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[ 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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