𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, Klaus Mikaelson
"I've been infatuated with you since the beginning."
"I know."
𝐈n which Klaus Mikaelson makes a friend during the five years he spent in a dungeon.
𝐎𝐫
𝐈n which River Creed, the first of her kind, is curious as to...
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Chapter Fifteen ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟɪᴛʏ
𝑲𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑺
I gently wake Hope, pushing her hair out of her face. She's the wildest sleeper I've ever met and is always tangled in one thing or another. "Dad?" She questions, voice tainted with sleep.
"Good morning, sweetheart." She only blinks at me. My lips lift at the edges. "River invited us over for breakfast." That gets her attention. She's definitely taken a liking to Remedy.
She sits up, looking for her Spiderman plushie she sleeps with every night. She pulls him from somewhere down by her legs and places him up against a pillow next to her. I suppress a laugh.
She then looks back at me, bashful because of what I just saw. "I have time to shower?"
"Of course."
"Ok." She gets up, padding to the bathroom. I am still bewildered that she exists, and I just take a moment to watch her. My beautiful girl.
She turns, and must read my face because she says, "I love you, dad."
I love it when she calls me dad. When she tells me she loves me. I try so hard with her. "I love you more."
I take that as my exit cue and stride out of her room, closing the door behind me.
I'm met with Elijah when I turn around. "Brother," I greet, trying to walk past him. He doesn't let me. He's never let me.
"You're going to breakfast with Mrs. Creed?"
I glance at him, noting he's yet to put today's suit on. "Yes. I was invited. It'd be rude to decline."
Omitting the truth. My favorite thing to do with Elijah. I not going because it's rude to not, but because I want to spend all of my waking moments with that woman.
"You're hardly a representative of manners."
I don't have time for this. I need to find something cleaner to wear. I nod, uncaring about what he just said, and try to push past him.
He grabs me by my arm, tightly. I glare at him. "You've been spending a lot of time with her. You do remember exactly what her powers are, don't you? What the rumors said she's been known to want?"
I bristle. "Her powers are what kept me sane for the five years you were resting peacefully. And she's made it clear that all she wants is privacy—something you aren't giving her with all your incessant questions. And her brother, who is expecting me." I gesture over his shoulder towards my room. "May I?"
