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❝ art is never that literal. ❞
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ENOLA COULDN'T STOP WASTING TIME. It was insane how she wanted to do something with her life, but instead she went to sleep or sang in the shower or sat and stared at the wall. She couldn't even tell you about anything that she saw. She didn't talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside and as she dreamed, her mouth grew thick and venomous with silence. It was why she turned to art. All the things she wanted to say without words.
"Looks like a giant snowflake,"
Bonnie and Shane were at the Gilbert lake house this weekend teaching Jeremy to suppress the urge to kill vampires with Elena and Damon. Enola decided to stay back with Stefan who was more determined than ever to find the cure which meant talking to Klaus to get the specifics of the sword that was needed to find said cure.
"I prefer to think of it as an expression of postmodernism," Klaus shrugged, turning to face the intruders. "It's my donation to the winter wonderland charity event."
"You're donating a painting?" Enola beamed, eyeing the masterpiece in awe. "That makes two of us."
"Little monster," Klaus greeted softly. "I can't wait to see what you have come up with."
The conversation was interrupted by Adrian. One of the hybrids Tyler had just unsired. Klaus, however, was unaware of this. Though the new found attitude some of his hybrids seemed to be carrying as of late did strike suspicion behind those ocean blue eyes.
"You said it was urgent?" Adrian wondered.
"Yes. Take this to the Mystic Grill immediately." Klaus commanded, motioning to the painting that had just been completed.
"You want me to be a delivery guy?" Adrian scoffed in disbelief.
"What I want is for you to do whatever I say without the attitude," Klaus glared. Adrian scowled but still did what was told of him. "Be careful with that. It's still wet."
"Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves, you know." Stefan pointed out as Adrian left the room with the giant snowflake painting.
"What is the point of my hybrids being sired to me if I can't maximize on the benefits of free labor?" Klaus shot back, eyeing the pair skeptically. "What are you two doing here?"
"Elena is sired to Damon," Enola said. "But you already knew that."
"It apparently didn't take you long to figure it out either," Klaus smirked. "My girl is smart."
