Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-07-10 09:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Freya and Klaus
What: Klaus is not happy with his sister, Freya isn’t putting up with it
When: Right after this
Where: Their house
Warnings: Mostly just Klaus and his anger though unnaturally high winds do occur
Status: Log | Complete
Klaus woke up from his snapped neck pissed at his sister. But also a little relieved. Even though he didn’t want to be the one to save her life, part of him didn’t want her to die. Though he would never admit that. He would not be made weak like his dreamself. He focused on his anger. It was the only thing he knew how to do. And when Freya walked back into their home she got all his rage.
“How dare you defy me!” Klaus shouted at his sister eyes glowing yellow.
Freya was tired. Which made sense given the pace she’d been keeping with everything going on in the country and barely being home. Then being woken up as she had been and all that had transpired. So needless to say, while Freya was prepared to deal with Klaus’ anger that didn’t mean she was exactly looking forward to it. All she wanted was some relative peace and quiet before she was back in immigration court and at the border demanding answers and trying to get medical supplies to the detention centers.
So being yelled at with eyes glowing yellow? Freya didn’t even flinch or step backwards.
“Spare me the dramatics, Niklaus. I wasn’t about to let someone die because of your stubbornness and pride.”
If he wasn’t so pissed he might have flinched at Niklaus. Elijah and occasionally Finn were the only ones that called him that. Freya only ever did when she was angry. But right now he was too mad himself to care. “That wasn’t your choice!” Klaus shot back. “I gave you that blood for your use only. Not to share with whoever shows up on our doorstep.”
Oh, Freya was definitely angry and she wasn’t going to put up with Klaus’ need to be pedantic about it all. She might put up with a lot when it came to her brother, but he knew she had morals. He made comment on it enough about her bleeding heart and taking everything on and how she should let others deal with it. Which meant that they both knew she was never going to sit back and let someone die.
“I did use it. To save someone who didn’t deserve to die because you couldn’t be bothered to help. And for what? To prove some idiotic point? Good job, you proved your point.”
“Tyler Lockwood and his pretty little girlfriend don’t deserve my blood,” Klaus growled. “I decide who deserves it. Not you.” Deep down he knew Freya had done the right thing. He knew he was in the wrong. But he would never admit it. His blood. His choice. That was the end of it. Freya didn’t get to snap his neck and go against him.
“And Caroline doesn’t deserve to die just because you’re in a mood, Niklaus!” So far there was no wind starting to whip up as she got more agitated but give it time and Freya was sure it would happen. The joys of being overworked. She was not backing down and while she knew that it was completely pointless to fight with Klaus when he was in this sort of state, she also knew that she would stand her ground.
And when cooler heads prevailed, maybe it would sink in. Not that he’d ever say anything about it. Of course not. His pride and all.
“So yes, I would do it all again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to make some coffee.” If this was going to be how her few days home right now were going to end, she really would be better off staying with someone else.
“No you’re not!” Klaus growled again. “You don’t snap my neck, use me for my blood, and walk out on me. This is my house.” He knew he would regret those words later. Living with Freya, it was one of the only things keeping him grounded. Or at least as grounded as Klaus got. He needed his family around to keep him from going completely off the rails. But right now he was too angry to care. Too stubborn to admit Freya was right. “If you dare defy me again you can find some place else to live.”
It didn't matter that Dahlia was dead. Those words brought Freya back to a time where she would flinch, cower, be afraid. The isolation. The growing sense of self hatred as she was expected to lie about a part of herself.
The wind began to pick up outside as Freya's eyes narrowed, a sign of how overworked she was that she had lost that amount of control. She may have been afraid when under Dahlia's control but she wasn't afraid now and she refused to back down. Not in this. Klaus may think she had too many morals but it was who she was at her core.
“It's not as if you left me much choice,” Her own voice was hard. “I will not sacrifice my sense of self and morals just to satisfy your ego and pathological need to push people away.”
Oh Freya knew her brother and knew his self destructive tendencies but she would not stand by and let innocent people die just because Klaus was acting the child.
Klaus didn’t care about the wind Freya was creating. A clear indicator of just how angry his sister was. But he knew that already. And she was the one that defied him. Defied his wishes. Even if part of him was relieved Caroline had been saved didn’t mean he was happy with how Freya went about it. That she had done something he had just made clear he hadn’t wanted done. That she had snapped his neck to do it.
“And what do your morals say about snapping your brothers neck?” he shot back, eyes yellow once again.
Did he really just….of course he did. But instead of cowering or apologizing, Freya just quirked a brow as she crossed her arms.
“That you would recover while Caroline wouldn't.”
Yes, she was the moral one but it wasn't as if Klaus didn't dagger their siblings (admittedly only in the dreams at this point) for far less and for longer periods of time. Even Elijah the moral one of the Original vampires and he helped Klaus in his daggering of Kol on at least one occasion.
Morals sometimes were skewed in their family but letting someone die for no reason well passed even that skewed version of morality.
“I’m your blood!” Klaus reminded his sister. Morals or not, she was supposed to put family above all else. That was the Mikaelson way. At least the Mikaelson sibling way. Their parents were a whole other story. “Caroline is nothing!” Though the words were to Freya he had to remind himself as well.
“And had it been a choice between saving your life or Caroline's life, I would have saved yours. This isn't a zero sum game, Niklaus!” To dare assume that just because she did what she did meant that family, well siblings, weren't first was just…. She could feel a migraine forming and knew she needed to get away. Yet he kept at it.
“And who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?”
What kind of question was that? He had almost forgotten how Freya could see right through him. However, he wasn’t about to dignify her with a response. “Get out!” Klaus demanded instead. His rage over everything that had happened this morning coming out in full force.
Well… that ended about the way Freya figured it would. The wind was still going strong given her own anger and overall proof of how raw and overextended she was with everything that was going on. So before things could be said that couldn’t be taken back, Freya left. She’d come back when she knew Klaus was at work so she could get her things for staying elsewhere for the next few days before she had to leave for work again.