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@withpcnache sent a raven: ❝ now that’s a crying shame. ❞ - Derek Hale to Klaus
One day he was going to snap the pups neck. Niklaus knew it as if the power of premonition had been briefly graced to him through his mother’s love. Fickle though it may be. Gaze flicking towards him, Klaus managed to keep himself from making the future the present because at the end of the day Derek was useful.
And he wasn’t entirely sure how to simply lay him to the side for a couple decades until his anger cooled without it being truly detrimental. So he was stuck with this sass on top of this irritating set back, staring down into the empty grave that had meant to hold a talisman. His talisman, actually, he’d put in the work and murdered half a coven for the rights of it.
It looked like he was going to have to do it again. Gods but he hated a repeat performance, it was boring.
“If you’ve nothing constructive to add, Derek, do keep your mouth shut and stand there looking pretty.’ Bending slightly he inhaled hoping to catch a familiar perfume or cologne. “That should be sufficiently difficult considering your proportions.’
Nothing he recognized, rocking back on his heels as he tucked his hands into his pocket staring at the younger man across the grave from him. Marcel hadn’t known about this, too far back, and his siblings had little to no interest in his tawdry tantrums when they didn’t directly affect them. Maybe Katherine, the little she-devil. If it wasn’t for the fact that Derek hadn’t known where they were going until they arrived he would have started breaking bones until confession.
“Young ones like you are always hungry, aren’t they? Let’s go to the Quarter.’
@summerxmelodies sent a raven: ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ (Niklaus Mikaelson)
"What fun would that be?'
A bloody finger skimmed her lower lip, a soft ahh sound coming from the hybrid's throat as his own mouth opened wider as if attempting to give medicine to a child. The wound would close soon, the blood trickling along the curve of his palm coming to a stop. And she was wasting time asking why he was curing her. Again. What was this, the fourth time? Honestly he'd forgotten the question he'd been asking her, the information he'd been seeking, distracted by her resilience.
He did so enjoy the breaking of things, and when they didn't fall apart immediately that was to be appreciated. In full. Until the inevitable loss of the plaything that so entertained him. Now, what was it he was meant to be asking ab- Ah, yes. Her pack. The local heathens were always looking for new blood, hoping to find the right bloodline that could finally dethrone him. Not possible, but the moxie was appreciated.
“Besides you haven't answered my question.' Honestly at least, she was hiding something, and until he'd managed to wring every drop of truth of her, she was going to be his guest. In the cavern. On the sarcophagus he'd repurposed. ”Now, let's try again, shall we? Where does your family come from?'
@magikldreams asked: ' you're cold on the inside. ' (evie to klaus)
'I believe you'd find my insides run quite hot, actually.' The words are tossed carelessly, dripping with condescension as the body slid across the linoleum.
Tacky, honestly. It could at least be hardwood, or tile much as he hated the sound of the grout as he walked on it. Whoever had invented the stuff needed to be revived, chased out of town on a rail in the good ol' fashion sense of the word, and then drawn and quartered.
'Did you know them?' A vague flicker of curiosity, he could use that later if it were true, rub that pert little nose in it when she got to uppity for his tastes. 'Magnanimity of spirit costs, love. You might want to harden up a bit before your precious feelings get hurt.'
@withpcnache asked: ❝ keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it home. ❞ - Derek to Klaus
As if he wanted to explain why he'd brought home a supposed pure bred werewolf. The last time he'd toyed with one everybody had been on his case and it wasn't even like the boy had been well thought of. Gaze slowly trailing along leather, Klaus blinked slowly before moving back to his face.
'Why would we need to go home?'
Leaning in with a slow inhale, he skimmed his lips along Derek's jaw. As much as he wanted to claim the Alpha thing was nonsense, he didn't smell like the other werewolves he'd met, the scent made his jaw ache, and things lower that could be just as dangerous.
'I've never been good at sharing...'