Dream, A Little ||
Niklaus could hear the piano music from the street, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat as his head tilted towards the sky. He told himself that he should be satisfied by this, with this small vestige of contact with his brother, but last week he’d actually gone into the bar and seen Elijah with his own two eyes, and merely listening to him play now seemed pale in comparison.
A frown marred his features as he shifted from one foot to another, hesitating at the doorway to the bar. It was unlike him to be so indecisive; normally when Klaus chose a course of action, he carried it out with little thought to second-guessing himself. But he was torn now between his desire to keep his daughter safe and his need for his family, the loneliness that Rebekah had once spoken of now aching like an open wound.
Klaus had always had his family, because he had always needed his family. Even when they were at odds with one another, he had always had them near him in one form or another, and to be so truly alone now felt like he was living with part of his soul torn from him.
Hope. His daughter’s name flitted across his mind, and the piece of the Hollow that resided within him shuddered. Ruthlessly suppressing its presence, Klaus squared his shoulders and stepped into the bar.
If his timing (and the waitress he’d compelled last week) was right, Elijah should be finishing his shift soon. Klaus stepped towards the piano, weaving through the thin crowd until he came to a stop before him. Last week he’d tipped his brother a hundred, neatly folded and placed in the small glass jar before him. Klaus wasn’t certain if he even remembered, but he caught Elijah’s eye and nodded, offering a small smile of greeting.
“You play well.”
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