Are we really ready for this? [Locked to Elijah]
Continued from here: http://sixwordstories.livejournal.com/63452758.html, a SWS posted by manof_myword.
Set in New Orleans, modern-day.
Klaus had been in a tumult of emotion ever since he's spoken with Elijah and agreed to truly do this. It seemed a waste to him, to so freely give over the lives of the people he'd spent time gathering. There a force that tugged at him, telling him to do something that would aid in mending bridges with Elijah.
As he traveled to New Orleans, anger was at the forefront of his mind, but anticipation seeped through too, though he tried to deny it.
The truck, coffins and all, was left only a few miles from the Garden District. He sincerely hoped that none of their family members would head the direction of the house he knew Elijah to be at. He was certain he'd wait impatiently while it was done, contemplating how it would all go. Elijah had always had a way with words and people though; maybe they would all just...go somewhere else, far away.
He didn't stay with the coffins for very long: they were dropped off quickly and Klaus headed to his actual destination. Once at the house, he moved inside without thinking of knocking. Instead, he called out in a voice that certainly sounded confident enough, "Honey, I'm home!"
Okay so it was a little corny, and he was trying in his usual way to add humor to the situation. Truthfully, he was actually nervous and had no doubts that Elijah was too, and that his brother would be able to sense those nerves.
Set in New Orleans, modern-day.
Klaus had been in a tumult of emotion ever since he's spoken with Elijah and agreed to truly do this. It seemed a waste to him, to so freely give over the lives of the people he'd spent time gathering. There a force that tugged at him, telling him to do something that would aid in mending bridges with Elijah.
As he traveled to New Orleans, anger was at the forefront of his mind, but anticipation seeped through too, though he tried to deny it.
The truck, coffins and all, was left only a few miles from the Garden District. He sincerely hoped that none of their family members would head the direction of the house he knew Elijah to be at. He was certain he'd wait impatiently while it was done, contemplating how it would all go. Elijah had always had a way with words and people though; maybe they would all just...go somewhere else, far away.
He didn't stay with the coffins for very long: they were dropped off quickly and Klaus headed to his actual destination. Once at the house, he moved inside without thinking of knocking. Instead, he called out in a voice that certainly sounded confident enough, "Honey, I'm home!"
Okay so it was a little corny, and he was trying in his usual way to add humor to the situation. Truthfully, he was actually nervous and had no doubts that Elijah was too, and that his brother would be able to sense those nerves.