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❝ enola is currently in the middle of a miscarriage. i will have her call you back when it is done. ❞
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ENOLA FELT LIKE NEITHER A CHILD NOR AN ADULT. She was a botched, failed creature, combining the worst qualities of each. All the helplessness and dependency of a child, with the cynicism and despair of an adult. Her mind is stunted, malformed. Her body outgrew her and now she wields it clumsily, hitting others with her overgrown arms as she stumbles over her own feet. She wanted to apologize, but it wasn't her fault that she was treated like something less than human.
Enola woke up alone. The spot that Klaus occupied was once again empty. She had assumed that he was out and about plotting the downfall of empires and kingdoms. She was proven wrong when she descended the stairs into the parlor to find the most strange thing she had ever seen. Him seated on the plush couch across from his brother who sat in the armchair. They both seemed to be reading through two very separate books with almost concentrated looks on their faces. She wasn't sure whether to be concerned or glad that they were getting along.
"What is this—vampire book club?" Enola quirked a brow.
"Reading edifies the mind, little monster." Klaus hummed nonchalantly. "Isn't that right, Elijah?"
"Yes. That is quite right, Niklaus." Elijah agreed.
"And what is this?" Enola wondered, motioning to the dead body on the coffee table.
"This is a peace offering," Elijah waved a hand.
"I presumed that after so much time desiccating in a coffin, that my big brother might be a bit peckish." Klaus shrugged.
"So I explained to my little brother that forgiveness cannot be bought," Elijah said. "I'd simply prefer to see a change in behavior that indicates contrition and personal growth." His eyes flicker to the dead body. "Not this nonsense."
"I couldn't very well let her go to waste, could I?" Klaus defended.
Enola blinked before silently backing out of the room. She made her way down the hall to the kitchen where she found Hayley and Rebekah. One rummaged through the fridge for something while the other collected garbage bags for the body in the parlor she could only assume.
"Good morning," Enola hummed.
"Morning," Hayley greeted. "You hungry?"
"Starved," Enola groaned, plopping down on the stool near the kitchen island.
