// @stubbornstrumpet sent 🎄 / decorate and help my muse with a christmas tree . ( come be cute with your lil sister, Nik )
It might, Klaus considered, be another thing entirely if there was anything of tradition in the gesture. If old ornaments collected through the centuries lay in the boxes around them. Instead, it’s a garish assortment of newfangled things, as far as he’s concerned, and the fact that dear Elijah’s not involved in the decorating tells Klaus plenty about the man’s opinions. If Klaus lounges in a chair with a glass of wine while turning over a particularly offensive ornament — surely a character from some animated film, though he certainly can’t place it — instead of truly helping, well… at least he’s here. If Rebekah truly needs assistance in the effort, there’s half a dozen servants with a pair of arms on the premises. ❛ I think whoever you sent to the store to fetch these, dear sister, could have used a little more instruction. You’re not really planning to put this on the tree, are you? ❜
He considers the practicality of convincing her to delay the whole endeavor by a day or two, wonders where ornaments from years past might be stored in their too-many abodes from past centuries. There’s a minimal chance of finding what he sought, and an even smaller chance of dissuading his sister from the warpath for even an hour. ❛ Elijah will be appalled. ❜ Klaus is appalled himself, but perhaps their brother’s sentiments might carry more weight. They so often do.