Early afternoon found Klaus drinking in the hotel bar: not where he usually drank, but why not mix things up a bit? He spent about an hour relaxing there, nothing incredibly pressing on his mind
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Eve had been looking for Klaus since Rebekah's return. When she saw him in the lobby, she walked up to him and took a seat in the armchair next to him, quietly, as he drew.
"But of course. This place has allowed me to take pleasure in the simplest of delights." Which, truth be told, is what he'd always wanted: yet, power, greed, and a natural inclination to be volatile had overshadowed that.
"Very much so, yes," he agreed. Pausing for a moment, he felt calm there with Eve and opted to add, "With the world constantly changing, the desire to express and create has always remained a constant."
So many of his victims would probably be shocked he thrived on being creative.
"Hm." She nodded, sounding thoughtful. Eve had to wonder how often, or if at all, Rebekah had seen this side of him. Still, it was no excuse for his actions.
"I promised your sister I would come speak with you about something." Her voice remained soft and warm and not like a typical human mother who might start off by sounding harsh.
Klaus casually drew, paying more attention to Eve than the drawing at hand.
He abruptly stopped when Eve mentioned his sister, finger clenching slightly around his pencil. He let it fall onto the paper before it could break, looking fully at Eve.
The topic of Rebekah, of his relationship with her, the entire Mikaelson family at large, was one that easily turned his emotions twirling.
He didn't lash out in annoyance or anger, voice taking more vulnerable turn. "What?"
Well that reaction certainly caught Eve's attention. A part of her felt worry for him. Her lips pressed together slightly and she looked at him with a calm expression.
"It worries me that you two do not seem very close anymore."
Klaus wasn't accustom to feeling genuine, warm concern to any degree. It had never been part of his life, not really. Furthermore, any time any of siblings had tried to show such a thing to him, he hadn't let it past the wall he'd built. It was different now, talking to Eve, and that made him feel a certain out of sorts.
"We've...grown apart over the years." A long pause. "Because of my own faults." Another pause, and he looked at her. "Why does it worry you?" Why would she care, really, about him and his volatile, reckless family?
"Because you have grown apart." Eve knew that wasn't exactly telling, so she elaborated. "Humans often say that family is important, but most of them don't really know what that means." As much as she didn't like the Winchesters, she had to at least concede that they did.
"My children feel things more intuitively than humans. Heightened senses come with heightened emotions, and with all that comes the ability to truly feel sibling bonds. You are only a few of your kind. You're special. And while it feels you are invincible, that's not the case and... you should all be protecting each other rather than keeping yourselves far apart. You're weaker when you're alone."
It was awfully cliche to say that no one got to say that Klaus wasn't invincible, yet he honestly was mostly invincible at home where he'd do whatever he wanted to to anyone who wronged him; unless the right degree and levels of magic were conjured up against him, but that didn't happen very often. Or, he was just in denial.
Either way, his anger didn't flare up at Eve's words. Even he was surprised that he didn't lash out at her; perhaps the rest of what she said caused him to stay calm.
"Being together...a family, isn't a...luxury that I may ever have again," he said quietly, evenly, startled immediately at his own honesty.
"My siblings are too stubborn to truly remedy anything." Eventually he had to tie in the placement of blame on others, but it had to be obvious to Eve by his tone that he felt he was just as much to blame, even if he didn't say so.
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So many of his victims would probably be shocked he thrived on being creative.
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"I promised your sister I would come speak with you about something." Her voice remained soft and warm and not like a typical human mother who might start off by sounding harsh.
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He abruptly stopped when Eve mentioned his sister, finger clenching slightly around his pencil. He let it fall onto the paper before it could break, looking fully at Eve.
The topic of Rebekah, of his relationship with her, the entire Mikaelson family at large, was one that easily turned his emotions twirling.
He didn't lash out in annoyance or anger, voice taking more vulnerable turn. "What?"
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"It worries me that you two do not seem very close anymore."
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"We've...grown apart over the years." A long pause. "Because of my own faults." Another pause, and he looked at her. "Why does it worry you?" Why would she care, really, about him and his volatile, reckless family?
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"My children feel things more intuitively than humans. Heightened senses come with heightened emotions, and with all that comes the ability to truly feel sibling bonds. You are only a few of your kind. You're special. And while it feels you are invincible, that's not the case and... you should all be protecting each other rather than keeping yourselves far apart. You're weaker when you're alone."
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Either way, his anger didn't flare up at Eve's words. Even he was surprised that he didn't lash out at her; perhaps the rest of what she said caused him to stay calm.
"Being together...a family, isn't a...luxury that I may ever have again," he said quietly, evenly, startled immediately at his own honesty.
"My siblings are too stubborn to truly remedy anything." Eventually he had to tie in the placement of blame on others, but it had to be obvious to Eve by his tone that he felt he was just as much to blame, even if he didn't say so.
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He thought for a few seconds, deeply so, but didn't hesitate to answer. "Acceptance, forgiveness, togetherness, honesty...love."
He looked at Eve a bit uneasily, not quite sure if that's what she wanted to hear or not, but they were the first things that came to mind to him.
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