@catastropheyes.
she rarely sleeps. it’s an affliction she’s suffered from for too many years to count. tonight is no exception. she tosses and turns for a few hours, caught half in thoughts of the work she needs to do come morning, and half in old nightmares: adrenaline from old fights resurging through her veins. eventually, the mutant rises, disgruntled, and picks her way through the compound.
she digs the ice cream out of the back of the freezer, hidden there very specially for her and hope, and eats it straight from the pint with a spoon as she wanders. it’s eerie, this night of silence. normally even at night there are threats hissed around every corner, fights or flights: the bloody world of the mikaelsons. but tonight, there’s peace.
erulastiel pauses beside a door. a light shines through the crack below, clear evidence that someone else is awake and haunting the compound tonight. she hesitates, caught between not wanting to be alone with her thoughts and the echoes of the sleepy night, and the pain or annoyance a visit with niklaus usually brings, for it’s his door she stands before.
deciding the former more sinister than the latter, she knocks quietly, a little surprised as the door slowly falls open from the light rap of her knuckles. “ klaus? ” she ventures in a soft voice, knowing better than to startle or sneak up on him.
