[Kol had meant to talk to him about it, after Josie came to him, but getting locked in the dungeons for his personal research project sort of made a lot of things get shoved aside.]
( of course. klaus' smile is one more of a grimace, what with how much bitter amusement it contains. he looks down and lets the frustration wash over him. ) As a matter of fact, yes. I had not realized you two were acquainted.
We met in that mirror maze, actually. She's a clever little witch. [There is a fondness to those words.] She came to me a few weeks ago, asking about mora miseriums and eventually admitted about the clock... Seems it won't go too well for her sister if it breaks.
[He really isn't delighted by any of this. Finding a way around this won't be easy.]
( all things klaus already knows and none of them needing further explanation nor discussion, particularly to kol. it is a certainly his little brother grasps the danger and consequences even better than he.
his eyes are closed; he licks his lips and sighs out a heavy breath, only half listening but fully comprehending the errant concern in kol's voice. a helpful, if not entirely reliable asset.
this is not something he wants to do. such power in kol's hands will not help him sleep at night, but risking or failing josette and elizabeth is something much worse.
klaus opens his eyes and tips his head up. ) Meet me on the roof. I have something for you.
[Kol hears the sigh on the other end of the line, but... well. He isn't sure what it's about. Was it exasperation? Apprehension? Worry for the girl? He isn't sure. But Nik doesn't make a terrible habit of making such dramatic social calls, so he can only squint with the curiosity that the simple request brings.]
All right.... give me ten minutes.
[It's more confusion than caution that slow his words. The call ends and he pockets the phone, heading up to the roof. He won't be surprised to find his brother there first-- he does miss being able to move at vampire speeds, more than not.
( klaus is waiting, a leather duffel in hand, the weight of its contents keeping the straps taut. he hasn't been waiting long since retrieving the hidden stash, looking out into the dark horizon, his mind turning despite how he's made it up.
and he has. when kol arrives, he doesn't hesitate to face him, tossing the open bag to the ground between them. he waits until kol peers down at it. )
Mother's grimoires, ( he announces. ) They're yours. ( in another century, even as recent as another decade, he might've prefaced or followed the statement with an ultimatum. a threat. it's not only the calculation of knowing that's not what's going to get him what he wants (what josette and elizabeth need) in this situation that he holds those words back. kol is not only more useful to him as an ally, but he's also his brother.
one he dearly, and with quiet acknowledgement, would like to keep. one that has not offered him anything but allegiance since the start of his stay. if hell is anything other than torture, how is this not a second chance? it's a sentiment he has fought with pragmatism, but one he cannot deny.
[He eyes the bag, frowning a little. That doesn't make any of it any more obvious for him, so he's still at a bit of a loss. At least, until Nik tosses it down between them, open-faced, like some sort of peace offering.
Kol's frown deepens and his curiosity pushes him to kneel down and take whatever might be inside of it out. Right as his fingers curl around the book spine, he hears his brother's voice above him--
"Mother's grimoires."
he pulls the book out of the bad and stares at the too-familiar etchings in the front, fingers of his free hand tracing over them slowly.
When he looks back up at his brother, there's something just a little softer at the edges of his eyes.
"Rightfully yours, I suppose."
He refuses to admit the way that statement makes everything on his insides tighten and flip, like the biggest compliment he could have been given.]
Nik, I-- [He glances back down at the grimoire in his hand, eyes shifting carefully to the bag with the others still in it, and back up to his brother.] You're sure?
[He probably shouldn't look a gifthorse in the mouth, but. Well. Mikaelsons do so often carry ulterior motives, don't they? Is it his fault that some part of him is worried this is a trick or a trap of some kind?]
( he's not sure, but he also doesn't have a choice. what choice he has is one he must make, for better or worse putting faith in his brother.
repairing, perhaps — extending an offering to try.
he's not sure, but there's a guilelessness in kol's face, a reflection of fear that buoys him. it gives him enough certainty to go on. ) All I ask is that you help them. Help me help them.
( more softly, lighter, he adds, ) And perhaps keep the more dangerous pages away from my daughter.
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[Nik's not-actually-an-answer to his question doesn't go missed by him, but he decides not to push his luck on that score. Leave it where it lies. He nods.]
Of course. I was already trying to look into something for her-- Surely, if anyone had a proper workaround for it, it'd be our darling Mother.
Hope won't see any of them, without specific supervision. Promise. [He knows how...ambitious the witches in their family tend to be and. Well. Hope is also a teenager, which adds a whole other layer of recklessness to it, too.]
