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༒ 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧༒
• 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 6; 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 •
After her astral-projection date with her wandering sister, Freya returned to the compound and immediately paused in the entrance when she noticed all of the destruction in the foyer. Looking worried, she slowly made her way into the courtyard as she started to get visions of Klaus and Elijah's fight a few hours earlier.
Just as she's begun to look incredibly concerned for her brothers, she heard the doors to the dining room creak open. When she looked toward the source of the noise, she saw her brothers, both of whom are covered in blood and are wearing the tattered remains of their clothing, silently and calmly sitting at the table together as though they hadn't just had a violent confrontation. The elder sister, annoyed, rushed into the room, where Elijah was absent mindedly fiddling with what remained of his tie while Klaus drained some of his blood into a glass, in order to help his brother heal the werewolf bite on his wrist.
"May I ask what happened?" She asked, unimpressed.
"We had a little chat about the past," Klaus answered easily with a grin, receiving an eye-rolling from Freya.
"I informed Niklaus that despite our.. Controversy, I am not his enemy." Elijah added in exhaustion, "And, though they entered the city under the guise of peace, Tristan and Lucien, in truth, are allied against us. A fact that required a little bit of.. Gentle persuasion."
"And so I reminded our brother, who angered them in the first place." Klaus commented calmly while his sister looked at him blankly and took a seat around the table.
"And, after all of this civil discourse, what understanding did you come to?" She smiled as if amused and asked.
"That we expose and destroy our first sired." The older original replied solemnly.
"Couldn't agree more." Klaus smiled in satisfaction before sliding the glass of his blood toward his brother, and poured a glass of bourbon for himself from the bottle that was set on beside him, on the table. "You see, gentlemen know when to call a truce and turn our fury in a more pertinent direction."
The younger brother held his glass up toward the older, who lifted his own glass with his hybrid-bitten hand to clink it against his before they each take a drink.
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She didn't know for how long she has been running in the woods, but it seemed like days, rather than hours. The sun slowly rose and announced on a new day that was about to start - new threats, new problems, a new headache, she thought.
