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[ elijah is gone. that much is clear to klaus; his brother was the first of the family he sought. with his absence comes a hollowness klaus buries and sets aside. for all intents and purposes his brother is safe, and whatever quarrels and bad blood lay between them at home and here... well. (he ignores the heaviness of such a thing. he will have no opportunity to sway elijah to his side now, now that he knows he could, now that it's imperative, and now that he knows perhaps his brother's hatred does not run so deep... and perhaps that is better, if elijah is home.)

there is hayley. klaus knows this second with an urgency that followed his search for elijah. he watches, standing opposite her building, looking with his sharp eyes into her apartment. she's safe, then. so he assumes are kol and davina; he's seen evidence of them on the network and found their shop still up and running, though he dares not approach either of them. not yet. not quite for the reasons he doesn't disturb hayley, but similar enough.

the rift between them is still plain, at home and here, no matter her feelings and desires she's professed to the contrary. (he's never particularly favored flagellation, but perhaps he believes she should have better. perhaps it would be too easy to accept her forgiveness in light of everything, and too painful to bear her disappointments. perhaps he hides from how much it would mean to him. and as such, maybe he requires the space more than she.)

enough. he leaves his post and pulls out his phone. ]

I see Elijah has gone. Kol and Davina remain then.

[Elijah leaving had been something they discussed and while I hurt to see him leave, she understood his reasons. It only made her want to fulfill her agreement here. When her phone buzzes she wanders over to it and frowns. She feels as if she's exchanged one brother for the other. This one hates her though. Resents her. He doesn't make his suspicions subtle either. Still, she had tried to connect to him while he's been here. His return doesn't change that effort.]

He asked to return home. He wanted to see if what you told him was true. To get answers for himself.

[ and why shouldn't he hold suspicions? he is the monster who condemned her to a fate worse than death; the father of her child dolling out vicious revenge tenfold. he's hated her, yes, but only because he's loved her. his paranoia and bitterness have been wrung and twisted with longing, and are still.

perhaps now he understands it all a little better: her and this.

she texts back, and there's relief in the ease of the reply. (so he has hayley, if not kol. if not elijah.) ]

Well then, I doubt very much he'll appreciate them. We're facing more sinister dangers than a naughty aunt.

[At his reply, she frowns. She thought that Elijah might return quickly, but if things continue to escalate, then there's a chance she might not see him again for a very long time. It hurts a little, but she knows she has to stay focused on her own task. Her desire to keep their daughter safe -- it applies no matter what the circumstances are back home.]

I had a feeling if you'd returned it was for a bigger cause.

Only the prophetic destruction of our family, given on the wings on those we cannot trust. [ and that is his task, here: their family. their safety. their daughter. ]

Wow. No longer enough to just threaten us verbally, they have to go all out with prophecies now?

Well I suppose it gives it a dramatic edge.

[ he doesn't elaborate -- not yet, anyhow. instead the message is followed by another a moment later: ]

Hope is safe. So are you. And your husband. [ from the curse he'd placed on her; he believes that goes without saying. he says it not because jackson's safety truly matters to him, but for her. ]

[Reading those words means so much more to her than he could imagine. Even if she doesn't know of Jackson being her husband, she's heard of those circumstances and she knows how Jackson feels about her. She might still be confused, having Elijah here to herself for almost a year hasn't helped with that confusion, but knowing that the curse has been lifted gives her a bit of peace.

From his place outside, it's possible that he even hears her sigh of relief as she moves to sit down. Having been pacing while she replies to him, unsure of her own feelings on the matter of his return.]

Thank you for telling me, Klaus. I know you didn't have to.

[ no, he didn't. but where there has been anger and vengeance in his heart is now the intensity of all that he had forsaken, all that he had sharpened and wielded like a knife to her heart. that terribleness has softened; vulnerability and gentleness have crept back into its place.

he hears her sigh, reads her reply, and absorbs it. ~~this is the closest thing you'll probably hear to an apology, hayls.~~

and, much like klaus, then changes the subject. ]

I take it nothing of note has happened here?

Aside from Elijah leaving and others arriving, everything here is the same as it's been since you left.

[She recognizes this small truce between them for what it is and doesn't expect it to last. She knows how fickle his mind can be, how easy it is to lose his trust - if she's ever really had it. Still, she wants to know things, wants to know how Hope is, how she's growing.]

If you want, you could stop by. I could make coffee or something harder.

[ it doesn't surprise him: eudio's routine banality. but perhaps he's glad it's unchanged so far as she is safe. he's glad for this truce and the little comfort of it, despite whatever mistrust and sting of betrayal remains. he considers her offer with that in mind, with their daughter in mind, and with the glaring obvious truth that he has been standing outside her building for some time now. ]

I'll be over soon.