( his thoughts exactly. esther was a very powerful and knowledgeable witch. whatever spells are within those pages might carry an answer, or at the very least the seed to one.
more over: despite kol's past behaviors and treacheries, he is a very powerful and knowledgeable witch. though his brother and davina were not able to save hope with esther's spellbooks, perhaps... perhaps there's more in those pages for caroline's children.
at the mention of hope, klaus sobers into staunch concern; his index finger lifts and he comes forward a few steps. ) Nor will she aide you in casting or undoing any magics unless absolutely necessary. Unless it is safe. ( klaus wavers only then, hand floating to the side, lips pursing as he looks down in thought. he knows his daughter. he knows with certainty josette and elizabeth are clearly looking into their own avenues. ) No doubt she is already searching, as they all are.
( he cannot stop them. moreover, he won't. what he can do is this. his eyes lift with determination. ) I think it's time for a meeting.
Nik, [Kol sets the book in the bag with the others and huffs softly, part incredulity, part...something else, as he steps toward his brother.] do you think I'd honestly put my own niece at risk? With something like this?
[Treacherous and scandalous as they may ever be among each other, Mikaelsons put nothing above family. Hope is the tiniest and the youngest of that family, so she gets everyone above her doubling down, whole-heartedly on that special brand of Mikaelson protectiveness of their own. He doesn't know her or their history, everything the girl has been through, but she is in his circle, he won't let something happen to her. And he can only hope that Nik can understand that through the look he's leveling him with right now.]
Yes, I think you're right. We need to come together on this. It won't do anyone any good to keep it separate.
No. ( he means it, after a moment of searching, his eyes taking in the earnest honesty of kol's expression. he need not, remembering just how dedicated kol was to hope; in another world, in his world, his little brother never harmed her. was always there for her. more so than her own father for a time, in klaus' absence. ) But she's my daughter. ( and he worries. he will always worry.
with a soft sigh, he nods, glad to be on the same page. ) I'll get them together.
[He smiles, soft and genuine in ways his usual smirks never are. At least he trusts him that far. That’s saying a lot that words never could dream of explaining.]
Good. We’ll figure it out, Nik. Something will work, we always make sure of that.
In the hotel, I think? Or maybe not, I'm not sure. My brother found me... he could probably tell you. Or Velma, Adam... I've had visitors and such. Apparently it's allowed, even though I'm down here.
[He can't say that makes much sense, but... then, they aren't allowed all day or anything, and he is mostly isolated. And even prisoners get visitors, apparently.]
Thought you should know I spelled your roommate Dick inside your suite. Anything happens to me and I'm not back to undo it, the Saltzman's can siphon it. Only once this all dies down. He asked me to, because of the possessions going around.
He was afraid of being possessed, but, I think he also was. I think this was about preventing him from being possessed again. Anyway, I'm going into the maze, so, this all ends and you don't hear from me? Go to the twins.
When you get back from definitely not dying, we should do something. All the time we've had together lately has been focused on the Sandclock. We should do something niece-and-uncle-y. Whatever that looks like.
I’m not sure, if I’m honest. The niece and nephew I had back in Lawrence were much smaller than you and it mostly consisted of Disney movies and board games. I’m not sure that’s the style of it when your niece is halfway toward grown.
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Date: 2020-08-15 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-17 11:58 am (UTC)[Kol had meant to talk to him about it, after Josie came to him, but getting locked in the dungeons for his personal research project sort of made a lot of things get shoved aside.]
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Date: 2020-08-17 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-17 11:51 pm (UTC)[He really isn't delighted by any of this. Finding a way around this won't be easy.]
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Date: 2020-08-18 12:04 am (UTC)his eyes are closed; he licks his lips and sighs out a heavy breath, only half listening but fully comprehending the errant concern in kol's voice. a helpful, if not entirely reliable asset.
this is not something he wants to do. such power in kol's hands will not help him sleep at night, but risking or failing josette and elizabeth is something much worse.
klaus opens his eyes and tips his head up. ) Meet me on the roof. I have something for you.
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Date: 2020-08-18 12:10 am (UTC)All right.... give me ten minutes.
[It's more confusion than caution that slow his words. The call ends and he pockets the phone, heading up to the roof. He won't be surprised to find his brother there first-- he does miss being able to move at vampire speeds, more than not.
Cheek as ever-- ]
It isn't my birthday, so what do I owe this gift?
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Date: 2020-08-18 12:47 am (UTC)and he has. when kol arrives, he doesn't hesitate to face him, tossing the open bag to the ground between them. he waits until kol peers down at it. )
Mother's grimoires, ( he announces. ) They're yours. ( in another century, even as recent as another decade, he might've prefaced or followed the statement with an ultimatum. a threat. it's not only the calculation of knowing that's not what's going to get him what he wants (what josette and elizabeth need) in this situation that he holds those words back. kol is not only more useful to him as an ally, but he's also his brother.
one he dearly, and with quiet acknowledgement, would like to keep. one that has not offered him anything but allegiance since the start of his stay. if hell is anything other than torture, how is this not a second chance? it's a sentiment he has fought with pragmatism, but one he cannot deny.
he concedes: ) Rightfully yours, I suppose.
