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recrudesceTyler Lockwood is not a talker. He's not someone who sits down with anybody and discusses his feelings. He prefers to move forward. He'll drink for a few days, isolate himself, but then he'll be good as new. Or, as good as he can be. His reunion with Caroline is everything and more. They go to a local place. It's impossible to keep their hands off each other. But, after, he falls right asleep. He avoids actually talking. He doesn't feel any different. He knows one that that is different, however.
He's no longer sired to Klaus.
It sucked dick that he ever was. When he realized what it'd meant, how much of a danger he'd been to Caroline, he went out of his way to break it. For days on end he broke his bones, transformed deep in Appalachia. He put himself through pain day in and day out.
And then the Originals were human. Esther's spell had worked. He was told she was their mother. The original witch. And then he was free. He broke himself daily for a guy he could break with his pinky, now.
He didn't know how he'd felt about that.
Returning to town, he tried to get back into a routine. He'd go to the gym. Hang out with Caroline. But, he wouldn't discuss what he went through and what it meant for him now. He never discussed what it was like in the woods. He'd discuss movies or what some girl at school was wearing that completely offended Caroline to her core. He'd even begun to watch those horrible reality TV shows.
Right now, beside Caroline, he was half-watching So You Think You Can Dance With a Bachelor Celebrity, or something. It was easier to focus on something, to block out an inevitable wave of pain and anger that could emerge if he acknowledged anything.
He's no longer sired to Klaus.
It sucked dick that he ever was. When he realized what it'd meant, how much of a danger he'd been to Caroline, he went out of his way to break it. For days on end he broke his bones, transformed deep in Appalachia. He put himself through pain day in and day out.
And then the Originals were human. Esther's spell had worked. He was told she was their mother. The original witch. And then he was free. He broke himself daily for a guy he could break with his pinky, now.
He didn't know how he'd felt about that.
Returning to town, he tried to get back into a routine. He'd go to the gym. Hang out with Caroline. But, he wouldn't discuss what he went through and what it meant for him now. He never discussed what it was like in the woods. He'd discuss movies or what some girl at school was wearing that completely offended Caroline to her core. He'd even begun to watch those horrible reality TV shows.
Right now, beside Caroline, he was half-watching So You Think You Can Dance With a Bachelor Celebrity, or something. It was easier to focus on something, to block out an inevitable wave of pain and anger that could emerge if he acknowledged anything.
