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can they touch you and come away still clean?

[whiskered]

( oh, klaus.

this is why you're her favorite. if iskra were a peacock, she'd be flaunting all her feathers. as it is, her contented and near aggressive purring will have to suffice. her tail curls around his arm in a display of both affection and possession. her paw presses against his chest, and then moves back to the book.

what would a drawing of klaus look like if he were to draw himself? would there also be a crown? )

can they touch you and come away still clean?

[poppycock]

[ there is a raw commonality to portraits, and particularly to self-portraits, that klaus has always appreciated, in his way. there is a frankness to them; the ugliness of imperfections so obscene it can be a thing of beauty and intimacy to behold. a certain color of the eye or line of a brush stroke and there revealed are secrets people so often endeavor to hide or do not realize exist. even in the lies of a self-portraits is truth: art reflects parts people they would rather not acknowledge nor consider deeply, so what better than a portrait to do so?

perhaps for these reasons klaus has never been a lover of committing his own face to paper. he has, of course, painted portraits for display in mikaelson homes and just recently here, but rarely privately. every attempt has been met with frustration and failure, this compulsion to tell himself. he never could; perhaps because it was not a story worthy of telling. not a story he wanted to tell.

how apt to be asked to now, with reflections abound, after all he's endured and gained and lost these past many years.

when he processes what iskra asks, he pulls in a breath somehow both shallow and deep at the same time. ] Clever girl, [ he says finally, ] aren't you?

[ with a weak smile, klaus presses pencil to paper. he draws the outline of his face, then pauses before adding a quick sketch of his hair. he draws his eyes, deep set. his nose, rounded at the end, and then his mouth. it's an easy drawing; an honest enough depiction in study. a start.

he leans back to take it in. ] That's me.

can they touch you and come away still clean?

[whiskered]

( people are a study in contrasts, and self-portraits are no different. they reveal how one seems themselves. would klaus' self-portrait have looked the same a year ago, two? it seems honest enough that it brings about recognition. iskra appears to be as fond of the drawing as she is of the subject.

it has often been said that dogs are a man's best friend, but cats possess a unique kind of perception and understanding. to the surprise of many, they share traits that are inexplicably similar to human beings. iskra's anxieties, her displays of dominance and affection, her intermittent need for quiet and solitude: they make her an empathetic and well-suited companion to similar personalities... when she isn't up to something mischievous, of course.

iskra is in the process of giving klaus cheek rubs when they are rudely, rudely interrupted. )

[easily]

[Rebekah storms into the common room, still dressed in a robe and a towel around her head, fully ready to do something nasty for someone ruining her day so much already. It's when she spots the cat cuddling up to her older brother that she makes her way over towards them, pointing an accusing finger.]

Nik. That little mongrel of yours threw up all over my favorite bedsheets.

[She hadn't expected to be welcomed with that when she got out of her bath, to say the least.]

Are you going to clean up after it? It's not my responsibility.

[poppycock]

[ way to ruin perfectly cheek rubs, rebekah. way to ruin them.

though truth be told his sister's outburst does little to ruin the moment. it only inspires from klaus some mild amusement and even milder interest. his little sister's indignant tantrums are hardly cause for more. klaus' head lifts just so from iskra's cuddles; his hand stays rested at her neck. ] Sounds like a job for the closets to me, personally.

[ no1curr here basically ]

Or Elena.

[whiskered]

( w o w beks it's rude to point your finger at someone without evidence. does being innocent until proven guilty mean anything anymore???

iskra has never looked more innocent by klaus' side, her startlingly blue eyes round and guileless. )

[easily]

[No one is innocent in this world, iskra.]

Elena isn't here, and you're the one who decided it was fine keeping that thing here half the time without consulting the rest of us which means her messes are your responsibilities, especially when it involves my things.

[poppycock]

[ it's ok iskra, klaus doesn't blame you

not because you didn't do it but

klaus' conversational response is not aimed towards rebekah, who honestly deserves to be addressed directly and with heartfelt apologies, and yet— ] It sounds as if someone's a bit peeved at not being liked. [ and the bedsheets maybe, but eh. klaus gives iskra a Look. ] Perhaps you should apologize. [ or don't it's fine. c: ]

[whiskered]

( perhaps iskra might be more inclined to apologize if she weren't addressed as THAT THING !!!!!!!

her tail twitches instead, rubbing klaus' cheek again as though they had never been interrupted ... )

[easily]

Why would I care whether that little rapscallion likes me or not?

[Rebekah huffs rather indigently. She's not desperate for love and attention, she doesn't need acceptance from a cat.

maybe she does.]

[poppycock]

[ if klaus could, he might purr a little at iskra's head bumping and nuzzling the scruff of his cheek. as it is, he only smiles small and then looks pointedly over to rebekah. ] So you don't care? [ #ontoyou ]

[whiskered]

( iskra blinks, tilting her head up at beks as though she, too, is expecting this answer. )

[easily]

Why would I care about that stupid feline?

[She may be flopping dramatically in one of the other chairs now, just to perform how much she definitely

totally

completely

does not care.]

[poppycock]

[ his fingers delicately scratching behind iskra's ears, klaus watches rebekah's obvious show with such knowing, very predictable ] Well ever since she rejected you that once or twice or three times, [ because klaus is the best brother he seems amused by this ] you've been quite hostile.

[whiskered]

( five times

but no one's counting.

it probably doesn't help iskra's purring is adorable af. she keeps leaning into klaus' hand like the spoiled little thing she is. also, who is elenerrrrrr? she's never heard of an elenerrr. vikings are so weird. )

[easily]

I have not!

[There's a pout and she crosses her arms insistently before adding:]


She started it.

[Rebekah, you're blaming a cat for bad relationship with it. Please grow up.]

a good icon

[poppycock]

I think perhaps she knows her mistress doesn't like you very much. [ as if he didn't kill elena that once and then terrorize her and her friends for over a year, but anyway. ] That or you've been a little too eager.

a good thread

[whiskered]

( no, it's definitely the mistress thing. )

the best

[easily]

It's not my fault Elena can't move on.

[REBEKAH YOU MURDERED HER.]

[poppycock]

[ EVEN KLAUS IS SCOFFING OUT A LAUGH AT THAT

genuinely amused and fully charmed at that pouting ok ]

Well you did rob her of her human life. [ and then not to gasp be the one to defend elena gilbert for a myriad of reasons, klaus addresses iskra. ] Though it was out of love for me, so perhaps you can forgive and forget. [ crooked smile and ear scratches here. ] One day.