( his family is all right. barring kol, of course; but that is a situation easily dealt. for now. all that matters to klaus truly is that hope is safe, especially after all she has suffered. besides, as he has considered the last few weeks — what is there truly to linger on, all the current blessings considered? he has his family. klaus hasn't thought twice about this uncharacteristic lightheartedness, accepting his confident suppositions with ease. after all — they are mikaelsons. he is klaus mikaelson, and all this is an inconvenient but feasible predicament.
when wynonna steps into his room, white oak in hand, something dreadful and in complete opposition with that fact drops into his gut. the screams and sufferings that have begun to echo through the halls of the hotel have been prickling at his better senses, and the haze of late has been clearing. klaus stands at her arrival, and while his eyes drop to the stake in her hands, there are centuries of experience in how utterly unmoved he seems: only a second's lingering, the slightest recoil of his head. he would know that intricate carving at its handle anywhere, and does, even at a glance.
he sees the list. he sees the desperation on her face. evenly, he says, ) I suppose I should be flattered to make the cut.
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when wynonna steps into his room, white oak in hand, something dreadful and in complete opposition with that fact drops into his gut. the screams and sufferings that have begun to echo through the halls of the hotel have been prickling at his better senses, and the haze of late has been clearing. klaus stands at her arrival, and while his eyes drop to the stake in her hands, there are centuries of experience in how utterly unmoved he seems: only a second's lingering, the slightest recoil of his head. he would know that intricate carving at its handle anywhere, and does, even at a glance.
he sees the list. he sees the desperation on her face. evenly, he says, ) I suppose I should be flattered to make the cut.