𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞↠TVD (Major editing)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

"I like seeing you smile, Sheridan," he told her as he walked around her and took a seat behind her on the stool, "And I can only hope to see it more often."

"Who are you trying to butter up?" Sheridan raised a brow at him while attempting to keep back a smile at his words.

"You are too difficult to convince," he replied in a teasing tone, "So I have to resort to some flattery at times and hope it works."

He paused for a few moments, his expression changing to a more serious tone.

"But I am being honest, I like that I have that effect on you," he added, his tone remaining serious now, "so let me ask you something, Sheridan."

"Ask away," she said, not feeling like resisting now, not after he had managed to flatter her into relaxing a little, and she was slightly tipsy too, which made it easier.

"You didn't trust me enough to come here with me yesterday," he began, "so I want to know something" he paused to take a sip from his champagne glass.

"Is that because you still carry some type of animosity towards me?" he asked, and the tone of his voice was still serious.

"Define animosity," Sheridan took another sip of her drink.

"Let us define animosity as not liking or holding negative feelings towards someone," he replied in a straightforward manner, "Now answer my question, Sheridan."

"Honestly," She began, "Yes."

He was shocked she was honest about it. "And your reasoning?" he asked, his tone still serious, knowing that it wasn't an easy question to answer.

"You're very self-serving," Sheridan told him, "I just don't agree with some of your actions."

"And is that what has kept you from trusting me?" he asked, wanting her to get to the heart of the issue and to get a good honest answer out of her. "I can be arrogant, yes, but I wouldn't say I'm completely self-serving."

"You spent 1000 years to break a curse that only affected you," She crossed her legs, "That's what I'd call self-serving."

This was a fair point. Sheridan was correct that he had been extremely self-serving for spending a thousand years trying to break a curse that only affected him.

However, he wasn't going to admit that to her so easily.

"Well, I'd define that as being ambitious," he replied, wanting to justify his actions in a different manner. "And it just happens that my ambitions benefit me more than anyone else."

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Sheridan sat still for a while as she watched him paint, and she was surprised at how talented he actually was. She couldn't help but wonder what other talents she might not know about the man in front of her.

She could also see the concentration on his face as he worked, and she couldn't help but find it somewhat admirable. The painting was nothing short of a masterpiece, Sheridan looked angelic. Hair perfectly shining in the light, and her plump and glossed lips reflected in the sunshine. Curves captured perfectly, but the part that stood out the most was her eyes. Where the sun had hit her face and her eyes were coloured a vibrant green. The green you would find if you wandered into a forest while the sun cascaded down onto the trees' leaves. Where the sun didn't hit the eyes the colour melted out into a mossy green. Hints of white are a reflection of the beaming sun in her pupils. It was perfect, in his eyes from an artist and biased standpoint.

"What's with your sudden interest in me?" Sheridan asked him, breaking the silence, finally taking her eyes off of the view to look at him.

Klaus' concentration was momentarily fractured when he heard the question. It was a bit of a surprise that she finally broke the silence.