[ he takes a moment to cleanly open his wrist with his fangs, letting drops of his blood fall into the glass until the wound closes over. he hands it to freya and lets her drink.
nothing will change that he will think of camille. nothing will change that freya will. they have both lost her and more, in their own ways. but more than just heartache has occurred this night. he could not save camille. he cannot be by her side, not anymore. but he will do here what he couldn't at home. klaus has always benefited from action over mute resignation, even in thought. freya is cut from the same cloth, and he needs her in this.
he glances around the room. unsurprisingly, they are all fastidious about covering their mirrors. but mirrors can still hear.
he reaches for a notepad and a pen at her bedside table, flips to a blank page, and writes, ]I know how to do defeat my mirror.[ he shows it to her wordlessly. ]
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nothing will change that he will think of camille. nothing will change that freya will. they have both lost her and more, in their own ways. but more than just heartache has occurred this night. he could not save camille. he cannot be by her side, not anymore. but he will do here what he couldn't at home. klaus has always benefited from action over mute resignation, even in thought. freya is cut from the same cloth, and he needs her in this.
he glances around the room. unsurprisingly, they are all fastidious about covering their mirrors. but mirrors can still hear.
he reaches for a notepad and a pen at her bedside table, flips to a blank page, and writes, ] I know how to do defeat my mirror. [ he shows it to her wordlessly. ]