Who: Elijah and Klaus What: Brotherly love~ Or snark. Or something. When: Week 13; Tuesday Late at night Where: Mikaelson Estate Rating: None save Klaus' penchant for talk of violence.
The day had long since drawn to its close, a time that usually found Niklaus Mikaelson was spending his time in the study, a sketch book in hand and a find bottle of bourbon sitting beside the glass a portion of it was resting in nicely. The subject sketched upon the paper was of course of Caroline, the woman who had managed to enrapture him and than take hold of what he'd liked to believe was his frigid and merciless heart. By this moment, he knew her features by memory. Her curves. The dimple of her smile. For the sake of not incurring her wrath, he'd kept the sketch but a portrait of her face, knowing she'd throw something at him if he presented her with a nude picture.
Assuming no one would come to disturb him at this hour of the evening, Klaus allowed a softer smile to grace his features as he worked on the picture. Her smile, yes. That was the most important part to get exactly correct, even if there weren't a picture in the world that could actually capture the radiance of it.