pull the darker of the two dresses to herself.
Holding onto it, she says, voice slightly louder to make sure she's heard -- ] The pink will make your hair stand out, really well. [ And she pauses long enough to get a reply to that before she starts to slip the garment on, reaching for the belt, holding it around her waist without fastening it, glancing down and deciding whether or not she wants to include it.
It stays. ] You can drink however much you want, too, I mean. I'll be there for you. [ This isn't a pub crawl, Caroline; Elena's mature, but she hasn't lived through the college years yet. ] I think you'll have fun, too, not being restricted to just, you know, the Grill. [ Which is probably what Elena was getting at with that comment. ] Instead of the one place, we might have...oh, I dunno. Three? [ She laughs. ]