Klaus is the devil in disguise (immortalhybrid) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-05-12 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, freya mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Freya and Klaus
What: Klaus dreams of Marcel’s death
When: Recent
Where: Their place
Warnings: None
Status: Partner Thread | Complete
Niklaus woke up furious with Elijah. More furious than the time he dreamed of what Elijah had done to Aurora. How Elijah had shaped him into the monster he had become. But killing Marcel? That was so much worse.
Marcel Gerard wasn’t a Mikaelson by blood. But he was Klaus’s family. He was practically Klaus’s son. And the fact that Elijah killed him on the chance that he could become more powerful than them hurt Klaus more than he knew possible.
Like he did most nights when he had dreams, Klaus made his way to his art room. Furiously painting on the canvas. His colors were dark, shade of black and red, full of anger.
Freya was awake. Then again, she was barely sleeping these days with everything going on in the world that impacted her work. Not to mention she was working on disappearing a woman and her two children as the husband was ignoring restraining orders with no consequence.
Rubbing her eyes, the witch sighed. She needed coffee. So closing her notebook over her pen, Freya headed towards the kitchen. Or that was the plan as she noticed Klaus in his art room. It was hard to say what the best course of action was in this. Her brother was clearly in a mood (and she had a fairly good idea on what dream he’d just had) which meant that no decision was going to be the right one.
Well okay, no real answer but Freya went to the art room and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“Nice use of colors.”
Klaus heard Freya approaching. He always did. He had super hearing after all. So he heard the time it took her to actually say something. Probably debating whether or not she should say something or just leave him be. And honestly he didn’t even know which course of action he would have preferred at the moment.
“You have something against red?” Klaus replied swirling more paint onto the canvas. He had no idea what he was creating yet. Just letting his emotions take over.
That was the thing with Klaus, there was never an easy way to know which was the best course of action. Working out anger and emotions was good, but not if he felt that he was once again abandoned by his family. So yeah. Freya had been uncertain in this particular incident. Which wasn’t surprising given everything that happened in the Dreams. Dreams she’d had over a year ago.
Well being the oldest clearly meant that she also was to be furthest ahead in the Dreams at this point.
Still, as for the comment?
“Not at all. Just wondering if you’ll have enough shades of red at the rate you’re going.”
“There’s always a new shade to find,” Klaus said matter of factly. However he did put the brush down for a moment turning to face his sister. “You need something, Freya?” Klaus asked slight irritation in his voice. Not really at her, but he was still agitated from the dreams. “Or did you just come to admire my work?”
Typical Klaus response. Though Freya well knew that if he wanted to, he would easily find a new shade. Something that came to him. She was also used to the irritation from her brother. It was one of the reasons she had been uncertain on which course of action to take when she had noticed his mood. It could be exhausting, even if she did understand where it was coming from this time around.
“I was actually coming down for coffee when I noticed you painted. Would you like a cup?”
Klaus looked from his painting to Freya and back again. He supposed he could put the paint brush back down for a minute. “Yeah,” Klaus muttered already making his way to the kitchen. “I could use some coffee.” Especially after the lack of sleep he had gotten. Thanks to Elijah killing Marcel.
“How far have you dreamed?” Klaus asked as the coffee brewed. He did know she was ahead of him at least.
Well at least he didn't suggest alcohol. Which wouldn't have surprised Freya. Even so, she was fine with them both having coffee.
At the question, Freya managed to keep from pointing out that they had discussed before how far ahead she was and some parts of what was going on. Namely the fact the siblings were separated and Hayley's disappearance. But if she was right about his latest dream, it made sense he'd forget.
“By my estimate? About thirteen years after where you are, if Hope is still around two years old.”
After all, he could technically be further along, but Freya doubted that.
Now that Freya mentioned it again it did ring a bell. However thirteen years was really nothing when you lived over a thousand. Even though he hadn’t exactly lived that long in the real world, with all his dream memories it certainly felt like he had. Time passed differently for him now. “Right,” Klaus replied the bitterness back in his tone.
“And you didn’t think to tell me our brother killed Marcel?” He knew the rest of the siblings didn’t see Marcel as family the way Klaus had. But the man was Klaus’s family by choice. Even after all they had put each other through, he was still like a son to Niklaus.
Time did have a weird way of working thanks to the Dreams and given there were jumps between ages, it didn’t feel that way for Freya either. And dreaming thirteen years in the span of a year with starts and stops? Also strange.
And there was the accusation. With the coffee finished brewing, Freya made it the way Klaus tended to drink it and handed it to him as she answered.
“Honestly, the same dream where I learned about it happening was also the dream we then learned he had taken the serum to make him a Hybrid which then led to Kol and Elijah being bitten and dying, Rebekah still cursed, I was poisoned and so had to put myself in the coma while Evie got the ingredients for the antidote and then when I woke up, we had yet another earth ending crisis to deal with and it was five years later in the Dreams and he was king of New Orleans.”
