Henrik & Klaus {oblitusfrater}
Henrik didn’t want to believe that day was happening…no since it was not possible. Kol could not be dead and Nik could not be seeing him or hear him, but still there his big brother was looking right at him and had just said his name. He took some steps closer to see if it was really his brother or if this was some kind of sick joke the spirits were pulling on him or if he just simply had gone mad. since that was inpossible and a fact that he thought to many times and gotten his heart broken from.He had been so alone that he would gaps on ever chance of someone hearing him…talking to him, so this was just one of those times. right?
“ —- I need to find Kol”, he mumbled and turned back to his brothers body. trying to ignore his brother behind him that had said his name. but his mind was saying this was not true and he should not try to do anything and just ignore it, was his heart sure that he could hear him. Though he wanted to know..no he need to know if his brother could truly see him and hear him
” —- …Nik…c-can you hear me?””
Upon leaving Mystic Falls in order to reprimand his youngest living brother Klaus had not anticipated the arrival of yet another of his brothers; least of all, a brother whom had been deceased for ten centuries. Witches were known to create much phenomenon by hand of their enchantments amongst other notions of sorcery, though the sheer realism in which Henrik stood before him caused the Hybrid to doubt the logic of death's finality itself. Swallowing the brunt of words begging to betray the barrier of lips lips, Klaus' stare remained solid, wholly surveying Henrik whilst the boy scoured the vicinity via his eyes in search of their brother. The other brother Klaus had been unable to save; the other brother he'd failed.
"Kol is here." Klaus said, toneless, the words as lifeless as his younger brother's charred, burned body upon the floorboards. "I can hear you Henrik; I may be mad, but I am surely able to hear you."
