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lovewhentheyrun) wrote2013-03-22 10:38 pm
lovewhentheyrun) wrote2013-03-22 10:38 pm
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To say that Klaus didn't know what Kol was upset about would have been a complete lie. He knew. He just also knew that they had danced this dance for a thousand years, and he didn't really expect things to explode the way they had. He really hadn't expected the comment, the accusation.
He wasn't looking for a substitute for Elijah.
He'd just wanted to hold and be held by someone he loved who loved him. Whatever else, that wasn't something he'd ever had to question with Rebekah.
But Kol had to sully it somehow, and Klaus stalked back upstairs at Rebekah's urging, half snarling to himself, and slammed the door shut when he got there, not caring if Jack and Elijah had yet another disturbance. He drained the blood bag in one long draw, then threw the bag in the trash.
The rumpled covers got an annoyed look, and he stripped and moved to the bathroom to shower and hopefully not punch through the tile while he did it.
He wasn't looking for a substitute for Elijah.
He'd just wanted to hold and be held by someone he loved who loved him. Whatever else, that wasn't something he'd ever had to question with Rebekah.
But Kol had to sully it somehow, and Klaus stalked back upstairs at Rebekah's urging, half snarling to himself, and slammed the door shut when he got there, not caring if Jack and Elijah had yet another disturbance. He drained the blood bag in one long draw, then threw the bag in the trash.
The rumpled covers got an annoyed look, and he stripped and moved to the bathroom to shower and hopefully not punch through the tile while he did it.