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Date: 2020-08-18 01:19 am (UTC)Kol's frown deepens and his curiosity pushes him to kneel down and take whatever might be inside of it out. Right as his fingers curl around the book spine, he hears his brother's voice above him-- he pulls the book out of the bad and stares at the too-familiar etchings in the front, fingers of his free hand tracing over them slowly.
When he looks back up at his brother, there's something just a little softer at the edges of his eyes.He refuses to admit the way that statement makes everything on his insides tighten and flip, like the biggest compliment he could have been given.]
Nik, I-- [He glances back down at the grimoire in his hand, eyes shifting carefully to the bag with the others still in it, and back up to his brother.] You're sure?
[He probably shouldn't look a gifthorse in the mouth, but. Well. Mikaelsons do so often carry ulterior motives, don't they? Is it his fault that some part of him is worried this is a trick or a trap of some kind?]
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Date: 2020-08-18 01:26 am (UTC)repairing, perhaps — extending an offering to try.
he's not sure, but there's a guilelessness in kol's face, a reflection of fear that buoys him. it gives him enough certainty to go on. ) All I ask is that you help them. Help me help them.
( more softly, lighter, he adds, ) And perhaps keep the more dangerous pages away from my daughter.
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Date: 2020-08-18 01:34 am (UTC)Of course. I was already trying to look into something for her-- Surely, if anyone had a proper workaround for it, it'd be our darling Mother.
Hope won't see any of them, without specific supervision. Promise. [He knows how...ambitious the witches in their family tend to be and. Well. Hope is also a teenager, which adds a whole other layer of recklessness to it, too.]
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Date: 2020-08-21 01:59 pm (UTC)more over: despite kol's past behaviors and treacheries, he is a very powerful and knowledgeable witch. though his brother and davina were not able to save hope with esther's spellbooks, perhaps... perhaps there's more in those pages for caroline's children.
at the mention of hope, klaus sobers into staunch concern; his index finger lifts and he comes forward a few steps. ) Nor will she aide you in casting or undoing any magics unless absolutely necessary. Unless it is safe. ( klaus wavers only then, hand floating to the side, lips pursing as he looks down in thought. he knows his daughter. he knows with certainty josette and elizabeth are clearly looking into their own avenues. ) No doubt she is already searching, as they all are.
( he cannot stop them. moreover, he won't. what he can do is this. his eyes lift with determination. ) I think it's time for a meeting.
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Date: 2020-08-21 11:25 pm (UTC)[Treacherous and scandalous as they may ever be among each other, Mikaelsons put nothing above family. Hope is the tiniest and the youngest of that family, so she gets everyone above her doubling down, whole-heartedly on that special brand of Mikaelson protectiveness of their own. He doesn't know her or their history, everything the girl has been through, but she is in his circle, he won't let something happen to her. And he can only hope that Nik can understand that through the look he's leveling him with right now.]
Yes, I think you're right. We need to come together on this. It won't do anyone any good to keep it separate.
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Date: 2020-08-23 05:16 pm (UTC)with a soft sigh, he nods, glad to be on the same page. ) I'll get them together.
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Date: 2020-08-26 03:43 pm (UTC)Good. We’ll figure it out, Nik. Something will work, we always make sure of that.
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Date: 2020-08-22 04:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-26 03:33 pm (UTC)Daddy-Lucifer said I needed a time out.
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Date: 2020-08-27 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-29 09:46 pm (UTC)Or maybe not, I'm not sure.
My brother found me... he could probably tell you.
Or Velma, Adam... I've had visitors and such. Apparently it's allowed, even though I'm down here.
[He can't say that makes much sense, but... then, they aren't allowed all day or anything, and he is mostly isolated. And even prisoners get visitors, apparently.]
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Date: 2020-10-16 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-16 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-16 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-17 03:46 am (UTC)Okay, will do.
But also? You're not allowed to die.
So don't, yeah? Your dad would have my head for allowing it to happen.
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Date: 2020-10-17 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-17 03:50 am (UTC)We should do something niece-and-uncle-y. Whatever that looks like.
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Date: 2020-10-18 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-19 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-20 04:48 pm (UTC)How is Elijah doing?
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Date: 2020-10-24 09:53 pm (UTC)Well enough, all considered, last I talked to him.