[ perhaps someone should. she's run to him, of all people, and he's no fool. whatever comfort she was expecting from his presence was not in his reassurances or his counsel. the idea that perhaps she'd traded one shameful interaction for another has crossed his mind. or perhaps his presence is the quietest, most accepting or punishing place she could choose.
he looks away as well. ] Elijah was urging me to do something similar before I arrived here. That I had to tend to what was broken. He was right. [ in many ways, he was. ] You should go home.
[ she looks at him now, trying to study his face despite it being tilted away from her own.] What did you break? [ perhaps surprisingly there isn't a this time implied afterward.]
[ he'll make her study easy however unintentionally, turning his head towards her at the question. the answer is too revealing, but he thinks it: rebekah is what broke, her and her lies and betrayal, him and his paranoia and fear. ] Our family. Our kingdom. [ his eyes shift to the waterfall. ] I was ensconced in our pursuits [ in genevieve, in his painting; both which led to their ruin ] while New Orleans teetered on the brink of war between the factions: humans, wolves, witches, us.
It was our home. Our first true home, decades ago, before our father found it. [ before rebekah led him to their doorstep. ]
[ caroline didn't like the tiny flare of annoyance she felt upon hearing that he was torn up about new orleans, the place he'd gone off to. the place that tyler left her for too. but she doesn't let it show, she keeps her face even for a moment before she looks down and then back up at him.]
I left because I received a letter from Katerina detailing a witch's plot against me. I stayed because my progeny, someone I thought slaughtered at the hands of my father, had done everything in his power to steal our home and power in my absence. [ he stayed for his kingdom. for his family. for hayley and for elijah. for the baby. ]
[ her lips press together as she nods, biting her tongue because of course, it's about power. it's always about power. her mind flickers briefly to damon and thinks that it's about power for him too.]
I sure know how to pick 'em. [ she muttered a little bitterly before moving to stand up.] I'm sorry your friend or... sire-- [ she made a face as she tried to choose the right word] or whatever, stole your life from you. [ the apology somehow managed to sound mostly sincere despite her general annoyance with the idea of it. she shouldn't feel that way, it was a good thing that he left, it was better for them all.] I'm guessing if you haven't won yet, you will.
[ how can it not be about power after everything? after mikael's blows and his mother's rejection and abandonment? but the truth is it's not, not anymore. he loves marcel. he loved him and still loves him; he was and is like a son, a friend, a companion, someone he decided to share the load of leading with, despite it all. (and grappling for this power, for control; he has a mess to clean up. he has a daughter who deserves a safe home and hayley who deserves to give the same to hope.)
perhaps it'd be all the same to caroline, but her words still strike him, anger him, slice him through.
he reaches for her as she stands; his hand snags her arm and he straightens. ] I love Marcel. He has been a son to me, family as much as any. I love my family, Caroline, and I meant to secure a home for them free of my demons.
[ it shouldn't matter to him, what she might think. what judgements she might make. yet it does. he may be a monster, but what drives him is not cruelty. he is not his father. ]
So why would you pick New Orleans? [ if it's so complicated, so messy. wouldn't that mean there are demons lurking the shadows? she doesn't pull away from him when he grabs her arm, she just looks down at him.]
I mean, you're rich and you can pretty much get anything you want? Why wouldn't you pick somewhere like... Italy? Or France? [ all she knows of new oreleans is good food, jazz, and drunks barfing in the streets during mardi gras.]
It's my home. [ his answer is immediate, despite her point. perhaps the thought of taking hayley and hope and leaving the city behind has crossed his mind after genevieve attempted to kill them both. it does now. ] And those demons are hell-bent and my responsibility to strike down. There'll be no safety, no peace, without a fight.
[ it's an answer he hasn't contemplated. hasn't let himself. an exhale leaves him, this one heavy, and he slumps himself; his grip loosens and falls and he turns away for a moment.
it doesn't seem possible, an end to this. he's not an optimist; he's not elijah. for his daughter, maybe, he has to believe this. (a piece of him has always had to.) he weaves his fingers together, elbows on his knees, and lifts his head to face her. ] Then I'll have my home. [ his daughter will. rebekah will. ]
[ caroline can't believe that. there will always be a fight for someone like him. he's the type who'd never have peace until he died. and the problem was, he can't die. not really.
she's not sure how they got here, to this conversation. but she always seems to be questioning his convictions, pushing him towards something better in hopes of justifying the way she feels towards him.]
You've never liked to make things easy, have you? [ her arms cross over her chest as she gives him a tiny smile.] I guess I should probably go.
[ he doesn't. nothing's ever easy. she knows him, it's true; there will always be a fight. (because there are things worth fighting for, whether it's for his own comfort or otherwise.) he presses his lips together. difficulty, adversity; it's simply a fact of living. one she must be learning with all she's been through.
he stands, still reeling from the emotions she's evoked. ] This place is yours as much as mine. You're welcome here whenever you like.
[ she's learned more than most would in their lives and she's still got so much life to live which means more lessons, undoubtedly more hard lessons.
she nods at his words, her expression and tone actually grateful.] Thank you, Klaus. For this and for listening. [ she hesitates because this would be the time she'd hug or kiss someone she cared for but... she just offers him another tentative smile before she turns and starts to hike her way back towards the direction they came.]
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he looks away as well. ] Elijah was urging me to do something similar before I arrived here. That I had to tend to what was broken. He was right. [ in many ways, he was. ] You should go home.
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It was our home. Our first true home, decades ago, before our father found it. [ before rebekah led him to their doorstep. ]
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I remember. That's why you left, right?
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I sure know how to pick 'em. [ she muttered a little bitterly before moving to stand up.] I'm sorry your friend or... sire-- [ she made a face as she tried to choose the right word] or whatever, stole your life from you. [ the apology somehow managed to sound mostly sincere despite her general annoyance with the idea of it. she shouldn't feel that way, it was a good thing that he left, it was better for them all.] I'm guessing if you haven't won yet, you will.
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perhaps it'd be all the same to caroline, but her words still strike him, anger him, slice him through.
he reaches for her as she stands; his hand snags her arm and he straightens. ] I love Marcel. He has been a son to me, family as much as any. I love my family, Caroline, and I meant to secure a home for them free of my demons.
[ it shouldn't matter to him, what she might think. what judgements she might make. yet it does. he may be a monster, but what drives him is not cruelty. he is not his father. ]
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I mean, you're rich and you can pretty much get anything you want? Why wouldn't you pick somewhere like... Italy? Or France? [ all she knows of new oreleans is good food, jazz, and drunks barfing in the streets during mardi gras.]
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it doesn't seem possible, an end to this. he's not an optimist; he's not elijah. for his daughter, maybe, he has to believe this. (a piece of him has always had to.) he weaves his fingers together, elbows on his knees, and lifts his head to face her. ] Then I'll have my home. [ his daughter will. rebekah will. ]
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she's not sure how they got here, to this conversation. but she always seems to be questioning his convictions, pushing him towards something better in hopes of justifying the way she feels towards him.]
You've never liked to make things easy, have you? [ her arms cross over her chest as she gives him a tiny smile.] I guess I should probably go.
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he stands, still reeling from the emotions she's evoked. ] This place is yours as much as mine. You're welcome here whenever you like.
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she nods at his words, her expression and tone actually grateful.] Thank you, Klaus. For this and for listening. [ she hesitates because this would be the time she'd hug or kiss someone she cared for but... she just offers him another tentative smile before she turns and starts to hike her way back towards the direction they came.]