Oceanic eyes are rolling towards the ceiling. He supposes scotch is easier to replace than the feeders, though Gogo will be paying for another bottle!
He’s going to retrieve a bottle from the safe now, he’ll share it with Gogo.
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͏// 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱. 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 !
- Indi Portrayal of Elijah Mikaelson.
- written by Psy
- 25+ themes
- gore, sexual themes, harsh language, dark etc.
- Crack/ detailed focused !
- TVD&TO / multi-versed
- NO MINORS!
killed.”
Was he surprised that the hybrid was opening up to him? Klaus paused for a sip of his drink before continuing.
“It is nothing I cannot handle.”
Another glass was poured with amber liquid before sliding it over to his companion. It had been awhile since he’d seen Delgado back in New Orleans though…
“The man I called father is haunting me from beyond the grave; whilst my mother is attempting to have my daughter —>
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͏Sitting besides him comfortably, studying his frown, its so rare to see this one so deep in his emotions. . .
〝 What happened? 〞
Why did he ask? Pretty sure Klaus won't answer either —— ͏
〝 I am a good listener y'know... 〞
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Oceanic optics flickered to the man, his frown deepening.
“Family drama, love,” his accented voice growled.
“I am hoping to drown them out with the finest scotch.”
@SingsLikeSteel at him— he couldn’t look away.
“Indeed, which begs the question: what brings you here, little huntress? Have you sought me out on my return to New Orleans for business… Or for 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆?”
@SingsLikeSteel was weary from his visit to Mystic Falls, from the bloodshed and death; his body still aching. And yet… Only a few minutes with Valarie and his soul was put to ease. Klaus took a step towards her before stopping, though his adamant gaze never wavered. Despite her not looking —>