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❝ my dad was a doctor. i guess i picked up a few things. ❞
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ENOLA LEARNED THAT SHAME IS THE OPPOSITE OF ART. When she lived inside her shame, everything she saw was inadequate and embarrassing. A lifetime of traveling and having adventures and not being tethered to long term commitments looks empty and pathetic and foolish through the lens of shame. Her face was aging. Her body only grew weaker. Her mind was less elastic. Her time was running out. Shame turns every emotion into the manifestation of some personality flaw, every casual choice into a giant mistake, every small blunder into a moral failure. Shame means that she is damned and she has accomplished nothing.
That is why Enola was thankful for Klaus. Without him, she would have succumbed to her shame. Without him, she would have lost her mind. Though it was clearly too late for him. He had obviously lost his mind centuries ago. She realized this just now as she leaned against the doorway to the study, watching him throw things around on the search for something. What, she was not sure. All she knew was that it was urgent. She only pulled her eyes away from him when a cup of tea was waved in front of her face. Her eyes flickered over to Elijah who was holding the fine china out for her to take which she gratefully did.
"Can I help you find something?" Elijah wondered out loud, eyeing Klaus mischievously.
"Yes, in fact, I believe you can." Klaus hummed, moving onto the next bookshelf. "I'm looking for a book about yay big, filled with our mother's most powerful spells." He glanced over his shoulder, sending his brother a pointed look. "It seems to have been misplaced."
"How very mysterious," Elijah hummed, stepping further into the room.
"Indeed," Klaus agreed, sending Enola a quick dotting smile before continuing the search for the missing grimoire. "At first, I feared the witches had succeeded in their efforts to obtain it, but considering their last attempt ended with me relieving a rather large, tattooed gentleman of his hands, I began to wonder if the thief wasn't a bit closer to home." He finally stepped away from the bookshelf before turning to face his brother in annoyance. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, brother."
"Well, admittedly, I did have a theory that your sudden interest in mother's grimoire was in some way related to whatever foolishness you have been conducting with the crescent wolves." Elijah noted. "Therefore, I took it upon myself to carefully place it where naughty, little fingers could not pry."
Enola looked between Klaus and Elijah with raised brows. She sauntered into the room before taking a seat on the couch with her cup of tea in hand. Tensions had been high in the compound when Elijah found out what Klaus and Enola were up to with the crescents.