[ she barely has to wait a minute with him dawdling and then hesitating and then impatiently vamping to her door. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ knock, knock, hayley's door. ]

[The knock at her door does come a bit quicker than she had anticipated, which makes her a tiny bit suspicious of his whereabouts previously. Still, she gets up and heads to the door to answer it.

Opening it, she looks at Klaus and tries to see if he looks different. If she can see the time in his features, even if they will never really age. It's the evening, though, and she hasn't truly seen him in months. Stepping aside, she gestures for him to enter.]

How close were you when you texted?

[ she is the same to him. the same, and different: unscarred by her suffering and yet still haunted by what's to come. he doesn't give thought to how his experiences might have shaped him in her eyes. no, he merely lifts his brow in a totally transparent attempt at subterfuge. ] I live close. [ forever unashamed of his stalker ways. ]

[For as much as she fights against it, she knows how similar they are. Their quest for family, for a loyalty that never seems to be enough. The thought that they would sooner destroy something than allow it to hurt them anymore. She knows that expression, too. The one that says he's not going to let her in any more than he needs to. She's worn it most of her life. The cool unaffected gaze that comes with a slight lift of nonchalance.

She's glad he'll be close. She just won't admit that to him.]

How big is she? [Her features fall, just a bit, heavy with missing her daughter and wishing she could see her without worrying about ruining everything she's been working for here.]

[ certainly she must suspect he would have tabs on her -- if not that he wouldn't care. and he does, quite beside himself: he cares for her despite the walls and blitheness, perhaps more and deeper than he would like to admit, even to himself.

he enters the apartment without any further invitation, slipping past her to take in the space now that he's in it and not being a peeping tom. his own features fall at the question, and he stills, thinking of their daughter, how she's grown, and how he's left her again. they've both left her.

he turns towards hayley; looking at her only reminds him only they share this: this inexplicable, binding love. that they share much more than that. ] She's walking. [ and he thinks of how hayley wasn't there to see it even at home. perhaps it's a kindness to let her imagine she will. ]

[At the thought of Hope being big enough to walk, her hand goes up to her mouth. Covering the gasp in surprise. She doesn't hide the sting of tears that threaten to spill.]

Walking? [She shakes her head, trying not to think of all the things she's missing out on being here.] I can't -- she must be getting into everything.

[ the bittersweet tears in her eyes cut him, make him ache with both guilt and that same longing. he looks away at the sight of them, though it does not help. and so follows the desire and impulse to comfort, somehow, anyhow; he tempers the eagerness. ] She's become quite the troublemaker. [ he says it with an almost smile of his own, his eyes sightless and on the floor. he's seeing hope, her trusting eyes and infectious laugh.

a pause, and the lump in his throat rises - ] Do you have it? [ his eyes find hers again. a veil has lifted for the moment; he misses his daughter, needs her just as hayley does. ] The picture? [ the one he gave her, of hope and them, before he left. ]

[Her fingers lightly sweep away any stray tears that might have fallen. Glancing to him as she nods.] Yeah, of course.

[She moves to the kitchen, allowing him to follow if he wants to, and she pulls the photo off of the fridge.]

I had it... [She offers it to him.] I had it in a frame, but then I kept taking it out of the frame to look at. [She lets out a breath that's an attempt at a laugh, even if it's mostly just a sound.] I thought it'd be nice to have it in a frame, like a normal parent, but it ended up on the fridge instead.

[ he follows and takes it, looks at the faces of them all: of rebekah and elijah, of hayley and hope. of him and them, all together, as a family. his thumb caresses the white of the polaroid.

it would be nice, wouldn't it? to have pictures in their frames, to have a safe, loving space for a safe and loving family. he knows the pain she speaks of; he had barely ever put this away when he had it. he would gaze at it for hours, thinking of hope and what their family could have been, and what it wasn't. isn't. ] I'd like to take it. I want to make a copy. [ for himself. he looks up at her. ]

[Hayley nods, glancing to him.] Of course. [She wouldn't hesitate to let him have the picture back. Of course, she does what's instinct to her at this point and retrieves her phone from her back pocket.]

Just let me... I know you'll bring it back, but just in case I want to look again before you do. [She gestures for him to place it on the counter so she can take a photo of the photo. Plus, then she actually can have it with her, no matter where she goes.]

[ (headcanon: klaus' home screen is definitely rebekah holding hope at christmas. send anyone to fight me on this.)

of course he does as she asks, setting it atop the counter. it's a good idea, and one he too sees the benefit of- ] Perhaps I should too.

[Hayley will move the photo to the center of the counter, making sure the overhead light isn't directly above it. No one wants a giant hot spot of light on the photo.]

Here, that should help. [She'll snap one and then move aside for him.]

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