[ it takes three days of trying to run away before caroline gives up, mostly because she's winds up too hungry to bother jumping the fence again. it finds her begrudingly slumping to breakfast after she fixes her hair to be in perfect blonde waves and dresses in the cutest clothes she can manage because being presentable from the ground up is like a special kind of armor.

she gets a glass of orange juice she dumps her blood in, so she can tell people it's blood orange juice, and orders more food than one girl can possibly eat, but the menu looks good and she wants to eat her feelings so it's pretty much one of everything. except the sydney, that sounds like some jeremy gilbert shit. who puts chips on eggs?

she takes a bite of her croissant and groans. ]

When I die I want to be reincarnated as a breakfast pastry. This one.

Green for me!

[ she isn't in an open relationship, but the green cup matches her green bikini so it is what she picks anyway. who is going to tell her otherwise? mostly she is happy to lounge around in the sun or sing along with all the bangers playing or let strangers paint her with bright colors like a human canvas.

as night falls and the paint begins to glow in the dark on her body, she slips away into the garden for some peace and quiet. she feels warm and calm, like when she's just full enough of bourbon that she doesn't feel the hunger in her throat, but not too much that she feels cloudy and blurry. she's hit that perfect happy medium and feels eager to share it.

she sprawls next to someone on a bench, smiles. ] Hi, I'm Caroline.

( cw: vampire stuff )

[ she finds herself drawn curiously to the hay maze. at first it feels easy, like walking through the woods to get to tyler's house but soon she is disoriented

and hungry.

her gums begin to ache as she looks for the way out. caroline prides herself on her control. she doesn't kill people, she is a good vampire, she is an expert at not losing control. and she needs to eat. she needs to get out of here fast before she chomps down on the next person she sees.

just around the corner. shit. ]

Hi! [ her smile is bright but brittle, teeth still blunt as she clings to her self-control. ] I need to get out of here right now. Or you do.

( cw: compulsion, mind control )

[ she's offered a flower crown when she arrives at the end of summer dinner, pleased that it matches her sundress and she accepts it without question. she only realizes belatedly that not everyone was given a flower crown.

she realizes even more belated why she was given a crown but by then she's trying to ignore most of the dinner as a whole so the crown is less of a concern. she's done body shots before but this is Too Much. it seems to be too much for a lot of people though and when someone near her begins to outwardly panic, caroline darts over to comfort them. ]

Look at me. Hey, it's okay, you're okay. [ despite her youth, caroline's compulsion is strong, her blue-green eyes darkening as the pupil expands, fathomless. it's okay, you're okay. physically she is strong as well, her grip on their shoulders sure and steady, heavy like a weighted blanket. it's comforting. because it's okay, you're okay. ] Just look at me, okay? Let's get out of here. Take a walk.

( go where your heart takes you xoxo )