Klaus is the devil in disguise (immortalhybrid) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-08-12 20:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elijah mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Klaus and Elijah
What: Elijah tries to reason with Klaus
When: Late July. Before Klaus and Freya made up.
Where: Klaus and Freya's place
Ratings/Warnings: Low/none
Status: Complete
Freya had been alternating between his home and Finn’s for longer than Elijah had entirely expected. Niklaus had a habit of pushing people away but he had never truly expected his brother to push away their family, least of all Freya who wanted nothing more than to care for her siblings. It was a sentiment that Elijah shared with her, which was also most likely why they were so close.
Regardless, Elijah could not in all good conscience allow this to continue. He needed to speak to Niklaus and try to drive some sense into him. And so he found himself at his brother’s door, waiting to be let in. He could hear him inside. And Elijah certainly wasn’t going to leave without speaking to him.
“Really, Niklaus...could you at least attempt to remember your manners and invite me inside instead of leaving me on the stoop?”
When Klaus wasn’t at the gallery, or dragging Tyler around town with him he was at home, painting. It kept him calm. Kept him focused. Kept him from reaching out to Freya. She was in his dreams now. His dreamself didn’t trust her. While he understood why dream!Klaus couldn’t trust the sister that showed up out of the blue, Klaus himself knew that Freya was indeed trustworthy. Despite the fact that she had recently betrayed him. And the dreams, well they did make him miss his sister. But not enough to reach out. Klaus had his pride after all.
When Elijah showed up at his door, he was painting. And he remained painting, not bothering to get up. He was in no mood to deal with Elijah at the moment. Hear his opinions about the argument between himself and Freya. But when it was clear that Elijah wasn’t going to go away so easily Klaus put down his paintbrush and made his way to the door. “Hello, Elijah,” Klaus said as he opened the door. “You here for a drink?”
“I’m here to see if you would be amenable to a civil conversation regarding our sister.” And, since this was hardly a discussion to be held at one’s doorway, Elijah stepped forward, neatly sidestepping Niklaus.
“Not that I mind having Freya as a guest, but I do hate to see any division growing within the family.” He turned to face Klaus, one hand settling in his pocket through force of habit.
“So I’ve come to play peacemaker. If you’ll allow it.” Because Niklaus could be as obstinate as a mule at the absolute worst of times. But it was better, Elijah had discovered, to speak plainly and not let him feel as though any manipulation were being attempted. Most of the time, at any rate.
Apparently it didn’t matter if he would allow it or not since Elijah just entered his home without being asked. Usually Klaus that was the pushy one. However, he knew his brother could be almost as pushy and stubborn as him when it came to family members not getting along.
“There is no peace to be made,” Klaus shot back already making his way to his in home bar. He was going to need a drink for this conversation. “She betrayed me.”
One eyebrow rose at that, Elijah following his brother to the bar. “And how did she do that, Brother?” Somehow, given Freya’s dedication to family, he doubted that she would have pushed their brother in front of the proverbial bus. But Niklaus was sensitive to even the smallest hint of insurrection.
“Please, I am all ears.” Not judging, yet. Elijah as ready to hear Niklaus’s side. But he would not abandon his quest to reunite the siblings.
“She used my blood,” Klaus replied pouring them each a drink. He passed Elijah’s glass over to him. “For something I didn’t want it used for,” he added. Freya knew that too. He had explicitly said to Tyler that he didn’t want him to have his blood.
Though Elijah took the glass, cradling it in his hand, he didn’t drink from it, gaze still firmly focused on his brother. “What something was that, Niklaus?” Or did he need to continue pulling details from his brother as though he were pulling teeth.
“And did she explain her reasoning to you?”
“That doesn’t matter,” Klaus snapped in answer to both Elijah’s questions. “She used my blood when she knew I didn’t want it used. I gave that to her for healing herself only. Not to use as she damn well pleases.”
Though Klaus may have bristled, Elijah maintained his outer sense of calm, barely batting an eyelid at the outburst.
“You and I both know, Brother, that Freya will do as she pleases. But I sincerely doubt that she did whatever she did to provoke a reaction. Her entire existence is dedicated to helping those in need.” He shifted his weight slightly, setting the glass down.
“Of course without specifics I’m merely hazarding a guess but was this unwanted act done to help someone?” Not that it would sway his brother’s mind but it was hardly fair to expect Freya to battle her own nature and not help someone in need. It was part of why Elijah loved and admired their sister so much. Her dedication to helping everyone, even at the expense of her own health and happiness.
Klaus could care less what Freya’s reasoning was. She went against his wishes with his blood. “You are missing the point, Brother,” Klaus shot back picking up his drink and downing it before pouring himself another. “My blood is not some magical cure all for all of Orange County!”
“I hardly think Freya would cure the entirety of Orange County,” he countered. “Or even the entirety of this street.” So she had used it on one person. But obviously it amounted to the same in his brother’s mind. Sighing softly, Elijah leaned against the bar, gaze locked on Klaus.
“It is who she is,” he advised gently. “She did not do it to anger you, she did it to help someone. One is not dependent on the other. I understand why you are less than pleased with the outcome but surely that passion and caring is something to be loved, not chastised. You must know too, that given the choice between one or the other, our sister would always put this family above anything else.”
“She didn’t chose me,” Klaus shot back. He didn’t care if his life wasn’t in danger. Freya had still chosen saving Caroline over what he wanted. If she had saved Caroline some other way than maybe he wouldn’t be as upset. But she has used his blood. For something he didn’t want it used for.
“You were not in danger, Niklaus.” Surely his brother could see the difference. “If you were, Freya would choose to help you. As would I.” Elijah would put his siblings ahead of everyone, even himself.
“Thanks for the sentiment, Brother,” Klaus replied, clearly not meaning it. “And the lecture. But I’ve heard enough.” Despite his dreams, despite the part of him that missed his sister, Klaus had his pride. Not to mention his stubbornness. There was no changing his mind on this one. “Now I think it’s time for you to leave.”
Elijah barely bit back a sigh of exasperation, finally swallowing his drink in one large gulp, never breaking eye contact. When Niklaus was in a mood there was little reasoning with him. Indeed Elijah could remember in his dreams letting him sulk for years.
“Just consider your next actions carefully, Brother. Invincible though you may be, perhaps you should consider not cutting absolutely everyone from your life. Especially your family. We do love you, though you seem to doubt that at times.” All of the brothers and sisters loved him, though some more than others, and especially dependent on any disagreements. “And just because we may not always agree with you or follow your decrees does not mean that we are betraying you. Examine the matter from different angles.”
Setting the glass down, Elijah took a step back, though he paused a moment more. “There’s a Hunter S. Thompson quote about accepting counsel from others, and the perils of relying only on oneself. It just came to mind.” And was something his brother may with to bear in mind. But he wouldn’t say anything further at the moment, withdrawing as requested.
“Have a nice night, Niklaus.”
Klaus didn’t need Elijah’s quotes or his lectures. As far as he was concerned, if they were so easy to cut from his life, they probably didn’t care about him in the first place. Despite what Elijah seemed to think.
“Maybe you and Freya should try examining it from my angle,” Klaus replied harshly. Or at least Elijah shouldn’t immediately jump to Freya’s side. “Goodbye, Elijah.”
It was rather hard to do when Niklaus would give him no details about Freya’s actions or why he was so angry that she had used his blood to heal someone. But Elijah knew his brother well enough to realize that pointing that out would lead to an even larger argument. And so, with a nod, Elijah departed. It would likely be some time before Niklaus calmed down enough to ‘forgive’ any slight from Elijah.