There was just too much going on at any given time that warnings for temporary death. Not that Klaus would care but there it was.
“So he’s not dead?” Klaus replied not exactly wanting to relive the time his sister was in a coma. Besides that was already dealt with. The important part to Klaus now was that Marcel actually lived. With how Klaus was feeling right now, as far as he was concerned Elijah deserved to be bitten. Whatever Marcel had done in retaliation Elijah brought it on all of them.
He took a sip of the coffee Freya handed him, eyes remaining on her waiting for some answers.
Of course in that moment Klaus wouldn’t care that Elijah had been bitten and then once it passed he would. Such was the way of his emotions.
“He’s not dead. Try to subvert the future from happening and instead….just push it along,” As that had been Elijah’s aim. To try and keep the future they had seen from happening and he had seen Marcel as the Beast and tried to keep it from happening, “It seems it was part of a plan. But it was essentially a comment made to me after the fact and then it turned out he wasn’t dead so I couldn’t say anything sure about the specifics.”
“Elijah should have known better,” Klaus said bitterly still not over it. He could still see Marcel falling into the water. The image fresh in his mind, the pain he felt at losing the man still there. “If it had been Hayley or even Katerina, you know Elijah and all of you never would have let me hurt them. But because it was Marcel my family, it doesn’t matter?!” And yeah he knew he didn’t have the best history with Marcel in his real life either, but yet Klaus still loved the man. There was no reasoning with Klaus right now. Not when the dream was still so fresh.
It took a lot of willpower for Freya not to roll her eyes. Mostly because she knew that the image was still fresh in her brother’s mind. Not that Klaus was ever logical but maybe she should have just gone for her coffee and gotten back to work. But no matter. Letting him stew could also lead to him lashing out at Elijah and god she didn’t need to worry about that on top of everything else.
“Well it’s kind of hard for me to interfere when I wasn’t even there and a decision was made in the heat of the moment.” It wasn’t like it had been discussed or anything, and it wasn’t like Klaus hadn’t killed people Elijah loved and forced him to watch for less. “And I’m sure Kol can make the same argument seeing at how I condemned Davina instead of bringing her back to save you, Hayley and Rebekah.”
It was what they did. Fuck others over for the sake of family.
“You still wouldn’t have saved Marcel,” Klaus shot back. He didn’t give a shit about Davina. She may have been Kol’s girlfriend. Marcel’s surrogate daughter. But she wasn’t family. And yes Klaus knew family above all else. But contrary to what Freya and Elijah seemed to believe. Marcel was family. He was Klaus’s family. It didn’t matter to Niklaus that it wasn’t by blood. In fact that only made the bond stronger. Marcel was the family he chose.
“If he was a threat and it came between the two of you or any of our siblings? Then no, I wouldn’t have.” Why would she back down from that? Yes, her siblings had a complicated relationship with Marcel, but she had known him maybe a year at that point in the Dreams and someone had to be the big sister. Did she like it? Of course not. But when it came to her family - the family she had fought tooth and nail to finally get back to? She’d do whatever it took to keep them safe. Even if they hated her for it. Nevermind the fact they were now in the hypothetical stage where, despite Freya already saying that Marcel was alive, Klaus was still bothered by what she might not have done and ignoring the Kol comment because what did Davina matter? Or Gia? Or any of those Klaus killed to punish his siblings?
Not to mention, none of that mattered here. But that never seemed to matter. Kol with his feeling neglected and left out because of the Dreams. Klaus with this. Freya had her own issues with them, but it was always seemingly more along the lines of revealing something to her she wasn’t acknowledging in her real life.
“Marcel is not a threat,” Klaus snapped. For all their fighting over the centuries. All the back and forth. Klaus knew that Marcel would never truly hurt any of the Mikaelsons. At least he wouldn’t have, before Elijah killed him. Now he had no idea what Marcellus would do. Apparently try to kill Elijah. Which Klaus couldn’t blame him for. At least right now he couldn’t. Maybe once he dreamed it himself he’d feel differently.
He sighed shaking his head. Freya was never going to understand. “I need to get back to my painting,” Klaus said setting his coffee down on the counter and heading back to his art room.
Honestly, Freya didn’t blame Marcel for his actions in the aftermath either. But it didn’t mean she wouldn’t do whatever was necessary to protect her family. And that also was the problem. In trying to prevent the prophecy, they made it move forward in different ways. If Elijah hadn’t acted in a panic and killed Marcel, what would have altered? She had no answers for that. All she had was a headache.
Still, at least there wasn’t yelling and throwing of things. So that was a win. And after the past week, she was relieved for it. Instead, she just nodded.
“Yeah.”
Having finished her one cup of coffee, Freya poured herself another before heading back upstairs. There still was just too much work to do.