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"Prose."




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[poppycock]

[ 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. ]

[consequence]

[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.]

[poppycock]

[ (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.

[consequence]

[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.]