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[ he wouldn't believe it was freeing. how could it be, knowing camille reacted with such anger and hurt? and he cannot not blame her, but... freya is his sister. he knows how close she had become to camille. he can only imagine how they had both leaned on each other here. klaus pauses, frets for words that might comfort and fortify. ] It'll be all right.

[ what would elijah do? what would his big brother say? (he would seek to fix this, and that is what klaus will do, in his own way.) ] Keep heart, sister. [ and because she is not abandoned nor should she feel so: ] I'll find you after.

[To be fair, she didn't reach out to her brother for his comfort, though it is appreciated all the same. She simply didn't want him to be blindsided by Cami's anger when they saw each other next. But his words still mean a great deal, even if it wasn't what she was looking for (or maybe because of that.]

I'll probably be in my room.

[She's not feeling much like people otherwise. But after a moment:]

Thank you.

[ it hardly takes long for klaus to respond after leaving camille. he makes certain he doesn't, barely down the hall before his hands begin to shake and his eyes sting; taking out his phone to message freya is all that keeps him tethered. she is his sister, and it is as much his responsibility to look after her as it is to help her. (he could not help her tonight, with camille. he did not help. he works past a lump in his throat.) ]

She knows everything.

[ a moment later: ] Are you all right?

[The response takes a long time to come, as Freya's coordination is not the best when she's drunk so "Drinking with Damon" turns into:]

Demicng with damgb.

[You're welcome. But it's at least somewhat an indication of her mental state at the moment. She'll correct this in the morning after water, sleep, and other side effects of all that drinking have worked their way out of her system.]

Incredibly hungover, but otherwise I am fine. More or less.

[ w e l l

that answers that

or it doesn't, not fully, not until morning, though it's not as if klaus didn't hear her stumble home at an ungodly hour if that was the case. he's spent the long night drinking, though not sleeping at all. when he gets freya's follow up, he's sitting on an armchair in his bedroom, a glass of half-empty bourbon next to him.

his hesitation to reply comes not only from the obvious that he is not fine and no doubt the state of his relationship with camille might be something she would consider her fault, considering it is also obvious she is not wholly as fine as she might communicate. (she will be. it will be, no matter the consequences, but that doesn't soften the blows.) ]

I'm glad. [ a+ emoting 👌 ]

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[Yep, they are clearly the best at this. And he's right, she is very much not fine, and would probably be doing more drinking, if she thought her stomach could take it, but for right now, her largest plan is going back to bed, after possibly talking with her brother.

It's masochistic, but she needs to know how Cami is, and whether or not she's damaged things irrevocably for all of them. She's already cost him Marcel, and she would hate to think that she may have cost him Cami too.]

I intend to remain lying down, but I'll be up for a little while if you'd like to join me?

[ there is no reason to prolong the inevitable conclusion to this night or the choices and sacrifices they have made. she had told him once that she would rather live prepared with the weight of burden than ignorant without; the desire to protect her remains but that assurance and his better pragmatism perseveres now.

he made her a promise, however unspoken, when he told her about davina those months ago. klaus finishes what is in his glass in one swallow and is at her door a moment later. his knock is perfunctory; he twists the knob and steps inside directly after, glass and bottle in hand.

he stops at the sight of her, attempting to soften the trouble of his expression, if only for her comfort. it does not change what words he must say, but he does it instinctively all the same. klaus moves forward take a seat beside the bed. ] Well. I suppose this was all inevitable.

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Perhaps.

[She sighs as she shifts to her side to face him, eyes bleary under the weight of her hangover. But she knows that while difficult, this was the right thing to do.]

It is better for her to hear it from us now than risk her being surprised by it by Davina, or worse yet - Marcel.

Or herself, [ klaus expands, leaning forward, an elbow on his knee, ] leaving here only to come home. [ it occurs to him that is a cruel option as well: that cami could leave and die; die again. she could experience the terror and trauma firsthand.

and then she would learn the rest of this nightmare.

klaus wants another drink, even as influenced as he is, but he does not move to fill his tumbler, only lifts his eyes to his sister.

it occurs to him also that this is cami's home now and she knows it, he knows it anew with terrible, anguished finality; she will never have another. and he knows—to be a part of it here will only cause her pain. ] I told her the rest. About Aurora. About what she'd become.

[Her face softened at that, because there was a moment where she had also contemplated delivering that blow herself. But that was too much at once, and Cami had only asked for the "after."

A cowardly technicality, but a technicality she exploited nonetheless.]

At least there are a few less secrets between all of us.

[though that's a cold comfort when it's likely Cami didn't take Klaus' news any better than she took Freya's.]

[ a colder comfort he wouldn't hesitate to accept, so he doesn't hesitate to accept this one. what else is there for him to do, but to concentrate on what could be affecting; what could be changed? their precarious state is shared, just as their troubles are:

he doesn't want to think about cami anymore. (nothing will change that he will.)

klaus tips the bottle against the lip of the glass, pours a splash and offers it to her. ] Not quite Elijah's cocktail, but... [ an offer; the flickering humor in that offer not faded for how drawn it is ] if you prefer.

[She smirks a bit in return, before reaching for the glass with a small nod.]

I think it will do the trick.

[ 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. ]

[She knocks back the glass, only managing to make a slight face at the metallic taste of blood mixed in under the burn of the alcohol, but by the time she finishes, her brother's message is in front of her, and her eyebrows rise slightly. She then reaches for the pen, and scrawls her response underneath his.]

What do you need from me?

[ bringing the pad back into his lap, he pauses at the question. he considers what he truly needs, what he's always needed. what she's granted him, time and again. they are cut from this same cloth, ruthless and practical, and where he might distrust others for the same, just as he did her in the beginning, he trusts her for it now all the more.

he would place not only his life, but camille's in her hands. all those he holds dear. ]

Your trust.

[ he shows it to her, eyes rounded and lips pursed, but does not hand the pen and pad over, not yet. with a breath, he writes, ] I'm going to give Damon Salvatore a piece of white oak. I've acquired the knight.

From Camille. [ he swallows before adding that fact, knowing she will have questions about how he attained it. ]

No one would see this coming. [ not even him.

he needs to believe that. he needs it to work. ]

[If she has them she doesn't ask them. Given their history with Damon Salvatore, he must have chosen this for a reason. And given her experiences with Damon the night before, she'd hope that he wouldn't let her confide in him and then betray her family so soon after. Especially since he knows what she can do.]

Are you sure you can trust him?

[She'll only ask once, but she wants to be sure he's sure.]

I'm sure we can trust we want the same things. [ that's the truth. as necessary as their alliance with the denizens of mystic falls has been, it's been a tentative truse, held in place only by the swaying balance of his power and elena's will.

this, however. this is different. this is a true risk and one he does not make lightly. ] I need you to ensure he upholds his end of the bargain, if I cannot. [ if the worst happens. there are so many 'worsts' that could. ]

[Freya glances up, studying her brother for a moment in silence, because while he doesn't know how she spent her evening previously, he does know she won't hesitate to protect her family, no matter the cost.

She's certainly proven that well enough.

At least she knows that Damon has a clearer picture of what kind of power he will be crossing if he doesn't use the white oak for it's intended purpose.]

I will.

[Whatever that may entail.]

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how'd this get lost in the scuffle ;o;

;;;; it's okay, we found it again

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